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Babysitter

By: Damien Smith



As I watched the girl eat, I wondered what a pussy tasted like. I decided to find out and withdrew my finger and put it in my mouth. The salty, acidic taste and smell really got me going. My pussy throbbed and my little nipples became harder than ever. I put my hand back down and really started pinching my clit and fingering my cunt and lips hard. The one girl being eaten suddenly bucked her hips against the other's face. I bucked my hips into the air and stuck my tongue out, licking the air, pretending I was licking a pussy.

I collapsed on the couch and blushed, instinctively covering my parts as I notice Jessica standing there looking at me with a funny look on her face. I was too embarrassed to even say something and just hung my head in shame.

"What do you think your doing, Dianne?" Jessica demanded.

I was too frightened to say anything.

"Where did you get that tape?"

I started to pout.

"Where did you get that tape? Answer me!" I started to cry and blurted out,

"From your dresser drawer. I'm sorry. I really am. I'm sorry. Please don't tell my mom Jessica, please. I'll do anything. I'm sorry."

I teach you to go through my dresser," she shouted and, throwing down her purse, lifted me up, sat on the couch, laid me face down over her lap.

The first crack of her hand against my naked bum hurt. She kept wailing at me and my ass stung. I cried like I had never cried before. Here I was 18, being spanked for misbehaving. After about 20 or so hits, she stopped. My ass stung and pulsated from the beating. She lay her hand on my cheeks and squeezed and rubbed. The pain intensified and then died down from her caressing.

"I'm not going to tell your folks, but you WILL be punished!" She commanded me to kneel on the floor, facing the couch, with my eyes closed and head down. I was not to look up until she told me to. She said she was going to check and see if I took anything else and would be back to give me more punishment.

I knelt there and sobbed. I felt that I couldn't take any more of her spanking, but I was too afraid and ashamed to do anything. Shortly, I heard her come back and she sat on the couch in front of me. She told me to open my eyes and look up. I freaked out when I saw her sitting there, naked with her legs spread. I started to back away but she grabbed my head and pulled it against her cunt. My nose slammed into her hairy pubic area and she screamed at me to eat her pussy. I cried No, and tried to pull away but the rap of her hand against the side of my head told me otherwise.

The smell of her cunt got to me and I started to lick it. Soon I was sucking, licking and slurping her lips, clit and hole. Her pussy juice tasted so good. She humped my face and quickly came. A big splash of cum hit my face and she cried as I felt her cunt throb with her orgasm. She pulled me up and we started kissing as our cunts, bellies, and boobs rubbed together. She slipped a finger into my wet hole and fucked me with it while pinching my clit hard. I soon had a powerful orgasm and shot cum all over her stomach, thighs, and the couch. We necked more passionately and Jessica whispered, "You're a bad girl, Dianne."

BabySitter



My wife had arranged for the babysitter to stay overnight as we didn’t know what time we’d be home. As it was we didn’t front up until after two in the morning. Gloria had had a few and she was buggered. As soon as we got home she hit the bed and flaked out. I very much doubted that she’d wake up early.

As designated driver I was just pleasantly tired. I thought I’d just check out the kids before I went to bed. I checked little Bobby first. He was lying face down, nappy clad bottom stuck high in the air. He’d kicked his blanket off but the night was hot enough that he was probably more comfortable without it.

Over to Michelle’s room. She was curled in a little ball, blankets tossed all over the place but sheet still draped over her. I dropped a kiss on her forehead, and headed towards my room.

Passing the spare room I noticed that Kathy, the babysitter, had left the door open, presumably so she could hear the kids if they woke up. I went to close it for her, figuring that I’d hear the kids and be able to respond if required. 

I glanced towards the bed as I reached for the door. Ay yay yay!
Kathy had left the blinds up and the full moon was streaming through the window. She’d also kicked her blankets off and was hunched up on the bed in an almost identical way to the baby.

Legs bunched under her, bottom hoisted to the sky, head burrowed into the pillow. Also like Bobby, her nightie had slipped forward and was bunched up around her throat. There the resemblance between Kathy and the baby ended.

The baby was male but Cathy was ever so female. She hadn’t worn a bra to bed. Why should she? With her nightie bunched around her throat and bottom high in the air, her breasts were swinging free, and a lovely pair of breasts they were. Also, where Bobby had his nappy on, Kathy had a pair of lacy panties, and not very large panties at that. Her bottom was on display, and I hope she was proud of it, because a very fine tush it was. 

Her panties, I noticed barely covered her pussy. The manufacturers had certainly skimped on the material making those ones.

Now you’re probably wondering how I could see all this detail from just glancing through the doorway as I shut the door. I could say it was because the room was well lit with the bright moon and I had excellent eyesight. A more accurate reason would be because I wandered in and inspected the sleeping beauty at my leisure. 

It also seemed quite reasonable to me to take a couple of shots for later perusal. Then I stood there, admiring her figure and trying to remember what I currently knew of her. 

Cathy was a reasonably outgoing girl, mildly flirtatious, even with me. I seem to recall her mentioning to Gloria that she was between boyfriends. Age? I was trying to recall. Then I remembered that Gloria had bought her some ear-rings a couple of months back as an eighteenth birthday present. So, eighteen and legal. 

I wondered how willing she would be if I tried my hand at a little seduction? Would her flirtatiousness lead to more or would she protest? If she protested, I decided, no problems. I’d go quietly and no harm done. What would Gloria say if she found out? She’d probably spit chips but then let it go.

I reached over and lightly stroked Kathy’s breasts, fingertips just skimming them, and then lightly pinched each nipple. Both nipples puckered and hardened, standing out from her breasts. Kathy moved slightly and moaned, but didn’t waken.

I spent a few minutes just playing with those dangling globes. Kathy was making odd noises in her sleep and was now a little restless. Her breasts were slightly swollen, enjoying the attention.

Moving around behind her I ran one finger along her slit, just scratching her through her panties. Kathy gave another moan and her pussy pressed towards me. This was not, I knew, approval and permission to continue, because she still hadn’t woken. I eased off for a moment and Kathy seemed to settle slightly.

Moving carefully I eased her panties down, leaving bottom and lover mound fully exposed to my lecherous gaze. And I was feeling very lecherous. I cupped her mound and started gently massaging. Kathy was muttering in her sleep and moving with me. Her pussy was heating up and I could see her lips were swelling and parting slightly. Her pussy was flowering in expectation of things to come.

Moving slowly I eased a finger between her lips, softly probing and exploring. I was wondering if I could actually slide my cock into her without awakening her. Difficult, but it might be possible. Then I encountered a tiny problem.

Kathy, it seemed was still a virgin. That set me back a little. Did I really want to deflower a virgin? Silly question. My erection had just got harder at the very thought.

I got on the bed, moving carefully so as not to wake Kathy prematurely. Another gentle probe between her lips confirmed that she was aroused and wet, but Kathy was starting to stir in earnest. I eased her lips apart and positioned myself.

A gentle push and my cock was passing between her lips and introducing itself to her virginity. Kathy was definitely stirring now so I moved things right along. A firm push had me breaking past her hymen and moving down her passage. Kathy woke with a squeal, all of a sudden alive and vibrant under me. I pushed in even further.

- - -

I was babysitting for Gloria and John. They were going to be out late so I was sleeping over. No biggy. I’d done it before. I liked Gloria and John and the children. John was one of these big gruff men that a girl feels safe with. I could flirt with him, knowing he wouldn’t try anything funny, which I sometimes thought was a pity.

Gloria and John shot through and I played with the kids for a while before putting them to bed. I watched some TV and finally went to bed myself. They have a spare room, which is rather convenient at times like this. I hate it when I have to sleep on a couch.

Seeing I had a little privacy I’d brought a nightie and went to bed wearing that. Mind you, I had to leave the door open in case either of the kids woke up. The first thing I found myself doing after I got in bed was kicking the blankets off. Far too hot for them. Then I zonked out for the night.

At some stage I started dreaming. It was a case of ‘oh, wow’. I’ve occasionally had wet dreams before. I mean, really, who hasn’t? But nothing like these. I was having trouble telling if I was awake or asleep. Generally in a dream, if you focus and say to yourself, this is a dream, it just vanishes. This time it didn’t. Talk about your erotic nightmares. I was so far into it that it was all too much and I was trying to wake myself.

All of a sudden, in a really nice part of the dream, there was this sudden stab of pain and I snapped awake real fast, and was happy to do so. I could still feel the memory of that sharp stab of pain in my pussy. 

I lay there for a moment and very quickly realised that a memory of pain wasn’t the only thing I could feel in my pussy. I was all set to start screaming when several things happened.

I caught the scent of a person, and recognised it. I knew who was there, even though I couldn’t see him. At the same time I felt pressure inside me and what I assumed was a cock slid deeper into me. The final thing was that I found I liked the feel of that cock sliding in.

I was being raped, and I knew it, but it seemed to me that I had avoided all the nonsense of trying to fight my assailant off and my cherry had been popped while I was asleep, so I didn’t really feel it. What was left was supposed to be the fun part and, the way that cock was filling me, I thought that was probably true.

So I didn’t scream. I just took in that big breath ready to. Then John, and I just knew it was John, the rotten bastard, taking unfair advantage of a young woman, pushed even harder and I let my breath out in a soft squeal.

Intellectually, a girl knows that men have cocks and that they swell up for sex. That doesn’t really prepare you for that first time, when what seems to be a very large cock is busy making your acquaintance.

John kept on pushing, not hard so much, as determined, and every time he pushed it seemed to me that more cock was in me, with no apparent end in sight. And it felt wonderful.

I didn’t really give a damn that this was rape. I might worry about it afterwards but right then I was quite happy to have it continue. I didn’t say so, of course. A girl has a certain amount of pride. This started off as rape and it was going to continue to be a rape all the way through.

I wasn’t completely silent while John took me. I squealed each time he pushed in, but softly. No way that I wanted to risk waking the kids. It would be such a letdown if Tommy started wailing and I had to go and attend to him.   

Can you imagine it? Sorry, John, I have to attend to Tommy. Please put off the rape until later. That sort of thing would spoil the whole mood.

There was one last push that actually lifted me up off the bed and I could feel John’s hairy balls pressing against me, the hairs actually tickling my lips slightly. I guessed that meant he was all the way in, and it certainly felt like it. My whole world seemed to have narrowed down to one thing – cock – inside me.

Then I became excruciatingly aware that I also had breasts. John’s hands just reached around me and glommed onto them. I noticed that my nightie was bunched up around my neck and wondered how he’d managed that. For that matter, how had he managed to move me into such a nice fuckable position without waking me? I wondered if he’d tell me if I asked.

John started playing with my breasts. Quite roughly, I thought at first, but then found my breasts and nipples were enjoying it. John obviously knew more about this sort of thing than I did. 

I knew that there was more to sex than just having his cock stuck in me, so I was waiting to see what was next. I wasn’t really surprised when he pulled back and drove hard into me again. No, I was absolutely astounded and I didn’t give a damn if the kids hear me. I squealed very loudly. 

Then he was doing it again and again and my pussy was going mad. There was this giant cock running rampart in me and I didn’t know what to do. All sorts of sensations seemed to be flooding into me and the whole world seemed to be in some sort of chaos.

Things slowly settled down and after a while I found that things were moving smoothly. John’s cock was still pounding in and out of me, but there was a definite rhythm to it, and my bottom was bobbing up and down in time to that rhythm, doing its part in ensuring that John was sinking fully into me with each thrust.

If a girl is being raped, is she supposed to hump her hips and do her best to ride her assailant or is she supposed to just lie there and take it? Is there etiquette for rape? Maybe someone should put out a how to book. I figure a book called Rape for Dummies would be a hit. You could have one for men and one for women.

But I digress. I was being raped and I was just going to make up my own rules. Every time that cock invaded me I pushed back hard against it, relishing the feel of it rasping across my soft flesh. I’d reluctantly let it retreat and then do my best to skewer myself when it returned.

The whole thing was great fun and, best of all, I had no guilt trip about yielding my virtue to a man. After all, rape is rape, and not my fault, so I just happily humped away.

It was a most invigorating experience. Every time John drove home he seemed to leave a little more excitement behind. I’d never have guessed that excitement could accumulate like this. It started as nice, built up to fantastic, and then moved on to indescribable. I didn’t know what was next, but I wanted it.

It turned out that what was next was John suddenly stiffening and turning his cock into a runaway jackhammer/hose. He was suddenly frantically driving into me and squirting deep inside me and my indescribable just blew up around me.

I suppose what happened to me was I climaxed and orgasmed, but I wasn’t in a state of mind to calmly analyse it. All I could do was live it, although I thought I was dying at the time.

When I finally gathered myself together, John was standing next to the bed, looking down at me. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.

I held up a hand.

“No,” I said sharply. “Don’t say a word. No apology would be acceptable. I’ve just undergone a horrific experience and would prefer you to just leave quietly so I can get some sleep.”

I flapped my hand at him, indicating he should go. He gave me a funny look and left, closing the door behind him.

I lay down, smirking and absolutely glowing. It was a case of wow, so that was sex. Sensational. I stripped off and nipped into the bathroom to clean myself up. I was sweating and covered with all sorts of sticky fluids. I returned to my room. John was standing at the doorway of the master bedroom, but I just stalked past with my nose in the air.

Would you believe he laughed at me? Very quietly, but definitely, laughed. It wasn’t until I was climbing into bed that I got the joke. I’d stripped in my bedroom. When I stalked from the bathroom back to my bedroom I’d been completely naked, showing off everything. I guess you can’t do hauteur very well when you’re naked.

But I really need that book on Rape Etiquette. What do I say in the morning? Am I supposed to avoid him? Pretend it didn’t happen? Rape him for revenge? The last sounded appealing.




Babysitter



We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Heather, our babysitter, not to expect us until after midnight.

And obviously, she did not expect us--at least, not right then. Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she didn't hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what to do. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly against the door frame, enjoying the unexpected entertainment.

Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly, reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.

It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent 18-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and fondled.

Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a huff, still looking away from us. Heather, suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open. At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her.

How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little.

Just a little--but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to had give him an enormous erection, which sprung free with such force and suddenness that we both had to stifle giggles. Still without breaking the kiss, he took Heather's hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a few moments, she withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.

Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap. We exchanged amused, excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear; holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. Unfortunately, we gasped. Out loud. And this time, they heard us.

Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm and sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. Heather, shrieking, was covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly.

I guess we didn't know exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK. But we were both trying with only moderate success to stifle our laughter, not wanting them to feel any more humiliated than they obviously were.

But we were too surprised to take any control of the situation; and, an instant later, the boy had stumbled out the door, and Heather was on her knees in front of me, actually sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't tell my mother," she said frantically. "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I won't do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'll do ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do ANYTHING!"

With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to regain a glimmer of her composure. Hesitantly, she raised her face and looked up at me. I was standing there with my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don't be ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm down, and for God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing to apologize for...but that's when I realized that she had said

"I'll do ANYTHING!"

"Anything?" I thought. Hmmm. As if she was reading my mind, she repeated, more softly. "Please, don't tell. They'll KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING. Please." Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly.

Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you; but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the exciting possibilities.

As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face.

"Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and rapidly-growing prick. "It looked to me like you were beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be happy to continue your lessons!"

For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do; then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head of my cock with her luscious young lips. From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively.

You kneeled down behind her, hands around her waist, and put your face next to hers. "He likes for you to lick it, not just to suck it," you informed her; to demonstrate, you gently licked the point where her lips clasped my cock. I could hear, or maybe feel, Heather as she moaned softly.

"Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the underside of his cock. Right down the ridge. All the way to his balls." An apt pupil, Heather followed your instructions with increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls, you gently lifted them, caressing them in your hand. "Now lick under his balls, and between his balls and his legs. See how far you can get your tongue back towards his asshole."

From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me, I could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened blouse. I saw you grin as you followed my gaze; obligingly, you reached over and completed the uncovering. Released from their bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up, nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as she moved. You cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples.

Then, suddenly, you slid down, clamped your mouth over one exquisite nipple, and began to suck. Heather stopped her oral exploration of my genitals and gasped in astonishment, mouth wide open. Of course, I was unable to resist such an obvious invitation, and reinserted my cock into her waiting mouth. After barely a moment's hesitation, she began to suck my cock, moving her head back and forth in a quickening pace. In seconds, I knew was about to explode.

"That's so beautiful," you said. "God I love to watch you fuck her mouth. You're about to cum, aren't you," you added knowingly. "Now listen, Heather," you implored, "try to swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry. Drive him crazy."

She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet pussy. And then I exploded, streaming what felt like gallons of hot cum into her mouth.

Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all.

She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but she was too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her upturned face.

I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you were quick to notice it too. "I've gotta have some of that," you said eagerly, and licked the traces of cum from her face. Still Heather's mouth remained full; cum continued to slowly ooze out of the corners of her mouth. Finally, you put your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart to share my cum with her. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored each other.

The sight of you two beautiful women--one fully developed and experienced, one young and naive--kissing each other passionately was incredibly exciting to me. Even though I had just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin to harden in response to the visual feast.

"Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to demonstrate, you stood up and removed your skirt and panties.

"Look," you said, spreading your pussy lips wide, and inserting one finger deep inside. Heather, dazed, obediently watched.

"Now, it's my turn. Eat me," you demanded of her. "Lick my pussy. I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt.

Suck my clit. I want you to make me cum too."

Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between your legs. I could see her tongue darting between your fingers as you held your pussy open for her and showed her where to lick and suck.

"Lie down on your back," you ordered breathlessly, and just about flung Heather around before she had time to respond.

Straddling her face, you lowered you pussy to her mouth, grinding into her with increasing speed and urgency. "Oh God," you kept saying, "that's wonderful. Eat my fucking cunt. My God, I'm going to cum!" And with a short scream, you did. The incredible turn-on of watching two women making it right before my eyes-- possibly the most arousing sight in the world--had caused my prick to become almost entirely stiff once again.

After just a few seconds, you seemed to have recovered some of your composure, and were eager to continue. You scooted back a foot or so, leaving Heather's upturned face staring up dreamily, your pussy juices smeared on her face. "Take off her jeans," you suggested; and, as Heather wiggled her ass helpfully, I complied. I pressed my hand to the center of her panties; as I felt the wetness, Heather moaned softly.

Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs with her knees bent. The thin line of her young pussy gleamed with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly, as Heather tensed and moaned. I lowered my head, and began to lick near the tops of her legs. "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that feels so fucking good!" I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her speak. "Don't stop," she begged eagerly. "PLEASE don't stop!"

Before I could oblige, you offered Heather some timely advice. "Be more specific," you suggested. "Tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do."

Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much urging. "Eat me," she nearly shouted. "Make me cum. Please--I want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy. Lick my cunt--all over. Suck my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!" With ever-increasing excitement, I eagerly obliged. I slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing her ass tightly, and began to explore her wet pussy with my tongue. I licked and sucked all over her cunt, and teased her clit as she moaned and writhed. In a surprisingly short time, she shrieked and shuddered in a violent climax.

Noticing my now fully-erect cock, you had a recommendation.

"Fuck her," you suggested. "I'll bet that young, tight cunt will drive you crazy."

"Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deliriously. "Please fuck me! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my pussy. I'm so wet. I'm so READY!" As if to demonstrate, she reached down to her sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they would go. I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an ample breast, teasing her cunt lips with the head of my cock.

"Stick it IN, stick it IN," she urged. Slowly, I slid my cock into her pussy. It was one of the most incredible feelings that I've ever had--her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me ever deeper. Again I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and, sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her snatch. Spent, I rolled off her.

"What kind of gentleman are you, anyway," you demanded mischievously. "You left the poor girl unfulfilled! Well," you added, "I'd be less than the perfect hostess if I didn't make amends!" You repositioned yourself over her face, and this time she eagerly grabbed you and started licking and sucking your pussy. With a moan, you stretched out over her and began to reciprocate. I swung around for a closer look at one of my favorite activities, and watched as your tongue and lips explored Heather's cunt. Just as earlier it had her mouth, my cum overflowed her pussy; you eagerly lapped it up, and rubbed your face in the mixture of her juices and my cum.

Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women eating each other's pussies began to make my cock hard yet once more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff as a board. I jumped you as you rolled off Heather, inserting the length of my cock quickly into your tender pussy. Both semi-exhausted, we began to fuck slowly, savoring every stroke with intense pleasure. Soon, I began to feel Heather's mouth between my legs, licking and sucking my balls, trying to lick my cock as it plunged in and out of your cunt. Just as I could feel that we were both about to cum together, I felt Heather's tongue circling the rim of my asshole. And just as she spread my ass and squirmed her tongue deep into my asshole, we both came.



Babysitter



There was a girl we'd use to baby-sit the kids sometimes on weekends when I was married and the wife and I would go out.

Gina was young, blonde, and a certified piece of ass. Though she was very pleasant and responsible, there was something about her that veritably screamed, "I fuck regularly!" Such a thing never occurred to my wife, but it was obvious to me. Men are like that, you know.

One morning after she had babysat, I was doing yard work and noticed some oil drippings in our pristine new driveway. Since I'm ultra anal-retentive with my vehicles, you can eat off the engine, so I knew the oil was not from my cars. And there was sufficient oil all in one spot that it could not have come from a car just turning around in the driveway. 

Someone had parked there while we were gone and Gina was babysitting the night before. I suspected she might have been entertaining a "guest." Our kids went to sleep early--about 8:30 or 9:00--so it was not as though Gina had to be actively looking after them for long, as we did not get back until around 1:00 AM. Idle time, as they say, is the devil's workshop.

The next time she babysat was the evening after we had thoroughly cleaned the house that day--shampooed carpets, steam-cleaned upholstered furniture, the whole bit. Since she was not yet driving, I had to pick her up and take her home across the lake. I took careful note of her appearance and behavior in the car on the way back. She had both the look and demeanor of a girl freshly fucked. Hard to describe, but you know what I mean.

When I returned home, my wife was upstairs checking on the kids, so I plopped on the couch and turned the tube on, rearranging the pillows for comfort. I noticed that the TV was tuned to a different channel from the one I'd been watching just before we left, so I checked the schedule to see what was on it. Earlier, Red Shoe Diaries, the soft-core porn show, had been on that channel. Hmmmm. Then I noticed, beneath the pillows, that there was a little wet spot, which I sniffed to identify. Sperm!!!

Well, well, well! I deduced that Gina had had a guy over who had fucked her on the couch while watching the soft-core porn show, unknowingly leaving a couple pieces of "evidence" there inside as well as the oil drippings outside in the driveway.

The little horny wheels in my head started turning, and I considered setting up a hidden video camera, but I quickly dismissed that as too complicated. Even so, the wheels never stopped turning.

A few months later, my wife was with my daughter at a Brownie Scouts overnight camp-out, and I was looking forward to spending time with my 4-year-old son, "just the boys," as he liked to say. However, we had one of those so-called "emergencies" at work--the kind where no one wants to assume responsibility--so I was called at home to come in and handle it.

I phoned Gina to ask her to watch my son. She apologized, explaining that she had a date. Our only other babysitter was out of town, so I pleaded and finally bribed Gina with the promise of a hundred dollars and an offer for her and her date to spend the evening at my house. Like I said, those horny wheels were still turning in my head, for I knew I would be back in only an hour or two.

I picked her up, brought her back to the house, and told her that I was very "progressive" and that, after my son was asleep in bed, she and her date could do "anything they liked--anything," slightly raising my eyebrows as I said that. 

I zoomed off to work and addressed the so-called "crisis," deciding that the supervisor on duty was indeed inept and would be terminated the next time he so much as sneezed the wrong way. As I turned into my neighborhood, I realized I had been gone only an hour and a half and that it was about 30 minutes after my son's bedtime.

Horny wheels spinning furiously fast, I figured that Gina and "Dick" were about now getting naked, so I parked my car down the street and leapt over the brick wall into my back yard. I could hear the TV on in the den and crept quietly up to the window, peering through one of the little holes in the wooden blinds where the cord threads through.

Aha! There was Gina, nude on the couch on her hands and knees getting doggie-boffed by her boyfriend standing on the floor behind her. Man, was he ever pounding her! Tan all over with nary a tan line, her medium-sized boobs were hanging down, flouncing with his every stroke, and the intoxicated look on her face was simply priceless.

I could not help but notice that "Dick" bore a striking resemblance to me--tall, skinny, smiling, brown hair, and, of course, horny. That could be me banging her, I thought, my imagination going bonkers. He continued to fuck her doggie style, she doing every bit her part by thrusting back onto his cock. 

I decided to have a bit of fun, at quite some personal risk. My eye never leaving the peep-hole, I used my foot to shove my son's Big Wheel Tricycle on the patio, making a loud scraping noise. A startled look came across Gina's face, and she froze and stared right at the blinds I was behind, saying, "What the hell was that?"

"Dick" never even slowed his fucking, explaining the noise away as probably a possum. I had to suppress myself from laughing out loud. A possum riding a Big Wheel, indeed! 

I let her get back into a regular rhythm and have a face-flushing orgasm with him before speed dialing my home phone number from the cell phone I had on me. The home phone was right there on the end table by the couch, and I heard it ringing. As soon as the greeting ended, I spoke softly, "Gina, please pick up. I need to apprise you of what's going on." She knew she had to take the call, and she did.

"While still caressing Dick's dick, she said, "Oh, hi, Mr.(Hornyman69WithU). I didn't want to answer the phone unless it was you, so that's why I let the message pick up first. We're just here watching TV wondering what your emergency was. I read your boy some stories, and he fell asleep in his bed shortly after you left."

I had to have a little more fun. "Fine, Gina. I really appreciate your changing your plans and 'cumming' on such short notice, really appreciate your 'cumming.' Listen, a piece of my 'equipment' here was down but seems to be coming 'up' strong now, at least according to the 'stiffometer,' but I'm going to 'lube' it and 'jerk' around with it for a while before I'm 'relieved' and head back home. I don't expect you to 'swallow' every drop of this jargon, but that's what's happening here. I should be back by 11:00, but no sooner. I'll call if it's going to be much later than that. Bye, now."

She carefully returned the receiver to the cradle, popped his cock in her mouth, and proceeded to suck him off. From the looks of her deeply concaved cheeks, she must have been providing excellent vacuum, and from the look on his face, it must have been really, really good head.

Though she was stroking him all the way up and down with her lips and both hands, he was nevertheless and quite unnecessarily face-fucking her. When he came, this caused his first spurt to spew not in her mouth but right into her nice, clean blonde hair. She was not at all happy about that. 

"I hate that!" she shrieked, trying to pull out the sticky goo from her bangs with her fingers. "You know I love to swallow, and that you can cum anywhere on me—boobs, tummy, butt, back, hands, in my kitty, on my kitty, even my face—anywhere but my hair! So why did you have to cum in my hair? You know I hate that! You've been spending waaaay too much time looking at Internet porn, that's why."

They micro-waved a frozen pizza, devoured it, and still naked and obviously over the spat, were back sucking and fucking in 20 minutes. 

For the next hour and a half, I watched those two fornicate on my clean couch in most every position possible. At one point they were in a 69, and he plucked a candle from its holder on the side table and plunged it into her gash. She certainly seemed to enjoy that. Come On Baby Light My Fire, I chuckled to myself, recalling the words of Jim Morrison. He came, I counted, 4 times, reminding me of my own youth. I lost count of how many times she appeared to cum.

At a quarter 'til eleven, he left in his VW Bug—the oil-leaking culprit--and I leapt back over the wall and walked back to my car, spotting a possum on the way. It was, incidentally, not riding a Big Wheel. A few minutes later, I pulled into the driveway and let the car idle with the headlights on for a bit, just to give Gina time to get dressed and freshen up if she needed to. She must have heard or seen me out front, as she shortly appeared at the door with my son asleep in her arms in a bundle of blankets. 

She got in and harnessed him into the child seat, careful not to awaken him, then climbed into the front passenger seat. I could see the remnants of dried semen in her otherwise beautiful hair, then I noticed fresh oil in my driveway and commented, "I hate that!" wondering if she made the connection.

We were conspicuously silent until I got to her house, when I handed her a "C note" and parted with, "I am so grateful for your help. Gina, no one can hold a candle to you," as I grinned sardonically at my intentional double entendre and glanced at her crotch. Those horny wheels in my head were still turning fast as ever.



Babysitter



As I'm a student at University, I often find myself strapped for cash if I want to have a night out so I sometimes earn £30 a night by taking care of children while parents are out for an evening. And I'm well known around the town for being a very reliable young lady (They often feel obliged to pay me extra for all the cleaning and dishes done etc).

Anyway, a received a phone call from a man saying his wife was out of town on business for a week and he wanted to go out with his friends for the night and asked if I could look after his 8month old baby. I was more than happy to do so as babies are easy to look after and dads usually end up paying me more money.

I showed up at 8pm like asked, wearing a comfortable valor red rare skirt, matching hoodie, short tank top inside and my timberland boots. In was wearing a matching headband to hold back my big long black hair from my face. I decided to take a book incase there was nothing on TV. I rang the door bell and waited for a couple of seconds and then a tall muscular Vin Diesel look-alike opened the door. He looked in his late 20's and was very attractive yet much to my disappointment he was wearing a ring. 'Oh well' I thought.

"Come inside Charisma" he said in a deep voice eyeing me as I walked in. "The baby's already asleep so it seems you won't have much work to do tonight," He paused looking at the book in my arms. "So I'm guessing you're studying at the University?"

"Yes sir, I'm studying doing a degree in Marketing, specializing in branding," I couldn't help but feel attracted to his masculine body and smoldering attitude.

"You can call me Mr. Roberts, Charisma" He said licking his lips. "May I ask how old you are?"

"I turned 19 in March, you probably thought I looked a lot older" I replied.

He had a surprised expression on his face. "Yes I thought you must have been at least 25," he said eyeing my body up and down. "I'm actually 35, older than most people imagine."

Now I was surprised, he looked in his 20's but it was obvious the reason was because he worked out nearly every day.

After finishing introducing ourselves, he showed me into the front room and how to work the TV (as if I didn't know already). I sat on the couch and crossed my legs, I saw him look at my bare thighs.

"I'm waiting for my friend to call me and let me know what time he's going to be at the bar before I leave," he said sitting down next to me. I started to get a bit warm so I took off my hoodie. We were watching TV for a while and I could tell he was trying not to stare at my breasts in my tight vest and at my thighs.

He was staring at my lips while I was sipping on a glass of cola.

"I really think..." he started saying just before the phone rang and made him jump. He got up and answered it. He said he had to go and so he left after reminded me about where all the numbers are etc.

A couple hours later (about 10.45), he came trough the door hours earlier than expected. 'Great,' I thought, knowing I'm not going to get that much money for such a short time. I was still sitting on the couch, watching TV and I watched him walk fast towards me. He had an even more smoldering, lustful look expression on his face. He picked me up by my waist and pushed me against the wall, my legs wrapped around his body.

"When I want something, I have it," he said kissing me lustfully. His sheer strength was so overwhelming, I lost control of myself.

I could feel his huge throbbing erection in his pants rub on my pussy. I remembered that I forgot to wear put on panties.

"We shouldn't do this Mr. Roberts, you're married," I whispered while he ripped off my shirt and licked my erect nipples.

He threw me onto the couch and forced my legs apart, sliding his hands up my smooth thighs.

"You should've thought about that before you decided not to wear panties," he said smirking and putting two fingers into my ready wet pussy. "Young girls who wear short skirts without panties around strange men ask for a nice hard fuck" I moaned enjoying his fingers inside me and his thumb rubbing my clit.

I got up and took off his clothes, exposing his rock hard pecks, huge muscular arms and large girthy cock. He picked me up, took me into the kitchen and placed me on the table.

"Spread your legs nice and wide for me baby," he commanded in that deep sexy voice of his. He pulled me with my legs toward him and pushed his huge cock into me slowly.

"Oooooh," I moaned, as his huge cock struggled to fit into my tiny pussy.

He finally pushed it all into me, fucking my pussy deeper and harder with each thrust. I was moaning louder and louder as he was fucking me and taking advantage of my pussy, making it wet, throbbing for more.

"Fuck, I love this young juicy pussy," he whispered, trusting in and out of me and holdling my breasts. "Tell Mr. Roberts how much you love him fucking that pussy of yours!"

"OHHH FUCK YEAH, FUCK ME HARDER MR. ROBERTS!!" I pleaded and screamed his name; I wanted him to fuck me harder.

He picked me up off the table with his cock still inside me and I wrapped my legs around him. He pushed me up against the wall again, he started fucking me much harder now, his hands on my waist holding my whole body effortlessly and lowering me onto his penis, up and down with sheer force and speed.

"You like that don't you, you little dick tease," he said breathing hard and fucking deeper, harder and faster.

I was seconds away from orgasm, the muscles in my vagina contracting rapidly, I was about to squirt all over his cock. I was screaming with delight and I couldn't hold it back anymore, I let go and climaxed squirting all over his cock.

"FUCK!" he yelled, trusting into me one last time, I felt a warm shot of liquid shoot up my vagina.

He set me down and I collapsed onto the couch.

"Damn you're a squirter?!" he exclaimed, cleaning up the mess and trying to catch his breath. "That was the best fuck I've had in years, you're the sexiest girl on earth."

"You weren't so bad yourself Mr. Roberts," I replied with a cheeky smile. "But what about your wife?"

"My wife's a slut, she's probably fucking business man as we speak," he snapped. "Now come here, I'm fucking that young pussy again before you go home."



Babysitter



"You have a girlfriend yet son?" My father asks casually one Wednesday night while walking past my room. I'm at my computer downloading porn and playing an online game. 

"I wish dad."

"What if I could make it happen for you?"

"How would you do that?" I ask looking up from my computer to see him leaning on the doorframe with a mischievous look in his eyes.

"I know you have a hard time with the ladies, being shy and all, so I was thinking your mom and I could ask a girl your age to babysit little Nina while we go out this weekend. Any leads on who I could ask?"

"I think Celia would be a good babysitter. She's nice and she has a little sister too, so she knows about that sort of stuff." 

"Does she get your heart racing?"

"I guess a bit." 

In fact, she gets everything about me racing. My heart pounds, my hands sweat and my groin heats up when I'm around her. I think dad could tell this from the way my voice cracked when I answered his question.

"Then she's our gal. I'll get your mom to call and see if she can come over on Saturday."

Just the thought of Celia being in our house makes me shudder with excitement. Celia is smart, not exactly popular, but not an outsider like me. She's into art I think. She's always doodling in her notebook during class. Sometimes I daydream about what she's drawing. Depending on the mood I'm in, it can get pretty graphic. One calm and sunny day, I imagined she was drawing herself with her dream guy laying under a shady tree together. Last Friday, as the rain pattered on our classroom window, I imagined she was drawing herself pressed up against the blackboard and hoping it was me she was drawing sucking on her neck. Then yesterday in class, I dreamt that she was drawing me tied up in an abandoned building with her sucking my rigid cock. Of course, she's not that kind of girl, but the daydreams that her mysterious doodlings inspire sure are fun.

As I lie in bed tonight, I wonder if she will even take the babysitting job. I get to thinking about what could happen if she does. My dick in hand, I play through the make-believe Saturday night. I skip to right after she's put Nina to bed. I'm reading on my bed when she comes to my door. She knocks quietly and then opens it a crack and peeks in.

"Mind if I come in?" 

"No, not at all."

She sits down beside me, leaning against the headboard. Her short skirt reveals up to the top of her thighs and she raises it a little higher. 

She takes my book from me and sets it on the bedside table. Then she takes my hand and puts it on her thigh. She moans. I move my hand higher and find that her thin panties are already wet. I graze them with my hand a few times, each time I do she moans and my cock twitches. I move in between her legs and smell her scent through the flowered cotton. She pulls the panties down to reveal her nearly bare pussy, all but a little tuft at the top. I lick her little clit, tasting her, and loving the soft texture. She starts to squirm. 

"I've been waiting all week for this." She says

She gets up and asks me to lie on my back. Then she climbs on top of me with her tight little cunt in my face. She takes my dick out and starts licking it. I lick back. She starts sucking it and I do the same to her. Then she plunges down on me and I feel her warmth all around me and I arch my neck back in delight. 

I have to break out of my fantasy for a moment as I find myself getting too close and need a break. I try to think about something else for a minute, but just can't, so I get back into it.

Now Celia is poised over me, fully naked. She is rubbing her wet cunt with the tip of my dick. Then when I think she'll never do it, she presses down and I become enveloped in her. She is warm and wet, as I've been told girls are. I can't hold out much longer alone here in my bed, so I imagine she rides me hard and fast till she comes and then I cum within her. 

I clean up, tell myself she probably won't take the job and go to sleep. 

At breakfast the next day, Mom tells Nina that she's going to have a new babysitter on Saturday. She called Celia last night and everything is set up. I head off to school with a glow of excitement. 

My first class of the day is English. I'm there early, waiting for Celia to arrive so that I can start a new fantasy about what she is drawing today. But Celia sits behind me today. As Mr. Harris drones away at the front of the class, I can hear Celia's pencil scratching away on her page right behind my head. Then it stops and I feel a tap on my elbow. I look back and she slides a folded note along her desk to me. I wait until Mr. Harris is turned to the blackboard and then I open it. 

'Hey Sal, Do I get to be your babysitter too? - Celia'

I think this over. Is she making fun of me, teasing me, or actually playfully flirting with me? I go out on a limb and write back:

'You can be whatever you want to for me!' 

Then I pass it back without even turning around. My heart races as I wait for her to react.

I hear more pencil scratching and then an elbow rub. I look back and, with a smirk, she hands me the note.

'Will you let me put you to bed?' 

My stomach flutters and my groin grows as I write back:

'If you come with me.'

I pass it back and hear a barely audible groan escape her. She quickly writes another note:

'Do you want to make out at lunch?'

Just as the bell rings, I hand her my response, letting her know that I will bring my car to the front of the school to meet her at lunch. Then we go our separate ways to our second period classes as if nothing has happened.

As soon as the lunch bell rings, I get my car and drive to meet Celia. She is already there when I arrive, sitting on a ledge with her bare legs dangling.

She comes right over, gets in and says: "Lets go park at the beach."

She puts her hand on my thigh as I drive. It feel like we'd been together for years. She breaks the calm silence. 

"You know what I like about you?" Without waiting for me to respond she continues, "I like that you are smart and kind and I like that you don't give a shit what people think about you."

Just as I pull into a parking spot at the beach she adds: "And the thing that I really like about you is that you're shy and you're all mine," with that, she climbs over on top of me and looks me in the eye, "I want to do all sorts of things with you. I want to be your personal playtoy." 

She kisses me hard and passionately while rubbing her groin into mine. I put my hands on her hips under her little skirt. I can feel her smooth legs as they rock back and forth. I know she can feel my hard cock through my pants, she's rubbing along it like a train on a track. I want so much to put it in her and let her have her way with me. 

Her hands dig into my chest and then move up my neck and then they run through my hair. I kiss her neck and she arches back to give me more exposure, but her back hits the horn and brings us out of our splendor. I look at my watch and note that we should get back. She agrees reluctantly, dismounts and returns to the passenger's seat. 

On the way back Celia asks if I want a gift to get me through the afternoon, since we have no more classes together today. I tell her she has already given me enough to think about to last me months, but I am happy to accept anything she has for me. She pulls her panties halfway down her thighs and waits until we reach the school parking lot. Then just as I put the car in park, she lifts her skirt and reveals herself to me; completely smooth and utterly beautiful. She lets me look for a moment and then pulls the panties back up and flattens her skirt before getting out. As we walk back together, she whispers in my ear:

"After your mom called last night, I shaved it just for you. I'd never done it before. Do you like it?"

I whisper back, "I love it. It's perfect."

She smiles as she leaves me for her next class. 

Fridays are usually pretty casual at our school. Often they let us take the day off to take part in schoolwide workshops, see a school drama production or watch a football game. Today is one of those Fridays, thank god, because I am dying to spend it with Celia. We quickly decide that it will be much more fun if we take a drive. 

The day is hot, but the breeze coming in our windows is refreshing. We drive around looking for something to do. Celia remembers a park she enjoyed as a little girl and directs me there. We walk around, following the paths and talking about school and life. Celia is worried about college next year and choosing the right career. I ask her what her dream job would be. She slips her hand into mine, sending tingles up my arm and down my spine, and says "I'd love to be your sex slave."

She leads me off the beaten path down toward the creek that meanders through the park. There is a hidden picnic table under a willow tree. She tells me to sit down on the bench. She kneels between my legs and undoes my pant button, and then she slowly undoes my zipper while looking deviously into my eyes. She pulls my cock loose of its confines and eyes it over. She seems quite fascinated and pleased with it. She regains eye contact with me and licks me from the base to the tip then twirls her tongue around the head. She laps at me like a dog and covers me with kisses. She puts the head in her warm mouth and gently suckles on it. She's so kind and loving; there is no doubt in my mind that I love Celia. 

I want to tell her, but do not have the guts to do it; not until I know for sure that she feels the same way. I am drawn away from my thoughts as Celia suddenly deepens. I feel the smoothness of the back of her mouth and her tongue rubbing the bottom of my shaft. She is all around me. Her mouth tightens and loosens on me. Her throat opens and closes on the head. Then she removes me from her depths and smiles at me. She asks me if she's being a good sex slave. I nod approvingly and appreciatively. 

She puts me back deep within her mouth and creates a rhythm taking me all the way in and out with passion. Every time, her tongue licks the length of me, as if she gets pleasure from the taste of me. When I am not hidden inside her mouth, I see that my cock is glistening with her saliva. I wonder how amazing it would feel to be inside her with my dick this lubed. How I would slip and slide around inside her with ease. I think about her cleanly shaved pussy glistening too. I can't wait to feel it with my own hands. Then I realize all I have to do is get up the nerve. 

So I work up all my courage and I put my hands on Celia's shoulders. She removes me from her mouth and looks up at me. I pull her up and kiss her with a passion I have never before experienced. I tell her to lie down on the table and I gently adjust her so that she is flush with the edge. She spreads her legs and I see that she is not even wearing panties today. She knew I would fuck her!

I lean into the table and start lapping on her like a cat. I can understand how she savored my taste, I love her flavor. I look at her closely, feel around; get to know her. She is soft and smooth. The outer lips are puffy and rosy, the inner lips tight and firm. Her clit is small like a pearl covered with a delicate hood. I rub it with my thumb as I lick at the layers. She starts to get wetter and her moans become audible. Thank god this park is deserted or I would be worried that we might get discovered. 

I put one finger inside her, just the tip. She is incredibly tight; I don't know how I will fit inside her. But then as she gets comfortable with the finger, I am able to move it in further until it is all the way in. I move it in and out and she groans madly. I add another finger and it is tight once more, but again she becomes comfortable with them, so I add a third. This drives her wild. She stays tight on my three fingers, but I am now confident that I will be able to put myself in her without causing discomfort for her. 

I remove my fingers, only to hear a disappointed moan, so I lean forward and kiss her lips. I can feel her warm, wetness against my exposed cock. I ask her in a whisper if I can fuck her and she nearly screams an enthusiastic 'YES!'

I kiss her clit once more before straightening up and rubbing my cock against her. I circle her entrance with the head, lubing it with her juices and warming up her tight hole. I slowly put just the head it. It feels unwilling to take more, but her vocals tell me otherwise, so I push on. I inch in. I know its killing her that I'm taking it slow. She's trying to ride into me to make me go fast, but I don't want to force it and I want to tempt and tease her. I finally make it all the way in and Celia arches her back and lets out an immense moan. I can tell that she is very satisfied. It makes me glow to know that we fit together so well like puzzle pieces. 

I start thrusting rhythmically into her. I don't feel right slamming into her tight cunt like in the porn I've seen, but she's begging for it. So, I grab her hips and thrust until I hit the back of her soft tunnel. She screams out with each connection of my head to her end. She lifts her top to reveal a perfect pair of perky braless breasts. They bounce with each thrust and she moulds them with her hands. I can feel her getting tighter. I'm getting close too. I speed up and try to infiltrate further. I can't believe how loud she's getting, it is really an impressive show! She reaches her arms out and clings to the picnic table as if to brace herself and then her cunt clings to me too, she lets out an orgasmic cry. Her pussy pulses my cock with unbelievably tight contractions causing my body to stiffen and spasm in return as I let my load out deep and hard within her. 

I fall down on her with my head resting between her breasts. We are both glistening with sweat. I am in love.

Celia runs her fingers through my hair and questions how we are going to beat that tomorrow night. I tell her I have no idea, but she wants suggestions, so we lie together on the picnic table once we are covered again and daydream about more adventurous endeavors. I suggest a few different positions, but she wants to go even further. She is coy about her idea until she finally whispers it in my ear. 

"What about fucking me in the ass?"

"Have you ever done it before?"

"No, but I wonder about it all the time. I sort of have a fascination with it." 

Saturday night isn't going to come soon enough for both Celia and I. 

My parents are going to the late show, so Celia and I are talking and teasing on IM. My dad comes to my bedroom door and asks if I'd like to go pick Celia up. He can tell that he really made a difference in my life from my new composure and he is happy to see it. 

I can see her sitting on the curb in her little black skirt as I round the corner. She is wearing a tight black spaghetti strap top and sheer black garter tights to compliment the skirt. She's dressed for our adventure. 

She hops in my car and kisses me on the cheek. 

"I am so excited about tonight," she says, "a bit nervous too, but mostly excited."

"Me too."

"I shaved again...everywhere. I couldn't help but touch myself in the shower while thinking about you and tonight."

"You're driving me crazy. I don't think I can get home fast enough to get you into my room and ravage you!"

"We still have to see your parents off, so don't get too excited." She places her hand on my groin to evaluate my progress. "Oh my, I don't know if you'll make it. Why don't I ease your discomfort?" 

I receive a quick and dirty blowjob as I drive home. She mouth-fucks me deep and hard and I come in her throat with an explosion of relief. 

When we get home my parents are already in their car ready to back out the driveway. Mom gives Celia some quick instructions about Nina and we wave goodbye. As soon as they are out of sight we rush inside groping, grabbing and removing clothes as we fumble quietly up the stairs to my room. 

I lock my bedroom door behind us and we collapse on the bed together. We are like animals licking, sucking and nipping until we're hot, wet and longing to fuck. 

"You still want to do what we planned?" I ask Celia tenderly.

"I want it more than anything I've ever wanted before. I want you to fuck my ass more than I wanted to learn to ride my bicycle and more than I want my perfect prom dress and more that I want to know what to do with the rest of my life. I've never felt safe and comfortable enough with anyone else to be this open about my needs, but I need you inside my ass so bad that it's achingly tight with longing!" 

I grab some moisturizer from my bedside drawer as Celia positions herself on my bed; kneeling on all fours, hungrily presenting her ass to me. I lube up my hands and rub her back and cheeks and then her little star. I mould it with my thumb, making it softer and more willing to take me. Celia buries her head in my pillow to muffle her moans. I find it hard to get into this tightly guarded entrance, so I bring the lube bottle to her anus and pour some right on it. She loosens from the first drop. The hole opens instinctively and lets me pour it right in. I look inside in awe and wonder if we will fuck wildly together for the rest of our lives. I hope so, and I bring my cock to her ass. I push in through the lube and feel the door tighten around me. I can hear Celia screaming into the pillow as she pushes back on me to force me in further. I spread her cheeks apart to get in as far as I can. Her hand is beneath her kneading her clit. She is sliding herself back and forth along my shaft; covering its length with her tight ring. 

She moves forward enough to remove me from her and flips to her back. She lifts her legs to her chest so that her ass is easily accessible. She firmly holds her cheeks spread far apart as I enter her. Her cunt is juicy, bare and exposed in front of me. 

As I slide in and out of her, I thumb her clit. I slide my hand over and around her smooth pussy and I instinctively give it a solid smack. She bites her bottom lip to keep from crying out and her nipples instantly change from soft pillows to firm dots. Her ass trembles for a moment and then the ring squeezes me tight. I ride through it over and over as it throbs. She cries out to me in half murmur: "Come in me Sal, come in my ass!"

I obey her command and press myself in fully. I stay still and rigid as I spurt deep into her no longer virgin ass. 

After, as we lie spooning together on my bed, Celia takes my hand and brings it to her mouth. She kisses it and sucks it gently. 

"Sal, I'm in love with you. Will you take me to college with you and let me be your love slave? I want to be yours for the rest of our lives."

"I can't think of anything I want more Celia. I love you too."



BabySitter Accident



It happened on a Friday afternoon. Fortunately I was at home at the time. Beth and the kids were out playing in the back yard. Beth made a grab to the right just as her target swung left. Beth made a hasty readjustment, trod on a stone of a tuft of grass or maybe even a shadow, and her foot buckled under her. 

She went down in a screaming heap. A very ladylike scream, but still a scream. Unfortunately, it was a scream of pain, not surprise. When I got out there her ankle was already swelling like a balloon.

Following a trip to the doctor we had ourselves a little problem. Beth was to stay off the foot for a minimum of forty eight hours. Not too bad on a weekend as I would normally be home. This weekend I had a series of appointments that I couldn't put off and couldn't attend with kids in tow. Beth, as in all household crises, had the answer. 

She would arrange a babysitter to stay the weekend. We had a guest room so there would be no problems. She happened to know that Dianne, one of our more regular sitters, was saving for a trip overseas, so she would probably jump at the chance for a weekend's work. 

I hadn't really noticed Dianne around recently. When she's been sitting for us it was normally a case that we'd pass each other at the door, her arriving and me leaving, sort of thing. Now she was around me full time and boy, hasn't that young lady grown somewhat.

If asked to describe her I'd have given a description of a middle teens, young, pretty and starting to blossom. The reality nowadays was a late teens, nineteen, maybe even twenty, very pretty and she had blossomed into a delightful flower. When she arrived at the door in tight shorts and top it was a case of instant lust.

It was also acute consciousness that I had a wife right there in the kitchen, so watch it buddy. I smiled and invited her in. She smiled back and entered and in no time at all was making herself useful. The kids love her and Beth gets on well with her.

The weekend passed. I made all my appointments, Dianne looked after the kids and Beth rested her ankle. I also got incredibly horny every time I saw Dianne, but I won't mention that.

At first I thought it was my imagination. Wishful thinking on my part. Slowly it dawned on me that Dianne was actually trying to flirt with me. Trying, hell. She was deliberately flirting with me and teasing me, and seemed to get a real kick out of it. There was nothing you could point to, or object to, but we both knew it was going on. I, of course, did not reciprocate. Well, I did find out that her breasts were incredibly soft, but that was purely by accident.

On Sunday afternoon all my appointments were concluded and I was at home, relaxing in the yard with Beth and the kids, with Dianne doing the bulk of the work entertaining them. We had an inflatable pool and Dianne and the kids were romping around in it. Dianne was wearing a one piece bathing costume. People who think bikinis are sexy have obviously never seen a well-endowed young lady in a one piece costume that I would swear was at least one size too small. 

That's when we had our second accident. Stepping out of the pool, Dianne caught her toe on it and came down flat on her face, landing quite hard. On the grass, fortunately, and not the concrete path. Unhurt, but obviously shaken up. Beth told me to take her inside and make her lie down for a while. I shrugged mentally and escorted her into the house, hurrying back to Beth and the kids.

I promptly copped a serve from Beth. She could watch the kids for a few minutes. I could use my time better making sure that Dianne didn't actually hurt herself. She'd go herself, but her foot. . .

So I went back inside to see how Dianne was surviving.

I knocked on the door to the bedroom we had given her and opened it. My timing couldn't have been worse. Or better, depending on how you look at it. 

Dianne had apparently decided to change out of her bathers and had rolled them down. She was standing on one leg, extracting her foot when I opened the door. She gave a small shriek, trying to turn to see who had opened the door, and at the same time cover herself from unwanted eyes.

Her tangled feet brought her down. Literally. She tripped and fell backwards, her foot coming free from the tangled costume even as she fell. She toppled back onto the bed, finishing up lying flat on her back and totally naked, her lovely body open to my eyes.

I thoughtfully closed the door. Behind me.

Dianne lay there, staring at me. I could not tell what she was feeling from the look on her face. I really couldn't. I suspected that she did not have similar problems where I was concerned.

I didn't take my eyes off her as I moved to stand before her, looking down at her. 

"I really don't have much option here," I told her. "You do understand that?"

She nodded, not saying a word. I dropped my trousers, and Dianne's eyes also dropped, while the expression on her face did not change one iota. My erection was standing proud, ready for instant action.

Don't get me wrong. I didn't force her. She knew I wanted her and she didn't even seem to consider the possibility of refusing me. I touched one finger to the inside of her knee and pressed lightly, and her legs parted, giving me access to her tender and private flesh.

I suppose I should have stroked her and slowly aroused her, whispering sweet words of seduction. In this instance, all that seemed meaningless. I wanted her and she was laying there in front of me. I leaned over her, my cock gently pressing against her lips, feeling them part before me, accepting me into her.

She was wet and ready for me. For some reason, this didn't surprise me. It just seemed natural and proper. I pushed deeper, feeling her passage slowly yield and stretch, making room for me to advance, but closing around me as I came.

I leaned over her, not only driving deeper into her but stretching over her, covering her, so that by the time I was fully inside her I was also lying on her, pinning her to the bed. My mouth found hers and I kissed her.

For a few moments I just lay there, kissing her, while my cock just held her pinned against the bed. She was returning my kisses quite expertly and, when I started moving in the rhythm of life, I heard her give a soft moan and she was moving with me, the two of us joined as one.

I moved slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her hot flesh surrounding me and clinging to me as I moved, the slow rasp of flesh against flesh sending delicious ripples of heat through me. Wanting more, I moved faster and harder, demanding a response from her.

And I got my response. She pushed up to meet me, taking me deep within her every time I drove down. My hands closed over her breasts, enjoying their soft plumpness, with that odd contrast of hard nipples rolling around under my palms. 

I was driving in even harder, excitement rising. Dianne was twisting about under me, bucking hard. Her legs had closed around me, trying to force me even deeper into her, while her fingers were clawing at my shoulders, holding me tight. 

I hammered into her, moving faster and faster. I needed this woman under me, just how much I hadn't known until I'd actually entered her. Now I was showing her the depth of my need, mercilessly plundering her body, while she yielded, letting me, encouraging me, to do as I wanted.

Then it was becoming too much for me to contain. I was loaded for bear and ready to fire. I held off as long as I could, urging Dianne forward towards her own climax, ruthlessly driving her towards it. 

Then I was gone. There's just so much I could take and then something had to give. To put it crudely, I simply blew my load deep into her. With that first splash Dianne climaxed. She bit me, damn it. Her teeth sunk into my shoulder as she buried her face against me to stifle her screams.

Dianne seemed just about out cold afterwards, lying back in a dreamy state. I tidied myself up and turned her so that she was lying on the bed properly. When she finally looked at me with what seemed to be intelligence I spoke.

"Beth sent me in to see how you were after your fall," I told her. "I'll say you just want to relax on your bed for a while, shall I?"

She looked amused. 

"That might be an idea. I do feel like relaxing after my fall," she replied, using a completely different accent on the word fall to the one I'd used.

I smiled and left her, closing the door softly behind me.



Babysitter & Her Boyfriend



Fran didn't know when it started. They met the first year of college and had seemed perfect for each other, sharing everything. They could talk for hours about their childhoods, schooling, early jobs, early relationships. They actually listened to each other, noting carefully all the details that made up their existence. She felt so close to him, so totally one. 

Now, they had been together for several years. The time had passed quickly for Fran and she was always surprised when she stopped to count and found the years mounting. She loved Chris so much, even more than before. But things had changed somehow. They still shared their days and thoughts, but now Fran was aware of a vacancy in his eyes, a perfunctory nod of his head. He didn't seem to listen anymore, not really.

Fran worried about it, as she worried about everything. They seemed to be growing apart, losing the special connection that made them different. Several times, she tried to bring it up with Chris, hesitantly mentioning her concerns. He would laugh it off, hold her for a moment, then release her into the arms of fear once again. She wasn't sure what to do to bring back the magic.

Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She packed her things and left a note for Chris, trying once again to explain her thoughts. 

Dear Chris,  I love you with all my heart. You mean everything to me. I just feel that I am not as important to you as I once was. I feel you are pulling away from me, losing interest in me. I guess I need to know that what I say is important, that what I want is important. I will be at my sister's house, trying to straighten out my mind. I love you. Fran

Chris was finally shaken. He took stock of his life and realized that Fran was important to him. Actually, more than important, she was critical to his happiness. He sat home the first night in shock and denial. He didn't really think she would stay away, that she could stay away. But she didn't return the next day, or the day after that. Each morning, he left for work, sure she would return to him that day. And each night, he came home to an empty, cold house. It amazed him to realize he could sense the lack of her warmth, her very scent, in all the rooms. He could hear slight remnants of her voice, her thoughts floating in the air. At night, he felt her in the bed, turning or shifting the covers. 

Chris tried to call her, but she didn't want to talk to him yet. She was trying so hard to figure out what to do with her life, the sad life without Chris in it. 

Chris did the next best thing. He called Fran's sister, Laurie. Laurie heard the misery in Chris' voice and, having watched Fran's unhappiness, wanted to help any way she could. They talked, planned and discussed. Finally they hit upon a perfect plan. Chris remembered something Fran had told him years ago, and thought perhaps this was the way to win her back.

That Friday, Laurie and her husband were going out with friends. They invited Fran, but were not at all surprised when she declined. She hadn't gotten dressed for days, preferring her soft, baggy sweats and slippers. They left her curled up on the couch, the fire blazing, a thick quilt wrapped around her and her misery, watching an old movie on TV. As much as they hated leaving her alone, it was part of the plan, so they giggled as they went out to the car.

The movie was a very old one. The main characters hated each other on sight, an event that always promised true love before the final credits. Fran had a huge bowl of buttery popcorn and a big glass of pink lemonade, her favorite movie snack. She sat mesmerized by the unfolding love story, sighing as she thought of Chris and her own failed romance.

When the doorbell rang, she jumped. She wasn't expecting anyone. Nervously, she moved to the door and peeked out. It was Chris, grinning and looking right at her. Hesitantly, she opened the door a crack and asked him what he needed. 

Chris looked around and leaned closed to whisper, "Hello, pretty girl. I know you are babysitting and not allowed company, but I had to see you. I even brought your favorite ice cream." Chris held up a container of mint chocolate chip ice cream and tried to look winning.

All of Fran's teen fantasies came flooding back. "The Babysitter and her Boyfriend". How many nights had she babysat with neighborhood kids and wished she had a boyfriend who would come by and bring her ice cream and then make out with her on the couch while the children slept? She and her other dateless friends had discussed it at length, deciding who would be allowed to come into the house, what he would have to bring as a bribe, and how far they would let him go in the making out. 

Of course, it never happened. But it was a fantasy that she still remembered clearly, one she had shared with Chris when they first met. Suddenly, it occured to Fran that Chris remembered! Right down to the flavor of ice cream she was most likely to succumb to!

Her mind battled with her heart. God, she wanted nothing more than to throw open the door and invite him in! But her mind wondered if this was just a passing thing, if Chris would return to his less-than-interested self once she was safely ensconced in their apartment. Then she looked into Chris's unique silver eyes, and her heart won. 

She opened the door, whispering that the kids were asleep and he would need to be very quiet. She admonished him that he could share a bowl of ice cream and then he would have to leave.

Chris agreed to everything. He entered quietly, leaving his shoes at the door, sliding silently by her, filling her head with his own special scent. She stood there, inhaling him, remembering every moment of their lives together.

She moved to the kitchen to get bowls and spoons. Chris came up behind her and encircled her with his arms, pulling her close. He nibbled on her neck, kissing up and down the length of it, lingering at the extremely sensitive nape that Fran had always said was her weakness. She had to make a decision, she had to know right now what to do. It meant a lot that Chris had remembered her babysitter fantasy and had obviously planned with Laurie to surprise her. His lips were moving up and down her neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. In an instant, Fran made her decision. She entered wholeheartedly into the fantasy.

"Ooooh, Chris, you shouldn't be doing that! I am responsible for these kids! The parents trust me! They would be very upset if they knew I had let some guy into the house, not to mention if I were necking with him. Besides....." Her point was lost as Chris slipped his hand over her breast, cupping it securely, his thumb massaging the hardening nipple.

"Besides...." Chris whispered against her neck, waiting for the rest of the sentence. But all he could hear was Fran's rapid breathing as she leaned back against him, surrendering. He moved his hand then, hearing her sigh with disappointment. Slowly, he turned her to him, keeping his hands on her upper arms as he pulled her close and leaned down for a kiss. He had missed her so much, missed having her in his life AND his bed. Being this close to her, touching her again, reminded him of all the good things she had brought into his life. 

He closed his eyes and softly pressed his lips to hers. Gently rubbing back and forth, he just enjoyed the contact, knowing there was lots of time. He felt her lips opening beneath his, and took the invitation, slipping the tip of his tongue into her hot mouth, thrusting lightly. She happily sucked on his tongue, pulling it deeper into her, teasing it with her own. They played lovers' games; touching, evading, swirling, sucking. They stood together, hips dancing, hands clutching, as only their tongues moved happily. 

Fran traced his lips slowly, lingering at the corners, delving there, making him moan. His hands still gripped her arms, but she could feel his erection pressing into her tummy. She slid her own hands under his shirt, finding the smooth skin of his back, and re-learning. Her palms were warm, actually hot, as she traced the planes and valleys of his body. Her breasts pressed against him, her nipples hard and aching. She arched her back, attempting to get even closer. Still, Chris kissed her. She whimsically thought that he was kissing her senseless, which he was. She was losing all sense of reality, totally losing herself in the story of the love-crazed girl being visited by her crush. 

Calmly, Chris kissed her softly on her nose and turned to the ice cream, opening it and spooning some out....one bowl, one spoon only. He took her hand and walked her to the living room, with the comfy couch all warmed by the fire. He settled her there, moving about the room, dimming lights. Then he snuggled next to her, pulling the quilt over both of them and holding her close. He fed her ice cream as he seemed to lose himself in the movie. Fran didn't really care, as long as he was this close.

For the next two hours, they cuddled and watched, with Chris reaching to her for a long, lingering, occasional kiss. It kept Fran on the edge. She never knew when he would decide to hold her, kiss her. She loved that. It was much better than a constant barrage of hands and lips. It was extremely exciting. She surrendered to him each time, sinking into the pleasure of his touch and taste.

When the movie ended, Chris took the remote and turned off the TV. The room grew even darker, lit only by the flickering fire. He began to kiss her in earnest now, his lips making love to hers, his hands moving slowly up and down her arms, caressing her neck, sliding into her hair and playing with it. 

As part of the game, Fran should have protested, at least a little. So she did. She whispered that the kids might come in, that the parents might come home, that they shouldn't be doing this; but it had no effect on Chris. He would stop for a moment, agreeing with her, promising to be good, then he would be drawn back to her full lips and sweet neck. 

They sat entwined, with Fran half on his lap, arms wrapped around each other. Kissing was one of Fran's favorite activities and Chris was willing to let her get her fill. They were lost in each other, eyes closed, hands searching, mouths open and seeking. 

Somehow, they were horizontal on the big couch. The quilt had fallen to the floor; there was plenty of warmth without it. Chris was lying on Fran, his weight comforting after all the weeks without him. She kept her fingers on his skin, touching him anywhere she could find flesh, remembering everything. Still, he continued to kiss her, in all the ways that she loved. Soft, light, tickling, deep, involved, probing. Every kiss seemed different from the last. Her body arched up to his, knowing what it wanted, driven to get what it craved. 

Clothes started falling, disappearing with the quilt. Lying under Chris, naked and needy, Fran knew that this is where she always wanted to be, that Chris was the man who made her happy and complete. She closed her eyes and just reveled in his warmth. Now it was Fran rushing headlong to completion. She wanted everything and she wanted it now. She wriggled under him, her body trying to capture his. But Chris wasn't ready to stop his wooing, his seduction. 

He began kissing down her neck, his mouth leaving a trail of heat on her excited flesh. When his lips found one of her distended nipples, she cried out. He teased and nipped at her nubbin, barely connecting with it, but sending shards of electricity to her center. He brushed his mouth lightly against the bumply surface, his tongue began darting out and wetting and circling. Everything he did was designed to keep her on edge, needy and aching.

Finally....finally, his mouth closed on her nipple and pulled it deeply into his heat. It was like coming home. Her back arched to feed him more of the distended flesh. She opened her eyes to see, by the flickering fire, his face pressed to her breast, his mouth busily pleasing her. Fran could feel his engorged cock resting against her, hot and hard. She needed it inside her again. She was sure he was going to make love to her, let her feel his cock deep inside her. Her mind was whirling with thoughts of loving Chris and what it meant to her. Her mind was whirling, then her mind went blank, her head filled by the rushing sound that drove everything from it. 

Fran felt herself stiffening, felt her body preparing to explode. Her last sane thought was that he was just sucking on a nipple, nothing else. But the roar continued and built, the white heat filled her body and she lost all in the haze of complete surrender. She felt the orgasm start deep within her pink, felt the heat as it spread through her body. She began trembling and throbbing beneath him, her body finding completion. Chris continued suckling, taking her beyond the edge of passion. She clutched him, screamed his name, begged for something, not sure what.

Finally, the red mist cleared and she looked down to see Chris gently licking her erect nipple. Her entire body was hot and pulsing. Still, he continued to gently love her. He moved to the other nipple, the poor ignored left nipple, and began again, kissing and sucking and pulling, making the sensations flood her body. Now his fingers moved along her curves, skimming the aroused flesh, paths of fire everywhere he touched. She squirmed beneath him, her eyes closed, but seeing clearly his hands as they caressed her.

She didn't even realize the orgasm was building again until it was nearly upon her. Spasm after spasm tore through her fevered body as she cried out, her fingers clutching him, her nails scraping his flesh. She trembled with completion, exhausted and content.

Only then did Chris stop. He gently licked her chest, moving up to her neck and throat. His lips gently grazed her chin, and settled on her mouth, pulling her tongue into him. His body was cradled by hers, his hands holding her arms above her head. He stopped kissing and looked into her eyes. 

"I love you, Fran. My life is empty without you. I realize that now. I will never take you for granted again. I need you in my life, in my days and nights. You have always been in my mind and heart. Please, come home, Fran. Please, come back to me. I need you so much!" His voice broke at the end, filling Fran with love and happiness. 

"Yes, my darling. I will come home. I want to be home with you. I love you so very much!" she said, as she kissed his chin. "But, please, before we go, make love to me. I need to feel you inside me. It has been so long!"

Gazing into her eyes, Chris nodded. His legs were straddling hers, his erect cock was pressed against her, reminding her of his unfulfilled needs. He lifted his hips, and slid his cock between her legs, the head just entering her swollen, wet lips. She loved this, the tightness and depth. She shifted beneath him, encouraging his entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he moved deeper into her, his cockhead satiny smooth against her hot pinkness. His eyes bore into hers, catching her, making her stop breathing as the intensity of his feelings flooded her. Deeper and deeper he slid, moving so carefully, making a path for himself. She loved the feeling of being locked between his strong thighs, the feeling of him entering her extremely tight pussy. She couldn't move now, his legs were clamped over hers, rendering her immobile. His hands held hers above her head, his mouth was inches from hers. She could feel his breath on her face, nearly hear his heart pounding as he continued to slide into her ready pinkness.

Finally, she felt him give a final push, felt his pelvis grinding on hers. She knew that their curlies were inextricably meshed, their bodies totally bound together. Chris stayed very still, yet his cock throbbed within her, making her ache for more. Fran looked into his eyes, saw the passion glazing his vision, not even sure he could even really see her anymore. His breathing was shallow, rapid; his grip on her wrists was unforgiving.

Fran thrust up against him, impaling herself on his erection. She cried out as he reached new depths within her. He was still for another minute, a minute during which she begged him to fuck her, use her, make her sore and still the ache within her.

Chris looked down at her, almost surprised to see her face so near. He bent down, taking her lips in a sweet, encompassing kiss, his tongue lazily moving over her, teasing and titillating. Finally, his hips began the dance she wanted, the in and out, up and down movements that would take both of them to completion. His chest rubbed against her erect nipples, chafing and arousing simultaneously. 

Fran was losing touch with reality. She could only feel Chris above her, moving inside her, his body hard on hers, his hands gripping her wrists bruisingly. She just wanted him, more than she had ever wanted him. She didn't hear the little moans and whispers escaping her mouth, she didn't know her body was moving in rhythm with his. She only knew that she needed to come, she needed to explode and she wanted to take Chris with her.

He paused again, looking down at her, sweat glistening on his cheeks as he stilled his movements. He looked into her eyes, trapping her soul with his gaze. "I love you, Fran. I love you and need you in my life, every aspect, every day, every minute. Will you marry me?"

Fran couldn't answer. She had dreamed of this a million times, the scene changing with each dream. But this, this scenario, with Chris over her, inside her, was one she had never imagined. He moved slowly, in and out, deeply and smoothly, while he patiently waited for her answer. Her mind raced, and then she imagined years from now, when someone asked how Chris 'popped the question' and what her answer would be.......Suddenly, she felt the familiar stirrings of impending orgasm, her legs straightening even more, her body tightening, the heat rushing up from her very center. She looked up at Chris' expectant face. Yes, god yes, she wanted to marry him. She tried to form the word, tried to remember the question, as the orgasm overtook her and shook her soul. 

Chris kissed her, deeply and slowly, holding her body to his as the throbbing ebbed. She looked into his dear eyes, saw the love there, and knew what the answer had to be.

As she whispered "yes", she felt his cock begin to swell. He moved one more time, finding depths she never experienced before. His hot come filled her as his mouth ravaged hers. Finally, he released her hands and she was able to caress his back, hold him against her. 

They spent the rest of the evening making plans and giggling, as Fran packed to return home. 

THE END   



BabySitter and that DVD Player



It was supposed to be just another normal night sitting for some friends. Marge and Ken were due a night off and I had nothing on and so I volunteered to sit for them while they took off for a good night's fun.

Everything went fine. The kids had been fed by the time I got there and all I had to do was play with them for a while, dump them in the bath and then toss them into bed. (And clean up the bathroom. Have you seen what two toddlers can do to a bathroom?)

After the kids fell asleep I watched TV for a while. The usual dreck was on so I started looking through Marge's DVDs, hoping to find something that appealed. I found a couple I wanted to watch and all I had to do was stick one in the player and away I'd go. 

That's when the fun started. Why, oh why, do people make entertainment units with the slot for the DVD player right down at the bottom? We're not midgets, happy to be working with objects that are at ankle height. Set up a perch for the player, so that it's higher. Chest height would be good. You can just stroll over, stick in your DVD and stroll back to your seat and watch. (Side benefit - very few toddlers can get their sticky fingers on items at chest height. Ankle height is another matter entirely.)

I selected the first DVD I wanted to watch, picked up the remote and pressed OPEN. It didn't. It'll be the battery, was my first thought, and switched the batteries between the TV remote and the DVD remote. I knew the TV remote worked so those batteries were good.

I pressed OPEN on the stupid remote, and it didn't. OK. DVD remote is cactus. Kids probably broke it. So I squat down to try and open the DVD player using the buttons on the side. Eventually found the OPEN button and pressed and the tray surged and tried to open, but couldn't.

I tried again, but this time I was ready to give the tray a helping hand when it tried to open. I managed to get a couple of fingernails behind the door of the tray and tugged. Did you know you can put biscuits into a DVD player? They may not play too well, but they do go in. Getting them out was a little messy, but I managed.

I believe I mentioned that the DVD player was at ankle height. No way had I been working on it by just bending down. I'd started by kneeling and progressed very rapidly to hands and knees, head down, bum up, and bad language sotto voce. (If the kids escaped the bedrooms I didn't want them to actually hear the words I was saying.)

But I was getting there. The tray slid open and closed like a charm. I prayed that the player hadn't actually been broken and was waving a hand around out to one side, scrabbling for the DVD I was going to play.

Perhaps I should add one little detail to the situation, which probably helps explain what happened next. Head down, bum up - this meant that my dress, which was a little on the shortish side, rode up my bottom somewhat, showing off my panties. Being the only person in the house this didn't particularly worry me.

Now as I was saying, I was scrabbling around for the DVD. You know what it's like. You know it's just there some place, and you can't be bothered twisting your head around to see precisely where, so you just grope around. You either find it or you say another naughty word and take a look. 

That's when a hand settled gently onto my back and another hand glommed onto my pussy, poking at me through my panties. In hindsight, I suppose the hand that pressed against my back was very firmly placed, while the hand that poked me in the pussy gave quite a gentle caress. It was the locations of those hands that gave the emphasis to the way they felt.

As you can guess, when I felt a hand groping me in such a personal manner I squealed and tried to scramble to my feet. That's when I found that nice gentle touch on my back was a hand that was holding me very firmly in place.

That hand groping me through my panties was having fun. It was actively massaging me there, rubbing back and forth, and quite firmly, too. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shrieked. "Get your hands off me!"

That was effective, that was. The creep totally ignored me, as though I hadn't spoken. He just kept on massaging and holding me in position. I tried to turn and see who it was, but all I could see was the impression of a very large man behind me.

My heart was racing and I was thinking along the lines of, "Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god. I am in deep shit. I'm being attacked. What do I do?" A good question, but I had no answer.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" came the question. 

Who am I and what am I doing here? Shouldn't they be the questions I was asking?

"I'm Wendy. I'm sitting for Marge and Ken. They've gone out for a short while. They'll be back any moment now."

"Hmm. Somehow I doubt that. Not the Wendy or the sitting part, the getting back shortly part. If they've gone out tonight they're probably at the Johansen's do, and Marge won't want to leave for hours. She likes a nice party. How old are you, Wendy?"

"Eighteen. Now that you know everything about me, will you please tell me who you are and what you're doing here, and get your greasy paws off me."

"Oh, I'm Jack. Ken's brother. I just dropped in to say hullo to them. The front door was open so I just walked in. You really shouldn't leave the front door unlocked."

No kidding? Gee, I'd never have worked that out without his reminder.

"Um, your hands?"

Instead of removing his hand, the swine used it to pull my panties down, and then he was back to playing masseur. 

"Will you get your hands off me?" I demanded.

"Um, no, I don't think so," he replied. "I'm enjoying this."

"Well, I'm not. Please stop."

Did he listen? Did he what? I might just have well saved my breath. What was worse he was doing more than just rubbing against me now. His fingers were sliding in between my lips and exploring inside me, rubbing and massaging.

"Listen, I don't like this," I said, trying to appeal to his better nature. "Please stop it."

"Nonsense. You're quite enjoying it. Do you think I can't feel how hot and wet you're becoming? I'll bet you like it if I do this."

Have you ever tried to scream with your mouth closed? That's what I did. His fingers touched something inside me that seemed to set off a minor explosion of some sort. My mouth snapped shut with shock at the same time as I tried to scream, resulting in me making a most peculiar sound.

"Mmm. I thought you'd like that. Would you like to try it again?"

I didn't get a chance to say no before his fingers were busy touching me in that place again, resulting in a second strangled scream.

"You are nice and sensitive, aren't you," he said approvingly. "You may be protesting a little but you like what's happening."

As far as I was concerned, it was irrelevant if I liked it or not. He shouldn't be doing it. He should just back off and leave me alone, and I told him so, giving a detailed description of him, his personal habits, his parents, and his ancestry to the nth degree.

He laughed and kept on massaging me.

After ages of torment he finally suggested that all good things must come to an end.

"You really want my hand gone?" he asked, and I nodded urgently. Damn right I did.

To my surprise it seemed he was actually removing his hand. He stopped stroking me and teasing me and apart from stretching my lips apart he was actually taking his hand away. Then his hand was gone and my stretched lips snapped back together and found themselves closing over a monster.

As soon as I felt my lips closing over that thing I knew what it was and I could feel myself turning pale.

"Don't you fucking dare," I gasped in horror, but I could already feel him pushing forward.

Have you ever had a hotdog at Wendy's? When they make them, they take the bun and skewer it on this fat steel spike. This makes it easy for them to insert the hotdog. I now knew exactly how those buns felt when they're jammed down on the spike. Jack's cock just came surging into me. 

My virginity and my maidenhead (to put it delicately) were as nothing. I mean, what hymen has a chance against a big steel spike suddenly charging past? Mine gave up without even a struggle, one moment there, the next gone, never to be seen again.

I suppose, all things considered, he was surprisingly gentle in the way he took me. He was just determined, and his cock made sure I knew it. It firmly pushed its way along my passage, insisting that there was room, and my poor passage just stretched to fit on command.

"There you are," said Jack softly. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Did he honestly think I'd tell him if it felt good? Anyway, I wasn't sure if it felt good or not. It certainly felt different, but good or bad? If I had to say how it felt I think I'd say it felt natural. As though, yes, it belonged there. Not that I wanted it there.

He just left it sitting there, and he was busy pushing my dress higher. I don't know why, seeing he'd already stuck me with that thing. I found out when he'd pushed the dress as high as my bra. Busy little fingers unclipped the bra and pushed that and my dress higher still.

With bra and dress out of the way hungry hands closed over my breasts and started playing with them. I'll admit that I kind of like having my breasts touched. It's not that I've actively encouraged boys to grope them, but there may have been a time or two when I was a little slow to protest. This was the first time that I'd had a man actually hold both my bare breasts and start massaging them and rubbing my nipples. The fact that he also had his cock where it was added a whole new dimension to the experience.

Like it or not, I was feeling hot and excited and, I'll admit it, lustful. I was starting to want him to take me. I wanted him to stop stalling and start really taking me.

"Now don't forget to push," he told me, and I could feel his cock pulling out of me. What the hell did he mean, push, I wondered. I was still wondering when he stopped withdrawing and started sliding back into me, and with his words fresh in my mind I just sort of pushed towards him as he came.

"Good girl," he said, already pulling back for another run, and I felt this smug little self-congratulation on having got it right and pleased him. Then I felt furious with myself for being smug about pleasing him. Damn it, I wasn't supposed to be pleasing him.

There wasn't much I could do about it, though. As soon as I felt him driving back in, there I was, pushing to meet him again. This time I was feeling highly sensitive and his cock charging in seemed to be doing all sorts of wonderful things to me. I couldn't help squeaking when I felt him hit home, and couldn't wait for him to pull back and do it again.

He moved along right smartly, setting a pattern that I could follow easily, and I found myself rocking back and forth as he drove repeatedly into me, every thrust feeling better than the one before.

At the same time he was squeezing my breasts, massaging them in time to the tempo of his cock charging back and forth, and I could feel the excitement of my breasts reinforcing the excitement building up in my loins.

One of my girlfriends complained to me once that the whole thing was over before she really got going, and I'd sympathised, while not knowing what the hell she was talking about. Now I knew and I pitied her. She obviously needed to train her boyfriend to perform better. I was going along very nicely, thank you. 

Mind you, if Jack finished before I completed my ride I would just naturally have to kill him. I hope he understood this. He was the one who started the whole business, after all.

It was about that stage that I lost all sense of coherent thought. All I knew was that Jack was driving into me and setting me on fire and that I was responding, meeting his every thrust with an eager push of my own.

All my attention was on this marvellous cock that was doing such delicious things to my body, seeming to be growing in size every time he came charging in. It just went on and on and on. Vaguely I was aware that I was panting and making funny noises, but that was irrelevant. All that concerned me was the fire inside me and it just kept on growing hotter.

When Jack suddenly started charging in like a berserk pile-driver I was taken totally by surprise. Not that I had a chance to react or anything. Whatever he did just pushed me over the top and I climaxed with one glorious burst, vaguely aware that Jack was also climaxing and then everything was just washed away by the feeling raging through me.

When I finally got my act together Jack was just standing there, smiling at me. I tried to glare at him but my heart just wasn't in it.

"Got to run, love," he said. "Tell Marge and Ken I dropped by, won't you."

Then he dropped a kiss on the top of my head and shot through. 

I just stared after him, feeling somewhat stunned. Now what? The answer seemed simple. I went and had a shower. After that I watched a movie. Not the one I originally intended to watch. I just didn't feel like watch The Sound of Music anymore.

And the DVD remote worked like a charm. The problem had just been the biscuits.



BabySitter and the Artist



I'm an artist. I work from home, having converted one of the rooms into a studio. I work mainly in glass and crystal, making carvings and doing etching work. The one firm rule in the house that cannot be broken is the no trespassing in the studio rule.

This is not because of artistic temperament or because I like to flex my authority. There are some pretty sound reasons behind the rule. First of all, glass and crystal are sharp, and I do not want the kids playing with sharp objects. The same applies to my tools. Some of those are quite sharp. 

On top of that, a completed piece is both expensive and relatively fragile. It is frowned upon if you strangle a small child for dropping and breaking a crystal carving worth several thousand dollars. The authorities don't seem to understand that it's justifiable homicide. So I keep the kids out of the studio.

This is not to say the kids have never been inside the studio. They have, when I'm between projects and standing right there, watching them like a hawk. I've always tried to make these visits as boring as possible, a subtle discouragement from visiting on their own. Trouble is, they're fascinated by the little sculptures I do, and I always have a nice little collection of those.

My ex-wife has custody of the kids. The divorce was amicable. My wife just got tired of my artistic temperament and went looking for someone with a steady job and an even temper. She found him and she's happy and I still get to see the kids on a regular basis. 

I made it clear to Carol that I'd always be available to watch the kids. For an hour, a day, a week, whatever. This has now come back to bite me. Carol and her new husband took a week's vacation, leaving the kids with me. That was fine by me and fine by the kids, as I have an excellent relationship with them. It was the last night they'd be staying with me that was the problem. 

For that night I had an appointment I couldn't break. Not knowing any baby-sitters myself I took the easy way out. I asked the kids who usually sat them when their mother needed one. Name in hand I looked up all the numbers Carol had supplied me with and there was Amber, hopefully my salvation where a babysitter was concerned.

I put in a call to Amber and she said yes, she was available on the required night. She already knew the kids. All she needed was my address. I supplied that and the time I needed her by and all was sweet.

Amber arrived slightly ahead of the specified time but that was OK. The kids were all over her as soon as she arrived and I had to chase them outside so I could get a chance to talk with her.

I asked her a few questions about herself, wanting to know something about this child who would be looking after my children. She was eighteen (so not really a child), just started going to university, where she was studying for an arts degree. 

I said that I assumed that she'd know the standard rules for dealing with the kids and she laughed and nodded. She and the brats knew each other well. They wouldn't play up with her.

I added that there was one extra rule. My studio was off limits and the kids knew it. They might try to cajole her into letting them look over my work. Tell them no, because you're not allowed in there either. Amber nodded, saying she understood.

A little while later I kissed the kids good night, refrained from patting Amber's bottom as I left (tempting though it was), and departed for my appointment.

I arrived home several hours later. I knew, I just knew, from the look on Amber's face that something had gone wrong.

"What's the problem?" I asked before she had a chance to say anything. "Are the kids sick? Have they hurt themselves?"

"No, no, don't worry, they're fine," Amber hastened to say. "It's just that, ah, um. . ."

"They acted up on you?" I asked, surprised. I'd thought they'd have behaved. They're usually good kids.

"No, the kids were fine. Something got broken and it was my fault and I'm terribly sorry." 

That last sentence came out in a frantic rush.

Was that all? Who cared as long as everyone was OK? I could always buy more plates or cups or whatever. Injured children were something else.

"Is that all?" I asked. "Why the fretting? Accidents happen. What did you break?"

My casual question was met with a guilty silence. What the hell? Then I twigged.

"You went into the studio and broke something in there?"

"I'm studying art," she said, tears in her eyes. "I just wanted to see the studio."

I was furious but there wasn't much I could do about it. However, I thought I might not engage her as a baby-sitter again.

"I did say that you weren't allowed in there," I said gently.

Amber looked down, studying the floor.

"I know," she muttered. "I'm sorry. I only intended to look. It was just that there was this one piece. It was beautiful and I picked it up. It was a lot heavier than I thought and my hand seemed to slip and. . ."

Her voice trailed off miserably. Me, I was frozen in stark horror. There was only one piece that she'd find too heavy, and I'd only just finished it.

"Just which piece did you accidentally drop?" I asked, trying to stay calm.

"Um, the reindeer," she confessed. "I'll pay you for it. How much was it worth?"

How much for a crystal reindeer in two colours, standing eighteen inches high? I figured the starting price at auction would be in the thousands. It had been a truly magnificent piece. Fortunately it was already insured. I wouldn't be out of pocket all that much, but I'd have higher premiums in future. It was the loss of the artistic value that got me.

"Trust me, Amber, you don't want to know how much it was worth. Don't worry about trying to pay for it. It was insured and the insurance company will have to cough up."

"But I feel so guilty," she said in a half wail. "It was beautiful and I've ruined it. I just don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," I said, still speaking calmly. "However you had better go on home now. I'm feeling a little disgruntled and if you remain I'm likely to beat you. So scram."

"Well, I'd deserve it," Amber said. "You should beat me. You told me not to go in the studio and I did and now look what's happened. How can you be so calm? I'm surprised you're not screaming your head off at me." 

"I'm not calm. I'm angry and controlling it. I'm not going to scream at you with the kids in the house. It might upset them. However, if you really think you deserve a beating then by all means, take off your panties and I'll put you across my knee."

I took some satisfaction out of having made her blush.

"I'm not taking off my panties," she said, blushing fiercely and sounding scandalised. "A spanking with my panties on would be one thing, but I couldn't take them off."

"Well, if you care to bend over I can always take them off for you," I told her. Oddly enough, I think she was prepared to take a spanking for being stupid. Just not on her bare bottom.

She was busy shaking her head. 

"I couldn't," she said. "Can't you consider something else?"

"Yes, I can," I said, smiling. "Instead of taking off your panties, you can get completely undressed. That way I can move from the spanking to a complete ravishment without wasting any time."

There are degrees of blushing. Amber's face moved from a slight blush to a full on crimson flush.

"You wouldn't," she gasped. "Get undressed? I couldn't"

"Makes losing your panties seem a minor matter, doesn't it?" I said agreeably.

I sat down on the couch and patted my knee. 

"Come on and bend over. I'll take care of the panties if you're too bashful to do it yourself."

She looked at me sitting there, patting my knee, and her face continued to burn. Then, biting her lip, she lifted her dress and took her panties down, much to my surprise. I'd really thought she'd back down.

I decided to tighten the screws a little. See how far I could push her.

"Are you a virgin?" I asked her as she edged towards me, getting ready to reluctantly bend over and reveal her bare tush.

She froze where she was standing.

"Why?" she asked.

"Oh, I just thought you might still be one, you seemed so embarrassed over the thought that you would be ravished after the spanking."

"Well, I'm not, but who wouldn't be embarrassed having a man say they want to ravish you?"

"Quite a few women, I suspect. Anyhow, seeing you've taken your panties off, you might as well take of the rest of your things. I mean, I wouldn't ravish you if you were still a virgin, but as you're not, and I'm going to be paddling your bottom anyway, the ravishment will just flow on naturally. It'll just save time if you're already naked."

Amber was busy shaking her head again.

"I agreed that I deserved a beating, but that's only a spanking. I didn't say anything about having sex."

"Amber, my pet," I said softly. "You'll find that any time a man spanks a woman it's a prelude to him having sex with her. However, if you're too scared about having sex we'll just defer the discussion on that until after the spanking."

"I didn't say I was scared," protested Amber. "It's just that. . ."

Her voice trailed away.

"It's just that I didn't expect you to want that," she said, speaking more firmly.

I had to laugh at that.

"Amber, men always want that. I'm no exception."

Seeing that she was standing within reach, I reached. I lifted the front of her dress, revealing her bare pussy. Very bare. She shaved. 

"Seeing this bare before me just makes me want you more."

She gave a little shudder when my hand casually brushed against her mons when I said the word this.

"So are you going to bend over like that and argue about sex afterwards or are you going to get undressed before you bend over? You can still argue about sex after the spanking, even if you are naked."

"I'm sure you'll look marvellous naked," I added. "It may even calm me down somewhat."

She was still edging closer but not getting undressed. Ah, well, no panties was a fine start. I wondered how much arguing she'd do after the spanking.

She was standing next to, her face quite a study. She was feeling guilty and felt she deserved to be punished, but she had no panties on and she'd have to bend over my knee and I'd see everything. On top of that, what if I did force her to have sex? Indecision was boiling through her.

I'd cooled down significantly by this stage. I didn't really see that spanking her would accomplish anything. Sex would be nice, but not if she felt it was rape. 

"Listen, kid," I said quietly. "Maybe it would be better if you just put your panties back on and trotted off home. You are, to put it crudely, shit-scared of taking off your clothes, petrified that I'd immediately pounce and rape you. On top of that you're also scared that, even if I spanked you first, I'd probably rape you afterwards. You've had a scare, so we'll call it quits."

What the hell did I say? I told her to put on her panties and go home. What's wrong with that? Amber was suddenly just plain furious.

Just like that she took her dress and pulled it up and over her head, unhooking her bra and tossing that aside as well. She glared at me, naked as a jaybird, assuming that said jaybird was wearing sandals.

"I am not scared," she almost snarled. "I admitted that I deserved the spanking so you might as well give it to me. I don't think you're going to rape me, and even if you did I could handle it."

With that she practically threw herself across my knee, bottom up, too incensed to even realise that she should at least have kept her legs together, not left them spread all over the place.

How the hell am I supposed to stay mad when there's a lovely young thing sprawled across my lap, naked. I was feeling something, all right, but it wasn't anger. Humorous lust would probably describe it best.

Still, if I had to spank, I couldn't wish for a prettier bottom. I lifted my hand and delivered a sharp rap to her cheek, following it up quickly with a spank to her other cheek. Hot hard, mind you. Just forceful enough to sting and let her know that she was being spanked. 

For the next few spanks I used a cupped hand, popping her on the bottom, all noise and fury but still only a mild sting. It certainly sounded ferocious and Amber was flinching with every spank. Before she wised up that I was only teasing her, I added some distractions.

My free hand cupped one very nice little breast at the same time as the next spank landed. That one was a bit harder, making her jump and give a little yip, with the jump resulting in her pushing her breast more firmly against my hand.

"Um, your hand," she muttered, twisting a little, which felt very nice against my palm. I could feel her nipple enjoying the movement and starting to bud. So could, she, I think, because she ceased wriggling.

"Don't worry about it," I said casually. "It's just helping you keep your balance."

I emphasised this with another stinging little spank. 

My hands are big and strong. All that sculpting, I guess. I also had very long fingers. A pianist would love fingers as long as mine. They provide a terrific a span across a piano. (Not that I can play a piano, but I do have the hands for it.) It's not only a piano that my hands span very nicely. 

Properly placed on a young lady's bottom, my middle finger was long enough to curl around and slap against her mound. Not that I was doing this deliberately. Amber could tell that it was her bottom I was spanking, with her mound just being collateral damage. (Collateral incitement, in this case.)

By now Amber's bottom had a pinkish glow and I'm sure she was well acutely conscious of it. How could it be otherwise when it was bare and a man's hands were all over it? Now was the time to start getting careless. 

The next couple of strokes over-reached, with my hand lightly stinging her mound. Amber bucked and protested and I, of course, apologised. The apology was accompanied by a thoughtful rub of the offended place, helping to ease away any sting. I told her that when she complained, but she seemed somewhat sceptical. 

"Amber, love," I said, all sweet reason. "If I just wanting to touch you all I have to do is this."

I demonstrated by rubbing her mound, a bit more firmly this time.

"Now don't be silly. Um, where were we?"

"I think you were deciding the spanking is over," Amber suggested hopefully.

"Oh, was I," I murmured. "That probably explains why I'm massaging you a little. Therapy to take your mind off the pain."

Some therapy, massaging a young lady's privates to distract her from a stinging bottom. Interesting work when you can get it.

"That's not where it hurts," she muttered, starting to squirm once more.

"Oh."

I ceased rubbing, just letting my hand rest there, my other hand still casually stroking the breast it was cupping.

"Um, if you've finished, can I get up now?" came the tentative question.

"Oh, of course," I said. 

My hands tightened on her breast and mound and I lifted her quite easily, turning her and sitting her on my knee. The hand that had rested on her bottom (or fairly close to it) was now hastily moved to rest on her inner thigh, scant inches from where her legs came together.

"Your hand," she hinted. "Could you move it, please?"

Damn right I could. I moved it those scant inches, softly rubbing.

"Not like that," she wailed. "You know I didn't mean that."

"True," I acknowledged, "but now that the spanking is over we're supposed to be discussing whether or not I am going to ravish you. What's your current feeling on the subject?"

I could tell how her body was voting. She was hot and wet. Her mind, unfortunately, was probably a little reluctant.

"You don't really think I'll agree to have sex with you, do you?" she asked, sounding quite huffy.

"At the risk of sounding arrogant and full of myself, I could probably persuade you," I told her. I gave her erect nipple a little tweak to emphasise my point. "However, that's not want I'm asking?"

"It sounds like it to me," she replied. "If you're not asking me to have sex with you what are you asking?"

"How you feel about me grabbing you and ravishing you. In other words, I grab you, throw you to the floor, stand over you, laughing triumphantly, while stripping off my clothes, then flinging myself onto you and brutally ravishing your cringing body."

Poor Amber looked stunned.

"How would you expect me to feel?"

"Mmm. Relieved?"

"Relieved? Why would I feel relieved because you're raping me?"

"Ravishing, not rape. It sounds so much more macho. Rape just sounds nasty. Um, why relieved? Because it clears away the guilt you're feeling at destroying a priceless work of art, and it also means that you won't be feeling guilty about yielding your lovely body to my crude intentions."

Amber gave her head a tiny shake, apparently not able to accept my logic.

"I don't feel guilty about the reindeer," she muttered. "It was an accident and I regret it, but you spanked me for that. And I wouldn't feel guilty if I agreed to have sex. I am most definitely not going to let you ravish me."

Oddly enough, throughout this little discussion I was still gently paying attention to her breasts and stroking her pussy. Keeping the fires stoked, you might say. Also, it was distracting her, keeping her from focusing on her immediate predicament. 

She took a deep breath and held it for a moment, trying to clear her head. Unfortunately, it seemed to work.

"You're bluffing," she snapped. "You've no intention of ravishing me, have you?"

"Um, to be strictly truthful, no. That's not to say I don't want you. I do, very much. But force you? No."

"So in other words I could get up and go home right now and you won't try to stop me."

"Correct, but I don't think you want to do that just yet."

"Why not?"

"Because you're still naked," I suggested. "Not that I mind, but you may not want to leave the house that way."

You tell me how a young lady could forget that she was naked. From the blush that spread across her face it was obvious it had. Now she was suddenly acutely aware of her nakedness, her body, my hands and what they were doing. She squirmed on my lap and abruptly became aware of what was pressing against her side. Her blush got deeper.

I am assuming that Amber was trying to stop me poking her in the side when she slipped her hand between my erection and her side. If that was her intent she really should have placed the flat of her hand against her side - not the back of it. She found her hand just naturally curving around my erection, even if it was behind cloth. 

"Undo my zip," I said softly and she gave a little start.

"What? I couldn't. If I did that you'd think, ah, you'd think. . ."

"Yes. We both know what I'd think," I murmured.

With that I bent my head and my mouth closed over a nipple, sucking lightly. She gave a gasp and her breathing deepened, but she didn't try to stop me. My lips brushed across her breasts, finding her other nipple, brushing my teeth against it, letting my tongue gently roll it. 

While I was doing that I felt her hand close over my erection, tentatively at first, becoming bolder as she drew it free from my trousers. I didn't make any show of triumph. I continued the way I had been going, but now my touches were bolder.

It wasn't long before I was kissing her, and she kissed me back, her mouth hot and wet and eager. I moved around on the couch, moving her from my knee to the couch and then easing her onto her back. My leg was pressed between hers, holding them nicely parted, my hand continuing to works its evil magic upon her.

I had to stand up to take my trousers down. Amber watched me, blushing as I dropped my shorts but not trying to call a halt. Then I was back with her, leaning over her, my erection pressing against her. I continued kissing her while I moved my cock into position, lightly pressing against her.




BabySitter and the Artist



She didn't even flinch when I gave a light push, her lips happily yielding to allow me entry. She just pushed back, helping me to go deeper. I'd been correct about her lack of virginity. I slid smoothly in, filling her quite neatly, no hesitation on her part as she did her bit, meeting my thrust with an upwards push of her own.

The way we moved together you would have thought we were long time lovers. I just started moving on her, not urgently, just driving into her firmly, and she accepted me with the same unhurried grace. We both seemed to settle down for the long haul without comment, just enjoying each other's bodies. 

While we rocked together I kissed her, feeling her respond in the same contented manner. I caressed her breasts, enjoying their softness, and all the time our bodies moved together, bringing us pleasure. 

How long did we stay like that, gently rocking? Who knows? Far longer than I expected, being so heated when I first took her that I'm surprised I didn't explode and end it on the spot. As it was we just seemed to drift along, excitement slowly growing, a gentle passion holding us enthralled.

Oddly enough it was Amber who started to move faster. She started twisting about under me, gasping, her face alive with need. I went with her, driving in harder, my own needs starting to take control.

Starting to take control? There was no control over what was happening. I was driving in harder, faster, and Amber was bucking under me, legs wrapped around me, pulling me fiercely into her, urging me to greater efforts.

Damn, but you can be lucky at times. We must both have climaxed within seconds of each other, coming together with a fierce urgency that exploded within us.

I settled on the couch next to Amber, completely relaxed. Amber was so totally relaxed she looked dead, but smug with it. I waited, knowing she'd come around sooner or later, and wondering if the smugness would stay.

It did, although she hid it quite well. She scrambled into her clothes, blithely chatting away about how the kids had behaved while I was out and assuring me that she was willing to come and sit at anytime.

Mind you, she did give me a look when I asked if that included times when I didn't have the kids, but then again, she didn't say no. I decided I'd call her sometime in the next few days and see if she wanted an escorted tour of my studio. Maybe I could persuade her to break something else.



BabySitter and the Author



I don't often have to sit for Mr Anders. He's a single father who works from home. He says he's an author and has shown me some of the books he's had published. All I can say is that some people will publish anything. Still, he seems to do OK.

He gave me a call the other day wanting a sitter for Saturday evening. He had to do some research. When I asked where he had to go to do his research on a Saturday night he laughed and said he'd be visiting nightclubs, of all places. Sounded like an excuse to get out of the house for a while if you asked me.

I fronted up Saturday as requested and Mr Anders was all dolled up for his little excursion to the hot spots. I must admit that he comes up well with a scrub. He's quite a handsome man when he puts some effort into it. Until I met him I always had this idea in the back of my mind that authors are weedy little men. Not him. Fit with a lot of muscles. I've no idea how he gets them but he's got 'em.

He kissed the kid goodnight, waved to me and shot through. The little menace promptly started testing my limits and we had a bit of a go-around for a few minutes until she found that yes, I did mean what I said. After that things went reasonably smoothly.

It was about midnight when Mr Anders arrived home. He came waltzing in, whistling and apparently in a good mood. If he'd been out boozing it sure didn't seem to have had any effect on him. Dead sober, he was, although I did wonder about that later.

He insisted that I have a cup of coffee with him before I toddled off, as he had some questions he wanted to ask me, if I didn't mind.

So we're sitting down and having our coffee and he starts on me. One of the characters in the story he was writing was a young woman of about my age. 

"You are early twenties, aren't you?" he asked.

"Eighteen, actually," I told him, unsure if I'd just been flattered or insulted.

"Close enough," he says. "Tell me, have you ever been raped?"

Not backward about asking potentially hurtful questions, was he?

"Ah, no," I answered.

"Pity," he said.

Say, what? A pity? Gee, maybe I should have gone out and found the local neighbourhood rapist?

"Sorry I can't oblige," I said, and I was surprised that icicles didn't tinkle in the air, my voice was so cold.

"No, that's OK," he said, my sarcasm passing him without stopping. "It would have helped if you'd had the experience, but it's not essential.

Tell me, if you were going to be raped would you fight or would you just collapse and let it happen?"

"I like to think that I'd fight," I snapped, "but it all depends on circumstances, now doesn't it. I'd be silly to fight if my assailant had a knife or something."

"Good point," he said, and seemed to be considering it. He shook his head. "No. It's supposed to be a spur of the moment assault. The guy wouldn't have a weapon, so Maria will probably fight."

"Who's Maria?" I asked.

"She's the young woman who's going to be raped by her neighbour," I was told. "She's also going to be the main suspect when the neighbour turns up dead. The rape will be her motive."

He was, it dawned on me, putting together one of his trashy novels.

"How long would you fight for?"

"I'm sorry?" I asked, bewildered.

"When you get jumped, how long would you fight? Right through until the end or just to the point where the rapist takes you? In other words, once he nails you would you continue fighting or would you just relax and let it happen?"

That was actually a good question. How long would I resist? It seemed to me that it would be silly to continue fighting one I've been shafted. Once things have reached that point I'd just hurt myself if I kept fighting. Better to relax and co-operate. Co-operate hard enough and I could probably make him pop his cork in nothing flat. 

"I think I'd stop fighting at the point where he actually takes me," I decided.

"Would that still apply if you were a virgin?"

How the hell would he know I wasn't still a virgin? Rather insulting I thought that, even though I wasn't.

"What difference would it make?" 

"Oh, a virgin doesn't really know what is going to happen, whereas a non-virgin has a pretty good idea. I'm just wondering if it would make a difference when she was struggling."

I considered the question from that point of view.

"It seems to me," I said, "that a virgin, not knowing what was going to happen, would probably be less likely to fight in the first place or, at least, not until it's too late."

Mr Anders considered the point, nodding to himself. Then he focussed back on me.

"Clothes," he said. "Wear clothes that facilitate a rape or not? You're wearing jeans right now. How easily do they come off?"

I shrugged. "It depends on the jeans," I pointed out. "Some of my jeans are so tight it takes me ten minutes to take them off. If your Maria is wearing tight jeans she's probably safe. The rapist will die of frustration trying to peel them off her. Give the girl yoga pants. They peel off a lot more easily."

Mr Anders seemed to consider this and then made up his mind about something.

He twisted his chair away from the table. 

"Come around here," he told me, and I obediently got up and walked around and stood in front of him, idiot that I am.

"Jeans are nice," he said. "They suit a girl's legs."

Next thing I know he reaches for the button in the front, flicked it open, dropped the zip and pulled them down. I wasn't wearing a pair of my tight jeans. I never do when I'm minding kids. They can slow you down and kids can move fast. So when Mr Anders tugged at my jeans they were down round my knees just like that.

"You said it takes time to pull these down," he said frowning. "These came off pretty easily."

I was trying to protest that these weren't tight jeans and that he shouldn't have pulled them down anyway when I found my panties had joined my jeans.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," I demanded, trying to push him away from me while I scrabbled for my panties and jeans at the same time.

"Just seeing how easy it is," he told me, and then his hands went around my waist and just like that he picked me up and sat me on the table. I think I mentioned that he had muscles. He picked me up as easily as though I'd been a child. As soon as my bum hit the table the rotten swine had hold of my jeans again and just peeled them right off. My panties went with them. All I was wearing was some socks, my shoes having slipped off and were now inside the legs of my jeans.

"You can't do things like that," I protested.

I was about to say a lot more but I noticed that he was sliding his own trousers down and he was sticking right out. I was just staring down at him when he took a step closer and his erection was pressing against my pussy.

"Stop that," I squealed, really shocked now. "What the hell?"

"You're not fighting at all," Mr Anders said, and I could feel his cock pushing past my lips and into me. "Too late to start now, I guess."

Fight? If I'd known what he'd intended I would have, but I was butt naked and his cock was knocking on the door before it even occurred to me that he was actually going to have sex with me.

"But I didn't know what you were doing," I pointed out. "You took me by surprise. If you'd pointed out that you were going to jump me I'd have had a chance to fight. This just wasn't fair."

"Maybe, but I'm still not fully in you," Mr Anders pointed out, "and you're still not fighting. Just talking."

I felt like a fool. He was right. Here he was in the act of raping me and all I was doing was whining that it wasn't fair because he'd taken me by surprise. I was trying to decide what I could do to fight when I felt him coming further in. Eyes swivelling downstairs again, I could see that he was at least halfway in. Even as I looked I saw and felt him sinking deeper in.

I was still watching and protesting and explaining why he shouldn't be doing this when he gave that last push and he was right inside me. I just sat on the table, feeling him in me. God, he felt big. And just what was I supposed to do now?

"Well, you might as well relax now," Mr Anders told me, "but I can't say you put up a fight. Hold your arms up. I want to take the rest of your things off."

Like an automaton I just raised my arms and he calmly peeled my jumper off, followed by my bra. He didn't even bother to undo that. Just peeled it up over my breasts and then off. Satisfied, he took hold of my breasts, taking a good feel of them, nodding his head in apparent approval.

"Nice," he said. "Very nice indeed."

Damn it. The man was raping me. His cock was in me. Why did it give me this little pleased thrill to find that he liked my breasts?

"Now let's see how co-operative you're going to be now that I have you," he said softly.

With that he started on me. I could feel him gently withdrawing, stroking my breasts while he did so. Then he stopped and was coming back in, a lot faster than he'd pulled back, and his hands tightened on my breasts as he did so.

I gasped and he was withdrawing again. A few rounds of that and I could feel myself starting to move with him. I knew how far he would pull back and when he started back into me I was ready and pushing forward to meet him. Tentatively at first, but as things progressed I became a lot more certain with what I was doing.

Co-operate enough to make him pop his load early? Ha. In my dreams. It dawned on me that I didn't have the faintest notion of how to make him come fast. All I could do was wait until he was ready and hope it wouldn't take too long.

We came together, thrust and counter-thrust, his cock neatly sheathing itself while his hands drew music from my breasts. After five minutes I was thinking, "OK. Time's up. You can finish now." After ten minutes I was thinking, "OK. I can handle this. I guess you can keep going for a bit longer." 

Somewhere after that I lost track of such silly concepts as time. He was just taking me and I was going along. I'd said I'd co-operate and I did. And I kept on co-operating, meeting his every thrust, whimpering when he slowed down, giving little squeaks of excitement when he sped up. Stroke by stroke, that man was driving me insane.

As far as I was concerned the only thing of any interest was this man who was ravishing my body and my senses. He seemed to just keep right on going. How the hell he managed to last as long as he did was beyond me. I was a squirming wreck by the time he seemed ready to finish. He had deliberately prevented me from climaxing earlier, I was sure of it. Rotten swine. Now he turned on the heat.

Mr Anders hit me with a couple of hard fast strokes and I screamed and lost it. I could feel him bucking hard, hitting me hard and fast as he had his own climax, but it was of little interest to me. I was gone into screaming oblivion, totally out of it.

When I was one with the world again I took a couple of moments to take stock. As far as I could tell I was stark naked (excluding a pair of socks) and sitting on Mr Anders' lap. He was holding me lightly, one hand cupping a breast and idly playing with the nipple. I must have made a noise because he promptly focused his attention on me.

"You were saying that I took you by surprise and it wasn't fair," he said. "Would you care to expand on that a little?"

It took me a few moments to backtrack through our conversation. Then I got it.

"Before you can fight you need to know that there is a reason to fight," I pointed out. "One moment we were just talking and then you pulled my pants down and jumped me. I had no idea that was going to happen. How could I? I didn't know you were a raving nut."

"Good point. I suppose I'll have to have the neighbour warn Maria about what he's going to do. That'll give her a chance to fight."

"Why bother," I asked. "Just have him do what you did. Whip off her panties and bonk. Too bad for Maria if she doesn't get a chance to fight."

"Mmm. An idea," he muttered. "You sound a little disgruntled. Is something wrong?"

"Oh, no," I said with a laugh. "What could be wrong? I enjoy getting raped."

Mr Anders nodded. "Yes. I could see that. You were quite an enthusiastic victim, weren't you." 

He was smiling in satisfaction. I sighed. If I was writing the damn book, Maria would definitely be the killer.



BabySitter and the Bad Mood



OK. I'll admit it. It was my fault. But I'd been in a really vile mood. It had been one of those days when everything went wrong. A big sale fell through at the last moment because the new salesman was rude to the customer. Three months work steering the guy to the crucial point and it was all wiped out in a second by a jackass with a big mouth.

That was the worst event of the day, but it was just the icing on a cake of catastrophes. To top it off I had to call up the babysitter to get round to my place because I was going to be late home cleaning up the debacle that we laughingly call an office. And Marie couldn't go. She did arrange for her friend Nicki to go around though, so that was a win.

What with one thing and another it was nearly ten before I got home. I walked in the house and I'm greeted by this mini-skirted young thing bouncing around the house. Marie, my regular emergency sitter, is fat and forty, and very good with the kids. This young woman, Nicki, I presumed, was half her age and half her weight. Her bust, on the other hand, was probably the same size as Maria's. I could also see a lot more of it than Maria ever showed.

"No worries, Mr D." she told me. "Kids fed, bathed, and are all in bed asleep. They were as good as gold."

Looking past her I could see into the kitchen. It looked as though a bomb had gone off in there. Marie was a neat and tidy cook, and the kitchen was always immaculate after she'd made the kids dinner. Apparently not so with Nicki. More work for me before I could retire for the night.

I was probably a bit short with Nicki when I spoke to her, but it was like water off a duck's back. Normally when I get home Marie sort of passes me at the door, eager to get home herself. Again, not so with Nicki. She wanted to chat, to flirt, to get to know me. I wanted to clean up the kitchen and go to bed and was hard pressed not to be deliberately rude. Actually, I probably was.

"Geez, Mr D," sighed Nicki, after a bit of one-sided chatter. "Why don't you lighten up? Relax and do something to ease your tensions. You're wound higher than a kite." 

Relax and do something to ease my tensions? Finally, a suggestion that seemed to make sense to me. We were still in the front room. Without consciously making a decision I reached for Nicki, turned her around and pushed her so she was bent over the nearest chair.

Nicki's skirt was so short that just bending her over lifted it clear of her panties, or I guess I should say clear of her pussy, because the panties didn't stay up for more than a moment.

My hand had cupped her mound and started massaging before Nicki managed to get herself together and ask what the hell?

"What are you doing?" she squealed, trying to stand back up.

My hand on her back stopped the initial attempt and a nice little slap on her bottom with an admonishment to stay there left her leaning over while I played.

"I'm doing what you suggested," I told her. "Something to relax me."

"Well cut it out," she hissed back at me. "Groping me isn't going to do anything."

"I'm not groping you," I explained. "It's called foreplay. I'm just warming you up prior to the main game."

My hand was busy moving back and forth, rubbing her sensitive flesh and easing her lips apart. She squealed softly as my fingers intruded into her private places.

"Just stop," she half wailed at me. "You're not really going to do anything. Are you?"

"Oh, yes," I assured her. I'd already unzipped and released my demon to the open air. "Feel this and tell me I'm not going to do anything."

I reached for one of her hands and pulled it behind her so she could feel my erection. Her hand closed over it for a moment, then she snatched it away.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she gasped. "You're really going to do it, aren't you? How can you do this?"

"Quite easily," I said, fingers busy teasing and testing.

She might have been reluctant and protesting but her pussy was starting to push against my hand. I could feel the heat rising from her and moisture was forming just inside her. I continued playing, stroking her, internally as well as externally, letting the heat and the moisture build.

Finally I eased forward, letting my erection ease between her legs and just rest there, pressing its length lightly against her slit. Now I pulled her top loose from her skirt and pushed it up. A small struggle with the clip on her bra and it yielded, dropping away. My hands went around her and captured her breasts.

I started teasing breasts and nipples while my cock rubbed lightly back and forth against her slit. Nicki was squirming under my touch, but I noticed that she was moving in time to the rubbing of my cock against her, not resisting.

"Oh god, what are you waiting for?" she complained. "Will you just go ahead and do it."

"I'm just waiting for you to ease my cock into place," I said casually. "My hands are rather busy," I added, pinching a nipple lightly for emphasis.

There was a moment of stunned silence.

"You expect me to take your cock and guide it into place?" she asked, her voice reeking with incredulity.

"Well, yes," I said. "You know best where it goes. Saves me having to poke around. You can guide it straight to the right spot. Anytime you're ready."

I continued what I was doing, teasing her breasts and rubbing my cock against her slit. This went on for a couple of minutes, then Nicki said a nasty word. I felt fingers take a delicate hold of my cock and position it so that the head was pressing firmly between her lips. I gave a gentle push and my cock started sinking smoothly into Nicki, sliding down her tight passage, its way eased by her natural lubricants.

Nicki gave a funny sounding groan. I couldn't be sure if she was upset because I was entering her or relieved, for the same reason. Possibly a combination of both.

Me, I gave a satisfied sigh. She felt hot and tight and wonderful.

"Nicki, you have the best ideas. You feel wonderful," I complimented her.

Now that I was inside her I started a nice rocking motion, using my hands on her breasts to help pull her towards me as I drove in. Nicki, on the other hand, had a death grip on the arm of the chair and was using that to help push herself firmly onto my rampaging cock. Her philosophy, it appeared, was that if she was going to be ravished then she was going to be ravished good and hard.

We banged against each other hard and fast. Nicki was definitely pleasuring me and I could only assume from the gasps and squeals that she was giving voice to that I was also pleasuring her. 

I continued on, taking my time but not wasting it, you might say. I took Nicki, working off all my frustration of the day on her eager young body, letting all my tensions go. Nicki for her part was incredibly responsive, pushing hard against me, eager for every stroke.

I fought for some semblance of control, holding off my climax for as long as possible. Then Nicki was shaking her head, pleading, wanting. She only had to ask. I was only too willing to give. I relaxed that little bit, letting myself go and hammering home towards my climax. Nicki was squealing, the squeals rising in pitch as I drove into her, until she suddenly shrieked and I could feel her passage closing tightly around me.

That was all I needed to set me off and I hosed her down, flooding her with my hot seed while she convulsed and squealed.

Nicki sagged bonelessly over the chair and I felt very much the same way, completely drained. I gently disengaged, sat on the couch, and waited for her to come around. Eventually she stirred and straightened up. Turning, she gave me an angry look. Before she could say anything, I jumped in.

"Before you say anything there's something I want you to do."

She looked at me, startled.

"You're kidding?"

I shook my head.

"No. Would you please take off your clothes so that I can see you properly? I know what you feel like, but I also want to see and taste you."

She looked at me as though I was insane. I looked back at her with an expectant look on my face, gesturing with my hand to encourage her. She had this almost hypnotised look to her as she lifted off her top and then let her unfastened bra drop down her arms. A simple snap at her waist band and her skirt dropped free, leaving her magnificently naked.

I smiled at her, patting my knee and gesturing for her to approach. When she did I tugged her down onto my knee. Tilting my head, my mouth closed over a breast, gently biting down on the nipple. Her hands clutched at my hair, not pulling, just clutching. I eased my mouth over to her other breast, while a hand dipped down and started massaging her mons.

It would probably take me a little while to recharge my batteries. I decided that I'd just keep the pot simmering until then. Then we'd do a replay of the ravishment, perhaps with Nicki on top. I sucked gently on her nipple.



BabySitter and the Gay Couple



There were a couple of new guys in our building. They'd leased one of the top floor units. I'd seen them around from a distance and they looked like a couple of honeys to me. I had been idly wondering how I could go about meeting them.

Then along came Clare. My good friend, Clare, who knew all the gossip. Quite often before the victims of the gossip knew they'd done something to be gossiped about. Naturally I asked her what she knew about the two new tenants.

"You must mean Peter and Andrew," she said with a giggle. "Well, you know how they say that all the best men are either engaged, married or gay? Well, those two aren't engaged or married."

I blinked at that. Gay?

"You're saying that those two guys are gay?" I asked. "I don't believe it."

"Believe it, my child," said Clare. "They say they're brothers, which explains why they have the same surname, but I have never seen two brothers with such different appearances. I mean, just look at them. Peter is dark and almost twice the size of Andrew, and Andrew is as blond as they come. I know some girls who'd kill to have hair as blonde as his. And you should see that apartment. Someone has a real flair for decorating and housework."

"When did you see their apartment?" I demanded.

"Oh, I happened to have to deliver some groceries they'd ordered," Clare said airily.

"You bribed the delivery boy to let you do the delivery?"

"Something like that. I got most of the bribe back in the tip they gave me. Neither of them even blinked at me, and I was showing some decent cleavage. It was almost humiliating the way they could totally ignore me."

Seeing Clare was a 38D cup, when she showed cleavage she showed CLEAVAGE. Any male that failed to look was almost certainly fruitier than an orchard. What a waste of two fine men. Still, there were plenty of other fish in the see, and I possessed some very nice bait, if I do say so myself. I may not be a 38D, but I'm still pretty respectable in that area.

I put Peter and Andrew out of my mind and just got in with my life. Then they came back into my life rather unexpectedly. I got a phone call from them. From Peter, actually.

"Good afternoon, this is Peter Archer. Is this Sophia? I understand that if someone needs a baby-sitter, you're the person to talk to."

I acknowledged that I was Sophia and that, yes, I did do baby-sitting. I was frantically trying to remember who Peter Archer was when he enlightened me.

"You won't know me. My brother and I have recently moved into apartment 16D. I can give you a couple of references, if required."

That's when it twigged. The gay couple upstairs. What the hell were they doing with a child?

"Ah, I know who you are," I said. "I've seen you around and a couple of friends have mentioned you. I hadn't heard anything about you having a child, though?"

I let the question stand there. Just how come a gay couple had a kid?

"Not mine," Peter said. "She's my niece. We're looking after her for a couple of days while my sister is in hospital having her next one. But Andrew and I have appointments tomorrow that we'd rather not miss so we were hoping we could get a sitter for a few hours. You were recommended."

I didn't actually have any definite plans for the next day so after a discussion on terms and hours I agreed to watch Lucy while the boys went out.

I fronted up the next day about five and was introduced to Lucy. She was a cute little mite, about three years old. Peter stayed for about quarter of an hour to make sure Lucy and I got on alright and then he shot through. Andrew had gone ahead to confirm reservations or something.

So I looked after Lucy, and when dinner time rolled around I fossicked through the cupboards to find something fit for a child to eat. I knew it was a mistake but I finished up making her spaghetti. As anticipated she loved it, ate most of it and wore the rest.

Lucy was starting to wind down by then. I ran her a bath and dumped her in it, letting her play a little more. Why do kids like slipping back and forth along the tub? I know it's fun creating those sloshing waves but they can be a pain if they take you by surprise. I caught one full on the chest while I was bending over, soaking my blouse and bra. 

I was just relieved that the men were still out. My blouse and bra turned transparent and I was showing everything. With Peter and Andrew not due back for a while I could have stripped off and hung my things up to dry but it was a warm day. I figured what the hell and decided to just let the blouse and bra dry off while wearing them.

I patted myself down to remove the excess water and then dried Lucy off and tossed her into bed. She snuggled down and listened while I read one of her story books to her and her eyes were closed before I was halfway through. All I had to do now was wait until Peter returned and I could go home.

Peter returned about an hour later. I was quite surprised as I thought he'd be out a lot longer. I was also surprised that Andrew didn't return with him, but what the hell, none of my business.

"How's she been?" Peter asked as soon as he walked in.

"No problems. Good as gold. She's asleep now."

"I see you gave her a bath," Peter said.

I looked puzzled for a moment and he nodded towards my blouse. I'd forgotten that it had got soaked. Glancing down I was appalled to find that it was still damp and still transparent. I started blushing and blushed even harder as my nipples reacted to the knowledge that a man was looking at them. Even if he was gay.

"You can't really go home like that," said Peter. "Why don't we just toss those in the drier for a short while?"

I was so busy kicking myself for not thinking of the drier earlier I didn't really notice that Peter was undoing the buttons on my blouse. He was actually peeling it off me by the time I started reacting and grabbed at it with a squawk. Peter just dismissed my maidenly modesty with a laugh.

"Don't be silly, sweetheart," he said. "I've seen women's breasts before. You really need to get these things dried. I can give you a t-shirt if you insist."

Somehow or other he spun me around and unhooked my bra and then just sauntered out to toss them in the drier, leaving me standing there red-faced and topless. He came back in a few moments with a t-shirt draped over his arm. He looked at me, standing there with my hands on my breasts and laughed at me again.

"Hand-bras just tend to draw attention to what they're trying to cover," he told me. He tossed the t-shirt onto the couch and then took my hands and pushed them down to my sides, tilting his head slightly as he looked at my breasts.

"Very nice," he told me. "Very nice indeed."

He lifted one hand and cupped one of my breasts. He wasn't mauling it or anything, just holding it as though weighing it. I was starting to get irritated.

"What is it with men and breasts?" I demanded, pushing his hand away. "I mean, even though you're gay, you still seem to get pleasure of looking at them and trying to touch them."

Peter looked startled. He had his hands at my waist which I didn't mind so much as at least he wasn't groping me.

"Gay?" he said. "What on earth makes you think I'm gay?"

"It's common knowledge," I said with a shrug. "Everyone has known since you and your boyfriend moved in."

"Ah, Andrew is my brother," Peter said quietly.

"Well, we know that's what you've been saying but it's obvious that he's not," I said with a superior little smirk. "He doesn't look anything like you. Yin and yang you might say."

"That'll be news to our mother," Peter said with his own little smirk. "Not only did she give birth to him but she did it on the same day she gave birth to me. You tend to remember things like that, I believe."

"You're trying to tell me he's your twin," I scoffed. I mean, really.

"Indeed he is. Fraternal, not identical. I look like our father while Peter looks like our mother. Twins for all that."

I said, "oh," in a very little voice. Then another thought struck me.

If Andrew was his brother then he probably wasn't gay. And I was standing there in front of him topless. Before I could say or do anything the situation changed. Instead of standing in front of him topless I was standing there naked. That's right. Stark, staring, naked. 

Those hands that I'd thought were resting harmlessly on my waist had actually been undoing the catch on my skirt and sliding the zip down. Peter just slipped his thumbs into the waist band and pulled the skirt straight down, collecting my panties along the way.

Peter's hands latched onto my bottom and pulled me against him. One hand held me against him while the other one was pushing his own trousers down. All of a sudden I could feel his erection pressing against my tummy.

"Hold on," I protested. "What do you think you're doing? You can't just go grabbing me like this."

"I'm just showing you that I'm not gay," explained Peter, his hand cupping my breast again. He wasn't just holding it this time. He was deliberately playing with it and teasing it. And his hand was rubbing my bottom in a most suggestive way.

"Alright, I believe you," I gabbled quickly. "Now let me go."

I was pushing at him and trying to back away and was pleasantly surprised when I appeared to be succeeding. My mistake. Peter let me back up right up to the edge of the armrest of the couch. One leg went along the side of the couch while the other pressed up against it and I was half lying back against the couch, legs nicely parted.

"I wasn't going to, but since you're offering. . ." Peter said in a soft murmur, and moved his cock so that it was pressing between my lips.

"I'm not, you can't, I didn't mean, no, wait, you can't, you wouldn't," I was saying, and saying it as fast as I could, trying to get the message through, but it turned out that yes, he could, and would, and did. 

I didn't think he would go in that smoothly, but I must have been a bit more worked up than I'd realised. His cock just seemed to glide into me, sliding all the way in while I was futilely pushing against Peter's chest. 

Peter's hands came up and captured both my breasts. I was still squealing and protesting and pushing against him but he just grandly ignored it all. Well, not actually ignored it.

"Stop your silly squawking," he told me, and leaning forward he started kissing me to shut me up. Now I had his cock inside me, his hands making love to my breasts and his mouth ravishing mine.

Then he really started taking me, slowly. And I mean slowly. He wasn't in any hurry. He just started a gentle rocking, sliding in and out of me and I found myself reciprocating, moving gently in time with him, rocking slowly back and forth while his erection did wickedly wonderful things to me.

That was the situation when Andrew arrived home. The first we knew of him being there was when he spoke.

"Whoops. Maybe I should go away and come back later," he said.

"Make him stop," I gasped. "He's raping me."

"Hush up, you," said Peter. "This is Sophia, our baby-sitter. She was under the impression that we were gay. I'm just showing her that I'm not."

"Right. Well, I'll go and have some coffee in the kitchen. Give me a yell when you're through."

Then the swine waltzed off to have his coffee, leaving me at the mercy of this brute who was ravishing me. He hadn't even missed a stroke. OK, so neither did I, but his was by choice. My movements were purely in self defence. And those movements just went on and on.

Peter was enjoying himself and had no need to hurry. It wasn't as though I was going anywhere, now was it? He just kept rocking away, keeping my nerves in a state of suspense. I don't want you to think that he was just doing small movements. His cock would withdraw until it was about due to pop out of me, then he would pause and slowly drive all the way back in. Long, slow, sensuous strokes that were slowly driving me mad.

The worst part was knowing that I couldn't even ask him to hurry it up and damn well take me properly. If I did that I would be consenting rather than being ravished and I wasn't giving him that satisfaction.

So things continued their long slow way. I was gasping and squeaking, twisting and turning under Peter, and he rode me and rode me and rode me.

Finally he started moving faster. "Ready, love?" he asked and then drove in hard and fast for his final run.

Ready? I'd been ready for what seemed like the past hour. I'd thought he'd never get to the point. Now that he had I was ever so ready. He came slamming in, and in half a dozen quick strokes he started firing. His first shot hit the target where I was concerned and it must have been an incendiary round because I just went up in flames.

I could hear myself shrieking as Peter climaxed inside me and then my own climax just swept everything away.

I was vaguely aware of being moved and I could hear Peter and Andrew discussing something. When I managed to pull myself together I found that I had been moved. Instead of leaning back against the couch I was now bending over the armrest for some reason. I went to try and stand up, but a hand pressed against my back and held me in place.

"Hi, Sophia," said a voice. "I'm Andrew. I thought it only fair that I show you that I'm not gay either."

What? Then realisation dawned as I felt a cock pressing firmly against me once more.

"Wait!" I shrieked. "You can't do this."

Wrong again. He could. His cock came charging up my well lubricated passage without the slightest hesitation. I squealed in protest and denial, not that it did any good. Andrew was completely different in style to Peter. He just had at me, banging away at a great rate. I had to go along with it. What else could I do? So moments after being slowly ravished I found myself with my bottom bouncing up and down, frantically trying to keep up with this new cock that had decided to entertain me.

Peter had been a considerate rapist when you took everything into account. Andrew, on the other hand, was only thinking of himself. He just went at me, hell for leather, and if I hadn't already been so worked up from Peter's passion I would have had a rough time. As it was I could handle him with ease, working my hips to match his frantic thrusting. 

The one good thing about Andrew's fucking was that it was over quite quickly. I could hear him gasping and panting and he was putting everything he had into his action. Mind you, I was starting to think that everything he had wasn't all that much. If Peter hadn't warmed me up, so to speak, Andrew would have been a dead loss.

As it was I was feeling extra sensitive by that stage, so I wasn't really surprised to find myself having another climax when Andrew finally blew his load. It wasn't as high as the first one, but at least it was a climax. Even while my climax was hitting me I can remember thinking that at least this would be the end of it.

It turned out that I was batting one thousand percent with my predictions. At least I would be if I reversed every one of them. This time when I gather my wits together again, and I'm sure it didn't take long after a little climax like that one, I found that Peter had had time to move me around again. What was I? A pleasure doll for his convenience?

I found myself straddling Peter's lap. He was naked and sitting on the couch and I was naked and astride his lap, facing him, and his erection was back and the length of it was pressing along my slit. Looking down I could see the head of it, its single eye watching me.

Peter's hands were resting comfortably on my bottom, holding me in place. Before I could say anything, he started.

"The first time was for me and the second time was for Andrew. This time it's your turn."

With that he just hoisted me up and then lowered me slightly. His cock vanished from between my legs and now I could feel that evil looking thing pressing lightly against my lips, not trying to enter me but just resting there.

"What are you talking about?" I demanded. "Are you going to rape me again?"

"Of course not," he replied, shaking his head. "I said this time's for you. When you're ready just let yourself down and do what you like."

What I'd like would be to run from the room screaming, but a lack of clothes tended to preclude that. It was slowly dawning on me what Peter expected me to do. I was to lower myself onto his cock and take him at my own speed? Did he really expect me to ravish myself?

From the way his erection was pressing lightly against me, the answer appeared to be yes, he expected me to push down onto him and start having sex. He had to be kidding. He couldn't really expect that.

I just sort of stayed there, poised above him, feeling that cock lightly brushing against my lips. Why the hell was I so conscious of it? It wasn't as though it was actually inside me. Then I should damned well be conscious of it. Not now, when it was barely touching me. 

I could feel it there, brushing my lips, poking softly against my slit. I could remember the length of it inside me, the slow movement as Peter took his time ravishing me. I could remember how big it felt and how it made me feel. Small and helpless, defenceless against its rearing might. And the pleasure it had brought. No. I wasn't thinking about that.

What was Peter waiting for? If I didn't slide down his cock, would he thrust it up into me anyway? Of course he would. Wouldn't he? I didn't have any real choice in the matter, did I? It was going to go into me. Maybe I should just lower myself onto it. Pick the time, rather than just be subject to someone else's whims.

Then I felt my lips parting and Peter was sliding into me. I knew it. He couldn't wait.

"Stop it," I said. 

"I'm not doing anything," Peter answered, smiling, damn him.

What was even worse, he wasn't doing anything. It was me pushing down, not him pushing up. I was letting myself sink down onto him. Apparently I was going to ravish me. I gave a heartfelt groan and pushed forcefully down, taking Peter all the way into me. Then I just sat there, full of cock, and waited for Peter to start taking me again.

And waited.

And waited some more.

After a while Peter spoke up.

"Are you just going to sit there or are you going to start getting into it? Just curious. I don't mind you just sitting. It feels good."

It did feel good, too, I have to admit. Then the rest of what he'd said registered. He expected me to do the fucking? He was just going to sit there and wait until I started the action? Son-of-a-bitch. How could he do this?

I waited a little longer and Peter still didn't move. And I was getting restless. Yes it felt good just sitting there, but I was wanting more. Why the hell couldn't he just ravish me properly?

Apparently having no choice I started bouncing slowly up and down, getting a feel for Peter and how he was moving in me. This was fun. For the time being I was in control. I was doing the running and Peter had to answer to my wants rather than me answering to his. I started moving faster, seeking the rhythm that I liked best.

Then I was happily bouncing up and down, enjoying the friction of flesh against flesh, the rubbing of Peter against my passage, the little thrills of excitement spreading out from my groin. Without really being aware of it I grabbed Peter's hands and dragged them up to my breasts.

My breasts were rubbing against Peter's hands and I was bouncing quite happily on Peter's cock. I was gasping as I bounced, enjoying the upthrust as Peter pushed harder into me, enjoying the rhythm that I'd set up and relishing the feelings that were starting to rage their way through me. This whole time was mine. I controlled it and I was finally in charge of what was happening to me.

When that control passed from me back to Peter I didn't even notice. I was too high and elated to notice the difference until it was a feat accompli, and by then I was also too high and elated to care. It just seemed that one moment I was sitting astride Peter, bouncing away, then I was flat on my back with Peter on top of me, thrusting down into me, hot and hard.




BabySitter and the Gay Couple



It didn't last. It couldn't, I guess. I was far too worked up not to go flying off the handle again. I was just surprised that it lasted as long as it did. (Probably because Peter had to recover from his first effort.)

It just seemed that suddenly Peter was powering into me with extra strength. I knew what was coming, but that didn't help me prepare. I felt that hot splash deep inside me as Peter let loose again and then I climaxed beautifully. As far as I was concerned the previous climaxes were just gentle warning of what was coming. I shrieked and just came apart. I could feel Peter's mouth on mine, swallowing my screams, and then I was just gone again.

This time I was allowed to come to and just found myself lying on the couch, alone. Peter was sitting in an armchair watching TV. He saw me sitting up.

"Back with us, are you?" he said. "Your bra and blouse are dry."

He nodded towards where my clothes were neatly piled up. 

"You may want to take a shower before you get dressed," he suggested.

I didn't say anything. I just went and had my shower. What could I say? After I was showered and dressed I came out and Peter was waiting. He handed me an envelope.

"Your baby-sitting money, as agreed. I enclosed a little bonus to make up for the hassle you had to put up with. Any chance you can come around tomorrow afternoon?"

Come around tomorrow after what had happened today? He had to be kidding. He was kidding, I realised. Lucy was going back home in the morning.

"I thought you said that Lucy was going home in the morning?"

"She is. Andrew is taking her. I'll be here all by myself. That's why I thought it might be interesting to have you come and baby-sit for a while."

"Ha! If I came up here you'd probably try to ravish me again," I pointed out. "Do you think I'm stupid?"

"No probably about it," Peter replied. "I'll strip you naked as soon as you walk in the door, drag you into the bedroom, try out various positions and then settle down to complete the ravishment. Shall we say you'll be here about two? That'll give me plenty of time to do a proper job on you."

I bolted from the unit. He had to be mad. Did he really think I'd come back voluntarily to be ravished? And just what positions was he going to try? And what did he mean by doing a proper job on me. If this afternoon's episode hadn't been a proper job, what was? I was quite sure I didn't want to find out. Definitely not. I was not going back there tomorrow. I probably had something else planned anyway. 



BabySitter and the Liar



You won't believe what happened to me when I was sitting for the Mander's last weekend. I find it rather hard to believe myself and I'm the one it happened to. It was like this. . . 

Joy asked if I could sit for them on Friday night. It wasn't going to be an overnight job, just get there at five so that she and Rob could get ready without having to keep stopping to chase after children, and they expected to be home before midnight.

I fronted up and played with the kids, basically letting them do their own thing but letting them know I was there and that they weren't to bother mum and dad, but to see me first. I made them some dinner and they sat down and started scoffing it like normal kids. Starving wolves wouldn't have had a chance.

That's when the first mischance cropped up. While the kids were eating I stepped down to the bathroom. I just opened the door and walked in and there was Rob Mander in all his glory, facing the door and drying his back. My jaw dropped and my eyes opened wide and went even wider when his cock seemed to just leap erect. 

And did he drop the towel over himself to cover up? Not so you'd notice. He just grinned and kept on drying his back, and his stupid erection was swaying from side to side in counterpoint to the way he pulled the towel back and forth.

I said something clever, like, "Ah, gah, the door," and backed hurriedly out and closed the door. Just why I backed out, instead of turning around and running, I don't know. The last thing I saw as I closed the door was Rob's erection waving goodbye.

A little later Joy and Rob came out, all scrubbed and polished and ready for their night out. I looked and Rob and I could feel my face going red, while he just grinned like a blasted Cheshire cat. Joy was smiling, it was plain she knew what had happened. 

"Sorry about the bathroom, Jenny," Joy said. "I meant to warn you. Max learned how to lock the door. Unfortunately, he can't, or won't, unlock it again. We've had to disengage the lock for the time being. Rob's going to put on a lock that can be unlocked from outside but hasn't got around to it yet."

I just waved off the explanation with a smile. No harm done and, now that I knew, I could take appropriate precautions. And I wouldn't have to worry about little Max locking himself in there, which was a definite plus. Joy and Rob took off and I and the kids continued to amuse ourselves.

After the kids had gone to bed I settled down to watch TV. I like old movies and I was lucky. One of the stations was running a couple of old movies back to back and I really wanted to see the second one. I'd nearly seen it twice before, but each time something had cropped up and I'd missed the last half hour. Now if Joy and Rob would only stay away until midnight I'd finally see the whole show.

As luck would have it, Joy and Rob wandered in at eleven thirty, half an hour before the movie finished. Joy must have spotted the irritation I was feeling as she glanced at the TV and laughed. 

"Want to see how it ends do you?" she commented. "By all means, stay and watch it. I'm going to bed, so I'll say goodnight, but Rob won't mind staying up for a short while and seeing you out when it's over."

I politely protested but was happily over-ridden. Smiling I settled down to watch the rest of the movie. Rob and Joy went off and a short time later Rob came back and settled down onto the couch next to me.

"You're eighteen, aren't you, Jenny?" he observed.

"Uh, yes, why?" I asked, not really interested, as I was watching the movie.

His answer, though, promptly grabbed my attention.

"Because you're of an age where I can safely tease you," he said, running his hand along my leg. 

Along the inside of my leg, mind you, up under my skirt and perilously close to places where it shouldn't go before I squeezed my legs closed.

I yelped and jerked to one side, giving him a shocked look. He was laughing at me.

"Don't look so shocked," he told me. "I'm only going to tease you a little. You looked so stunned this afternoon when you saw me in the bathroom that I thought I'd give you a little bit of an education. Nothing too onerous. Just a bit of friendly petting and letting you actually touch me and learn a little bit about male anatomy."

Why shouldn't I look shocked? That was the way I was feeling. 

"You're a married man," I pointed out.

"Which is one reason why it will be relatively harmless for you to experiment with me. I'm hardly likely to ravish you or seduce you when one yell would bring Joy running to see what's going on. I thought you might enjoy a little playful petting with nothing to worry about."

I have to admit I was slightly intrigued. After all, what harm could it do? I had been stunned to see the way his cock leapt to an erect state earlier, and I'd been wondering what it would be like to actually touch it. I chewed on my lip, trying to decide.

While I was chewing and trying to think, Rob was acting. His hand was running lightly up and down my leg, slipping under my skirt but stopping short of actually groping me. I didn't agree, but neither did I protest. I sort of just waited to see what would happen. 

After a bit more stroking of my leg Rob moved his hand away. He tugged at the bottom of my t-shirt, bringing it loose from the skirt, and slipped his hand under it. From there he stroked his way across my tummy, moving slowly upwards until his hand closed over one of my breasts. He held it comfortably and gave a slight squeeze, then moved his hand over and did the same with my other breast. I have to admit it felt quite nice.

He massaged my breasts lightly for a while before moving his hand back down to my leg. I was feeling a lot more relaxed about what was happening. He wasn't really trying too hard, just lightly petting me. Mind you, I was feeling a little flushed and excited, but what would you expect? This time when his hand glided along my leg it continued. I held my breath and his hand closed over me, and started gently massaging.

I relaxed and let it happen. He just stroked and pressed against me, gently massaging me through my panties. I could feel him lightly scratching along my lips, the thin material of my panties not really a barrier. I almost sight with disappointment when his hand left me and came back up to my breasts. 

This time he reached behind me and I leaned forward a little, silently giving permission as he undid my bra. Then his hand was fondling my breasts. Not through my bra but directly, holding them in the warmth of his hand and teasing them, rubbing my nipples and building on my excitement.

I actually felt as though I was losing something when his hand moved away. He took hold of my hand and pressed it against his groin and I could feel that he was aroused. He hadn't unzipped. He was leaving it up to me to decide if I wanted to feel him directly and, you know, I did want to.

I discreetly unzipped him and my hand slipped through the opening, seeking my prize. My goodness, it felt hot and heavy. I could barely close my hand around it and my imagination was busy painting it four or five times its real size, I'm sure. I had to pull it loose just to make sure it wasn't as enormous as it felt to a blind touch. Even seeing it, it still seemed a little large to be putting inside me. Thank god I didn't have to worry about that sort of thing just yet.

I was stroking his erection, getting a feel for it, when I received my next shock. Rob pushed my t-shirt up, revealing my breasts, and then he bit one. Not hard, but it certainly drew my attention. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, biting and sucking lightly, rubbing his teeth against my nipples. I shuddered slightly. I decided that I liked having a man touch my breasts.

Close on the heels of that came another surprise. His hand came gliding along my leg and closed over my mound again, but it closed over my naked mound. Where the hell had my panties gone? I frantically tossed my mind back over the past minute or so and it slowly registered what had happened. While I was squirming under his feeding on my breasts I hadn't really noticed that he was pushing my panties down. My squirming had helped him do it without any unseemly tugging. Now he was taking advantage of the fact.

I suppose I should have protested at that point, but how could I? I mean, to protest about his hand on my bare pussy, while my hand was closed around his bare erection, would have been slightly hypocritical, now wouldn't it? Besides, what he was doing felt nice.

Over the next few minutes I learnt a number of things that felt nice. I also found some things I could do to a man's erection to make him gasp and squirm a little. All things considered, it was an instructive little episode, and I enjoyed it.

One of the things that I was a bit doubtful about was when Rob slipped his fingers inside me. That felt really strange. I'm not saying it felt bad, just different. I was starting to think that it was time to wind this little episode up. I was breathing hard and felt hot and wet and I'd be so horribly embarrassed if I climaxed while he was playing with me. 

When his hands brushed up against my clitoris it was all I could do not to scream. I let go his erection and pushed his hand firmly away from my mound, relieved when he let it go. 

His hands moved up and closed over my breasts. Then he was pressing against them and I moved back slightly, finding a more comfortable position on the couch. I was almost lying on the couch, one leg to the side and hanging over the edge. Rob leaned over me and I felt his hand pressing against my pussy again.

By the time I worked out that, with two hands on my breasts, that wasn't his hand touching my pussy, it was too late. His erection had pushed part way into me, my lips closing firmly around him.

"What are you doing?" I hissed at him. "You said you wouldn't do anything like that. Take it out."

He just pressed more firmly against me. I could feel him leaning onto my hymen, probing it.

"Will you stop it?" I said, trying to sound firm. "You said you wouldn't try to seduce me."

"Or ravish you," Rob added. "And you believed me? Silly girl. All men lie about sex."

Before I could respond he gave a harder push and something inside me gave. I gave a small yelp, as it hurt, and I knew what had happened. I could already feel him sliding deeper into me.

"Take it out," I said desperately. "I'll scream."

"Um, a bit late for that, don't you think?" Rob pointed out, his cock still advancing. 

He had a point. All screaming would do would cause me a lot of embarrassment. All pain and no gain, you might say. After all, his cock was already deep inside me.

I gave him an angry look and resolved to just lie there and see what happened. He didn't seem to notice my lack of cooperation. He just kept pushing firmly in, stretching me so that I could take him. It seemed that I could accommodate something that size. 

I could feel his groin pressed firmly against mine and knew that I was well and truly fucked. Or about to be, anyway. I could feel him pulling back, his cock dragging against me. He paused when almost all the way out and then pushed back in a lot faster than for the initial entry. I gave a squeak of alarm as he slammed home. Then he was pulling slowly back again.

I'd have sworn I was just lying there letting it happen, which was why it came as a bit of a surprise when Rob spoke. 

"That's my girl," he said approvingly.

I tried to focus on what I'd done to earn this unexpected approval and found I was responding to him. I was lifting up and pushing against him as he drove into me. It wasn't deliberate - my body just started doing it. It would, I figured, take more effort not to respond, so I relaxed and went with it.

At some stage my legs had come up and closed around him and I was clinging tightly to him while he drove into me, again and again. Apart from taking me slowly at the start Rob showed no consideration for my lack of experience. He seemed to think that once I started everything would be fine. Fortunately for me, he was right. 

He pounded into me. He'd settled into a nice rhythmic motion and just kept on going, with me bouncing up and down under him. The whole thing just seemed to keep going forever. I was hot and excited, a lustful passion had me and was not letting go. Rob would drive in and I'd push up hard to take him, reluctantly letting him go when he pulled back, but knowing he'd return.

Finally he made a funny gasping sound (similar to the sounds I'd been making all along), and started driving in faster and harder. Then he was coming, deep inside me, and I just exploded.

I just lay there for a while, dazed. Slowly my senses came together and I was back with the world. Rob was sitting there, looking smug. I say up and glared at him.

"You," I stated firmly, "are a liar."

He nodded, but didn't look repentant. Then I caught a flicker out of the corner of my eye and I turned my head. Credits were rolling past, indicating the end of the movie.

I was furious. Could you believe it? For the third time I'd missed the end of the movie, and it was all Rob's fault.



BabySitter and the Mistletoe



One of the reasons that I enjoy the Christmas/New Year period is that it's profitable, baby-sitter wise. There're a lot of calls for sitting jobs, and being temporarily out of work I'm quite willing to put my hand up and earn some extra cash. It's also good training for me. I'm studying to be a teacher, and the more experience I get controlling little monsters the better I'll become.

I've just turned eighteen, and when school starts next year I'll be attending a primary school as a student-teacher, getting a month's on the job experience. I'm looking forward to the resumption of school, which is more than the kids I sit are doing. 

I've found that you need to be wary when sitting. Some of the fathers seem to have odd ideas as to what a baby-sitter's duties are. As far as I'm concerned, they entail looking after the kid's requirements; not the father's. It pays to dress demurely in some places I have to go. 

The Pender place is one where I have to keep a wary eye on the husband. His name's Raoul. He's French, and full of himself as the great French lover. Fortunately, Miranda, his wife, keeps a tight rein on him. He might go for a quick grope, or try to sneak a kiss, but Miranda always seems to be around. I'm never quite sure if she's protecting me from him or him from me. She's a honey, so it's flattering to think she might be jealous of me.

I had a job there just before Christmas, sitting all afternoon until quite late at night. When I rolled up Raoul opened the door and, as soon as I stepped inside, he grabbed me and kissed me.

I pushed him firmly away, quite surprised that Miranda hadn't intervened. She looked at me and shrugged.

"Mistletoe," she said, pointing above my head. "It is Christmas so I thought I could allow a little leeway for tradition."

Fair enough, I guess, and I'll admit that Raoul does kiss quite nicely, but I'd be keeping my eye out for any more mistletoe lying around. From what I could see there was a small twig over almost every doorway. I spent the next half-hour making sure Raoul wasn't around before I walked through a doorway. 

Eventually Raoul and Miranda left and I settled down to keeping an eye on the kids. They were easy enough to handle and, come the appropriate times, I fed them, bathed them, and tucked them into bed. Then I settled down on the couch to watch some TV.

Mind you, I learn fast in some situations. Before I settled down to watch TV I checked to see what decorations were scattered around. There was the usual tinsel and such, and an odd looking wreath dangling above the couch. It looked homemade and I took a closer look at it. It appeared to be made out of roseleaves, and there were even a few rosehips intertwined. Not mistletoe, which was what I was concerned with.

I watched TV. I got bored. I fell asleep. 

I woke up to find Raoul kissing me, and kissing me hard. I was even unconsciously responding and kissing him back before I woke up enough to work out what was going on. Then I tried to push him away.

"Raoul," I protested, pushing hard against him.

He broke the kiss long enough to say, "Mistletoe," pointing up at the wreath, and then kept on kissing me.

I broke away long enough to appeal to Miranda, who was looking at us, seeming amused.

"Miranda, that's not mistletoe," I said.

"Um, actually it is," she said. "It's French mistletoe. Raoul had a relative send it over. Apparently the French have a slightly different tradition where kissing under the mistletoe is concerned. Raoul believes in following it."

If it involved kissing, of course Raoul would approve. He pulled away from me a little. "Oui," he said. "La Belle France has some interesting traditions." Then he bent to continue kissing me.

I got a hell of a shock when he started kissing me again. I don't know how it happened, but my shirt was undone and my bra was loose. Raoul must have undone them when I was still asleep. This time, when he bent to kiss me, he ignored my mouth, latching onto my breasts like a leech.

Now I've had men try to get their paws on my breasts before this. Name me a woman of eighteen who hasn't. I've always tended to fend them off, while enjoying the byplay and the occasional brush of hand against breast. This, however, was the first time my breasts had been bare in front of a man, and it was definitely the first time any man had started kissing them.

"Miranda! Raoul!" I protested.

"It's just the French tradition," said Miranda. "It won't hurt you."

Raoul didn't say anything. He just kept on kissing my breasts. If you can call it kissing, when he was gently biting them, sucking on them, running his tongue over them, his teeth and tongue plaguing my nipples, encouraging them to stand tall. All I could do was feebly protest and push at him. 

Between us, I found the whole thing quite exciting. I was getting quite aroused by having Raoul make love to my breasts, because that's what he was doing. With Miranda there, it wasn't as though he was going to go too far, even if I did think he'd already stepped over the line.

It turned out that he hadn't really stepped over the line by kissing my breasts. I found that out when he stopped kissing them. I was still pushing at him, trying to make him go away. I may not have been pushing too hard, but I was pushing, so when he lifted his head away from my breasts and winked at me I was relieved. (Maybe a little disappointed, but only a little.)

That's when I found out what crossing the line really involved. Raoul sort of shuffled down the couch a bit, then flipped up my skirt and his head was pressed between my thighs. I could feel his tongue probing against my slit, pushing hard against my panties, wetting them. And they weren't just getting wet from his actions.

I squealed and bucked and protested, looking frantically over at Miranda.

"Raoul says that the French tradition involves kissing the girl all the way down," she said. "Don't worry. It won't hurt you."

Maybe it wouldn't hurt me, but it sure came as a hell of a shock to have a man's mouth kissing me there. I was just consoling myself with the thought that I at least had my panties on, when I didn't. Raoul just casually hooked his fingers over them and pulled them down, his tongue now actually dipping between my lips, probing into my slit.

I was wriggling and making weird sounds, not sure how to address this problem. Raoul's hands were clasped firmly upon my hips and he was busy kissing and tasting me. His tongue seemed to be everywhere down there, probing and tasting, while all I could do was wiggle about.

Now a woman knows that the area around her clitoris is sensitive and when stimulated, don't you know it. It's even possibly I might have stimulated myself there a couple of times, just to see what it was like. Nothing I'd done had prepared me for having my clitoris stimulated by a man's tongue. 

I knew damn well that Raoul was doing it deliberately, building on my arousal without so much as a 'if you don't mind'. I minded. Let me tell you, I minded. I almost bounced off the couch the first time his tongue touched down in that area and it didn't get any easier with repetition, of which there was too damn much. I was almost bouncing off the couch, the walls, and the ceiling, and Raoul just kept on arousing me, while Miranda looked on with interest. I couldn't believe that she could be so matter of fact about Raoul chewing on me like that.

I was gasping and yammering, trying to protest, but unable to form a coherent sentence. How do you say, "Please stop," when something brushes against your clitoris while you're still trying to form the words? I sure couldn't. All I could do was clutch at Raoul and pray that he'd stop it PDQ.

He didn't actually stop it. Instead he just kept on going, arousing me until I lost control. He was deliberately pushing me to have an orgasm and there was nothing I could do about it. Except have it. After one sweep of his tongue I just climaxed, jerking helplessly under him as I was wracked with waves of feelings just washing through me. 

I was left lying there on the couch, trembling and dazed, while Raoul stood up. I was kind of aware that he'd moved off me, just as I was kind of aware that his hands had replaced his mouth and were idly playing with my mound, his fingers slipping between my lips and spreading them.

I came fully to with a scream when I felt a sudden sharp pain down below. My eyes popped wide and I was staring at my pussy where, to my horrified surprise, Raoul's cock was half buried inside me. Even as I watched it pushed further in. And I wasn't just seeing it. I could feel that thing. It was in my passage and seemed to be stretching me all out of shape. It felt long and fat and awfully hard, and it was just charging into me.

I opened my mouth to protest, most vehemently, but to my surprise Miranda got in first.

"Don't look so surprised," she said. "What did you think would happen after you led him on the way you did?"

Led him on? She had to be joking. He'd jumped me and she had just watched. I wanted to protest but at that moment Raoul gave a really firm push and I could see (and feel) the rest of cock plunge into me. 

So what do you say when a man is using the French Mistletoe tradition to ravish you in front of his wife? I don't know about you, but I couldn't think of anything to say. What was really holding my attention was a whacking great cock rammed up me just as far as it could go. That I was well aware of, and I was wondering what it was going to do to me.

Raoul must have seen the trepidation in my eyes.

"Relax, little one," he said. "The only pain was at the start when you weren't aware of what was happening. Now it will just be pleasure. Just move with me and all will be fine."

Easy for him to say. He wasn't the one getting the unexpected Christmas surprise. But even as he was telling me that I could feel him slowly pulling back along my passage, my flesh clinging to him as he moved. He was almost all the way out when he stopped and reversed direction. Now I felt him pushing all the way back into me, moving quite smartly, and he was right; there wasn't any pain, just this unfamiliar, but pleasurable, feeling. 

At first I just lay there, feeling him moving in and out of me, the pleasure slowly building, seeming just that little bit more intense with every thrust of his cock. After a while I found myself responding to his movements. I was pushing up to meet him, happily taking his cock in as deep as possible and trying for deeper. 

And it felt good. Moving with him seemed to make it even better. It was odd, but even as I was appreciating the pleasure I found myself wanting something even more. 

We were rocking relatively slowly and gently at that stage. I guess my slight frustration must have shown on my face, because Raoul started moving faster. Naturally enough, I had to move faster to keep up with him. Now he was driving in hard and we were giving a most energetic performance. I was half gasping, half sobbing with need, as we came together, out speed and our pleasure building.

Maybe I'd already been primed for a quick climax, what with all the foreplay Raoul had done that had resulted in my earlier orgasm. Whatever the reason, it wasn't long before I could feel myself straining on the edge of another climax.

When Raoul started hitting me harder than ever I just yielded, letting my climax flood through me, quite content to be carried away into dreams. I was conscious that Raoul had disengaged, but I no longer cared. I just lay there, shuddering in contentment. 

The next thing I became aware of was that Miranda was stripping off my clothes. Easy enough to do as Raoul had apparently undone all my buttons and zips and such. I was wondering why Miranda was stripping me off but it seemed too much effort to ask.

I found out soon enough. She coaxed me to my feet and then pushed me about. I just moved as told, feeling totally lethargic and spent, which is how I came to be bending naked over the end of the couch.

"This is just a little reminder that Raoul is my husband and you'll keep your hands off him in future," Miranda murmured, and her hand came down very firmly upon my bottom.

That woke me up. Did it ever. That woman had a very firm hand. I gave a yelp and tried to stand up, only to find that I was being held firmly in place and another spank was landing.

I tried to point out that it wasn't fair and it hadn't been my fault. She and Raoul were to blame. Miranda just laughed and kept on spanking my poor bottom, and it was smarting. I was protesting and trying to see where Raoul was but he didn't appear to be in the room. Meanwhile, Miranda was having a fine time and my bottom was turning all shades of painful red. 

For a change I was pleased when Raoul stepped back into the room.

"That's enough, Miranda," he said, and she stopped.

Raoul stood next to me, his hand gently rubbing my smarting bottom.

"Now look what you've done," he said, his tone a reprimand for Miranda. "Now I'm going to have to console the poor woman."

That was OK by me. I could do with a bit of sympathy at that stage, someone to hold my hand and say, "There, there. It'll be all right."

Good thing I wasn't holding my breath waiting for that to happen. What did happen was that Raoul's hand slipped down from rubbing my bottom to closing over, and squeezing, my mound. The next thing I knew his cock was driving back into me, hard and fast. His arms reached around me and closed over my breasts, squeezing them.

Raoul then demonstrated that he'd been taking it nice and easy when he took me earlier. Now that I knew what to do he let me have it. His cock bombarded me, plunging in and out at a great rate. His hands squeezed and played with my breasts, rolling and pinching my nipples as he went. I, of course, now knew that I was supposed to move with him and my bottom was bobbing up and down at a great rate.

It dawned on me that I hadn't felt Raoul climax when he'd taken me earlier. He'd been saving it for this little effort, I just knew it. The spanking and the consolation was all part of his devious plan for ravishing me, and there was nothing I could do but be ravished. I was gasping and making little, 'uh, uh, uh," noises, all the pleasure I'd felt earlier surging back, flooding my loins.

I was really highly aroused, but I was also somewhat shocked to find that I was about to have a third climax. Not a bad effort for a first timer. Maybe there is something in what they say about French lovers. 

Raoul had apparently built up a good head of steam with his earlier efforts, and now he was driving in hard, putting all his stored energy to good use. I could hear the slap, slap, slap, as his groin slapped against me, his testicles banging against my pussy. Then he gave a groan and unleashed the full force of his balls.

I promptly found out what had been missing from my earlier climaxes as his seed splashed vigorously into me. I gave a half scream and clamped down onto him, my climax smashing into me and driving me out of my tiny mind - again.

This time I was allowed to rather my wits without any help from unexpected ravishments or beatings. My clothes were neatly stacked next to me and I hurriedly scrambled into them. I could smell coffee and headed towards the kitchen, not knowing what I was going to do or say.

Miranda smiled when I came in and poured me a cup of coffee.

"The French have such interesting traditions, don't they?" she said. "I let Raoul follow that one because it's only once a year."

What did I say to that? Coward that I am, I said nothing. I collected my pay (which, admittedly, had a very nice bonus included in it) and went home. Then I jumped on the internet.

Raoul, I quickly discovered, was a liar. There's no such thing as French mistletoe. Any mistletoe in France is the same old stuff we have. That wreath probably was made from rose bush clippings, no matter what Raoul claimed. As for the French tradition, their tradition is just that you kiss under the mistletoe on New Year's Eve. (Point in hand - don't baby sit for Raoul and Miranda on New Year's Eve. Who knows what might happen?)



Babysitter and the Spa



My mother had had a bit of a fall and as a result was feeling rather shocked. Marie had gone over to spend the weekend with her, making sure she was alright. This left me with two little ankle-biters to look after for the weekend.

That wasn't a problem. I could handle the kids easily enough. The problem I did have was that I'd arranged to go out to this do on Saturday night, and I didn't want to disappoint my hosts.

Enter the baby-sitter.

Rachelle is the sitter we regularly use. We've used her for years. She must be nearly twenty now, and I suppose she won't be bothered with sitting for much longer. She has a pretty face and nice curly hair which she is forever trying to straighten. I have a suspicion that she may be a little chubby, but it's hard to tell as she always seems to wear these loose baggy track-suit type things whenever she's around. 

I gave her a call and she agreed to come over. She also warned me that we'd better start looking for a new sitter as she finding that she didn't really have the time for it. She said she'd let us have a couple of numbers. I guessed that one right, it appeared.

Rochelle rolled up at the agreed time and I shot through to my appointment. I had a pleasant time, but was just a bit bored without Marie there. Most of the other guests were couples and I kept feeling like the odd man out. I finished up cutting out early and heading home.

It was a really pleasant night out. We'd had rain the previous day and that seemed to have washed the air. Now the skies were clear, the air was fresh and warm, and the stars were bright. All of this probably contributed to what followed.

My house is high on a hill, and on a night like this the city is a glittering panorama below us. You could stand on the back porch and see for miles. I'd even installed a spa on the back porch. It's fun to spend some lazy time in the spa looking out over the city.

I arrived home and entered, trying to be reasonably quiet, not wanting to wake the kids. They can be the very devil to get back to sleep. I'd just reached the kitchen when Rochelle came waltzing in the back door. 

Ay caramba, or whatever it is that the Spanish say when they get a shock.

I learnt a few things about Rochelle in those few seconds. She hadn't heard me arrive home. She liked to use a spa. She liked to use a spa naked. She was not chubby. Those track suit things she wore concealed a splendid body. (I made a mental note to break into Rochelle's place and burn every one of those outfits. It was a crime for her to wear them.) Where was I? Oh yes. Rochelle liked to be clean shaven and she liked an occasional glass of wine.

Rochelle didn't see me standing at the kitchen door. She blithely skipped over to the fridge, poured herself a glass of wine and went skipping back out to the spa. Watching her bend over to get the wine cask out of the fridge was a severe trial for my composure, I can assure you.

I went over to the fridge and extracted some beer and poured myself a glass. Then I stripped off and went out onto the back porch. Rochelle was sitting back, eyes closed, music softly playing from the smart phone on the nearby bench. She had her glass of wine in one hand and was idly conducting with the other. She didn't even know I was there until I was settling into the water on the other side of the spa.

Her eyes popped open when she felt me settling down and she stared at me in horror.

"When did you get home," she said, her voice squeaky with surprise. Or was that horror? Then her own nudity registered with her.

"You can't get in here with me," she protested. "I'm naked."

"Don't let that worry you," I said affably. "Lots of people use the spa naked. I do all the time."

Our legs were bumping against each other in the spa, and Rochelle gave another little squeak and edged around on the spa seat a bit. This brought her closer to me but at least our legs weren't tangled. I suppose that she thought the trade-off was worth it.

I could see she was surreptitiously eyeing me, trying to work out if I was actually nude in the spa with her.

"Yes, Rochelle, I'm naked as well. I saw you in the kitchen and thought you'd be embarrassed if I hopped in the spa dressed while you were nude. This way we're on even terms."

Her face flamed red at the realisation I'd seen her walking around naked.

"You saw I was naked and you still got in with me?" She sounded quite shocked.

"Mmm," I said. "You've got a lovely figure, by the way. Why the devil do you hide it in those god-awful track-suits."

"I don't," she protested. "It's just that track-suits are easier when you're dealing with kids."

"Good point," I admitted. "I'd had kid's food spilled on suits before and it's a pain. It's just that when I saw you I couldn't help thinking that these are much too nice to be perpetually hidden."

With that comment I reached over and casually touched one of her nipples, which was floating just above the water. Rochelle gasped and slapped at my hand, realised that her breasts were on display from the nipples up and hastily sank lower into the water. 

"You shouldn't touch me," she muttered. "You're not really naked are you?"

"Ah, yes," I confessed. "See." 

This time I didn't touch her so much as take her hand and place it in my lap. Or as close to my lap as it could get before encountering my erection. Rochelle's hand closed over me a split second before she realised what she was holding. Then she let go as though it was on fire.

"You can't do that sort of thing," she gasped. "You married."

"I know, but I'm also horny and my wife's not here, but you are. You can feel how badly I'm in need." 

With that I pulled her hand back over to my erection, with Rochelle holding it a bit longer before letting go.

"Really, Alex, you can't do that sort of thing. Just because Marie is not here doesn't mean that you can come onto me."

"Rochelle, the reason I'm coming on to you is because you are an attractive young woman with a superb figure and I want to know what it feels like when you're wrapped around my cock."

In her agitation, Rochelle had forgotten she was supposed to keep her breasts submerged. She sat up a little straighter to tell me off, only realising her error she saw my eyes looking down. She gasped and ducked back down. Then, possibly worried that I'd drag her hand over to my erection again, she sidled slightly away from me so that we were now opposite each other, legs tangling slightly.

I lifted one foot and ran it along the inside of her leg. Rochelle hastily pushed it away just before it reached anything interesting. Then she had to quickly push my other foot away.

"I'm getting out," she muttered. "Will you please look away?"

"You have got to be joking," I said, amazed that she could suggest such a thing. 

She glared at me but decided that she was safer out than in. As soon as she stood I hooked my hands behind her knees and pulled her towards me. She finished up on my lap, straddling me, with my erection pressed vertically against her slit, my hands resting on her bottom.

Rochelle was flushed and looking slightly shocked. Just looking at her face I could tell she was acutely aware of my cock pressed against her female flesh. She rested where she was for a moment and I could feel her pressing forward slightly, assessing the rigid staff touching her. 

She made a little sound and I'm damned if I knew what it signified apart from a lot of frustration. Then she started to get up again. 

I let her rise, but my hands were firm on her bottom guiding her as she rose, so my cock was dragging against her slit. I let her move until my erection slipped between her legs, the tip of it brushing back and forth on the sensitive tissue between her legs. At that point my hands tightened a little, holding her steady for a moment.

I only held her for a moment while my cock brushed her sensitive lips, then I relaxed my grip slightly. She could feel the difference, would know she could move freely again. Still she hesitated.

Slowly she settled back down, muttering insults to me as she went, my cock slipping past her lips, easing its way up her passage while she quietly informed me that I was a male chauvinist pig. With that off her mind she gave a little groan of satisfaction and settled fully down onto me.

She felt good. She was hot and wet and tight, her passage a slippery tunnel of nerves and muscles that clamped around me. My hands left her bottom, coming up to close around her breasts. Then I pushed up into her, encouraging her to ride.

And ride me she did, sliding up and down my rigid staff with great enthusiasm, taking me deep into her. I muzzled her neck and breasts, tasting her flesh while she disported herself upon me, bouncing hard, relishing the movement of my cock within her. 

I wasn't complaining, either. She felt wonderful, driving her body hard upon mine, waves splashing around the spa at our tumultuous conduct. You could measure the intensity of our love making by the waves washing back and forth across the spa. They'd splash against the sides of the pool, leaping high and spilling over, while Rochelle was leaping high up on my cock and then crashing back down onto it.

We had a grand time, our bodies moving as one as we sought our fulfilment. I was gasping, and Rochelle had her head back, shrieking silently at the stars as I drilled her. 

Then we were climaxing, me first, but my climax pushing Rochelle over the edge of her own. After that we just relaxed, letting the spa rejuvenate us.

It was fortunate that Rochelle had put her clothes on the table and not the floor. The floor of the back porch was pretty well saturated. It appeared quite a bit of water had overflowed from the spa. We deemed it wiser to carry our things back inside before dressing.

It was quite amazing. As soon as Rochelle had that track-suit back on she looked small and slightly dumpy. I shook my head. She definitely needed to burn all those track-suits. That track-suit really irritated me. Especially the pants.

"Hold it a moment," I said as Rochelle started down the hall to the front door.

She stopped and turned to look at me and gave a startled yelp when I walked up and pulled the track-suit trousers down. 

"You can put these on when you reach the car," I told her. "I like looking at your legs."

"Do you expect me to walk out to the street in a pair of panties?" 

"Mmm, yes. It's night. No-one will notice but me."

She glared at me, looking slightly flushed. Then she spun on her heel and stalked off down the hall. You can't tell me she wasn't enjoying it. Her bottom was suddenly swishing from side to side as she went. She knew I was watching and her every step was sheer provocation.

She swished happily down the path to the road, bottom bouncing with every step, cheeks flashing in the moonlight. Her skimpy panties sure didn't hide much. Reaching the car she turned to me, smirking, holding out her hand for her pants.

Smirking just as much I reached out past her hand, took her panties and tugged them down. That shook her.

"Cut it out," she hissed. "We're out in the open. Anyone can see."

"It's night and we're reasonably in the shadow," I pointed out. "Even if anyone is awake and looking out a window they won't see us."

I was already bending her back against the car, and my zip was down and my erection ready for more action.

"Wait," Rochelle was saying, pushing against my chest. "You can't. Not out in the street. What if a car comes? We can go back inside if you must do it. Or get in the car. Oh, my god. We're in the street."

We were indeed in the street, and I truly hoped that no car came past, because I was sliding back into Rochelle, eager to become reacquainted. I started pumping her, and despite her protests Rochelle was quickly and enthusiastically moving with me. I pushed my hands up under her top and pushed her bra up over her breasts, giving me access to them. Holding her breasts, I drilled her, hard and fast.

Rochelle lifted one leg and wrapped it around me, clutching me tight as I took her. She was gasping, making funny little sounds, slowly shaking her head from side to side, while all the time she pushed hard against me, welcoming me into her body.

I was pushing in, harder, faster, driving in deep with every lunge. I felt powerful, the master of the situation, dominating this woman who lay beneath me, accepting my ownership. Rochelle was pleading, wanting more, and I was happy to give it, eager to give her the pleasure she craved.

Probably because of our earlier meeting I was lasting longer than normal. I could tell Rochelle was hovering on the brink of a climax but I struggled to keep her from going over the edge. I wasn't ready for her to find relief. I coaxed her into staying poised but her frustration was plain on her face and in her voice. 

Finally, just when Rochelle looked like getting desperate I relented, driving in harder than ever, giving her that final push.

"Don't scream," I hastily warned as she tilted her head back and her mouth opened. "People might come."

Her mouth snapped closed, resulting in a loud hissing sound erupting from her as she climaxed, shuddering under me, while I let loose my demons upon her.

I held her while she continue to give little trembling movements, the aftermath of her climax still shaking her. She stared at me, uncomprehending at first, and then understanding stole over her.

"Oh my god," she gasped, pushing me away and hastily pulling her panties up. "How could you do something like that?"

I didn't say a word. Just picked up the track-suit pants from where I'd dropped them and handed them to her. She scrambled into them quickly.

"If I'd known what you were going to do I'd never have left the house without them," she muttered.

"And you probably wouldn't have twitched your bottom in such an elegant manner as you walked," I observed, grinning as she blushed.

I couldn't help but wonder if Rochelle was really going to quit baby-sitting. It would be a pity, now that I had had a chance to get to know her a bit better.



BabySitter Audacity



I was sitting at home one Saturday afternoon. The wife had just taken the kids to the park and they'd be gone for an hour or so. I was watching the game and enjoying a cold drink and generally taking it easy. Then Carly, our baby-sitter, rolled up.

I was a little surprised to see her but invited her in.

"Ah, you're a little early aren't you, Carly?" I suggested.

I had been pressured into taking the wife out for a dinner and a show but we weren't due to go for several hours. Accordingly I hadn't expected to see Carly for several hours.

"I know," Carly said with a sigh, "but dad was on my back over things. The way he carries on you'd think I was eight instead of eighteen. I'm just a little too old to have to explain everything I do and have to get his permission for everything and get read the riot act if I don't kowtow to his every wish. So I told him I was sitting and cut out early. I figured you wouldn't mind if I hung around here for a while."

"I don't mind," I assured her, "but Janet and the kids have gone down to the park. They probably won't be back for a couple of hours. You can chase down there after them if you like, or just come in and make yourself at home."

Carly opted to come in and settled down in the lounge to watch the game. She soon got bored with that and picked up some of my wife's magazines and started reading them. She finally settled down to do the crosswords in them. I've seen some of the crosswords in women's magazines and think that the people who write them have a poor opinion of their client's intelligence.

"Ah, Mr Peters, what does audacity mean?"

There again, maybe they know their clientele.

"Boldness, daring to do the unexpected," I told her.

I looked at her, curled up on the floor, looking as cute as a button. She was wearing yoga pants that were stretched across a very nice pert little bottom, tight enough to show a hint of cleavage down below. In contrast to the tight yoga pants she had on a loose t-shirt. Loose in most areas, but not across the bust line. I gave her a smile.

"Come here for a moment and I'll demonstrate."

Innocent as a lamb she hopped up and came over to me. As soon as she was within easy reach I hooked onto the waist of her yoga pants and took them down below her knees with one easy motion. It was unfortunate that her panties got tangled up in my grip and came down, too, but these things happen.

"Mr Peters," came an appalled shriek. "How could you, you. . ."

"How could I have the audacity?" I asked.

Carly looked shocked.

"Now you know what audacity means," I said, letting her see I was laughing at her. "What I'm going to do now is not audacity so much as a willingness to shock."

Carly was bent forward a little, clutching the hem of her t-shirt, using it like a shield to protect her modesty. I took a hold of the t-shirt just where she was holding it, prying her hands off. Then I lifted the t shirt up, hauling it up over her head while she was still protesting.

Carly squealed again and her hands hurriedly cupped themselves over her mound. She was probably thanking god that I hadn't taken off her bra.

"Now, Carly, I deserve the rewards that go with my audacity," I told her, taking hold of her wrists and moving her arms away from her treasure.

I ran my eyes over her, enjoying the view and letting her see that I liked what I saw. 

"Very nice, but the view is spoilt by your bra. Just hold still a moment while I take it off."

Ignoring her protests I turned her around and unclipped the bra, letting it drop away. After that I turned her back to face me and looked her over again, nodding in approval.

"You have a lovely body, Carly," I said. "Well worth looking at. Let's get rid of these completely for a few moments."

With that I finished pushing her yoga pants down, encouraging her to step out of them. My, but she looked a tasty mouthful.

I released her hands and admired her. Twirling my finger I indicated that she should turn around and, red of face, she did so.

"And what are you going to say if your wife comes back and finds me like this?" demanded Carly. 

"I'll explain to her how shocked I am. I couldn't believe that you had the audacity to just hop up and strip off in front of me. No, I don't know why you did it."

Carly was blushing and furious, embarrassed, but trying not to show it. She deliberately left her hands by her sides, disdaining to try to cover herself. In my opinion she was putting on an impressive show in an abominable situation and my respect for her rose. So did my desire.

"Now that you've had the audacity to humiliate me like this, may I have your permission to get dressed?" she asked. Such a sweet voice, she used. All honey, with the arsenic hidden away.

"For a start, no humiliation involved. How could there be with a body as fine as yours. Of course you can get dressed again, but that doesn't mean I'm giving you permission. I'd much rather you stayed like that so I can enjoy the view." 

She bent down and snatched up her clothes. 

"Chance would be a fine thing," she snapped. "If I did you'd promptly start getting the wrong idea."

"No such thing," I defended myself. "I've already got the right idea. Do you really need to rush to put those things back on? I'd much rather you just sat here for a few minutes and let me pet you."

"I'll bet. And I know where you would expect the petting to lead," she muttered, trying to untangle her panties from her yoga pants.

"Then it'll come as no surprise when it happens," I said. "So how about you sit here for a few minutes," patting my lap while I spoke. "If you don't like it we can always stop."

"Do you seriously mean you have the gall to tear off my clothes and then invite me to sit on your lap so you can molest me?"

"Audacity."

"What?"

"The word of the day is audacity, remember. You mean do I have the audacity to invite you to sit on my lap so I can properly appreciate your lovely curves. And the answer is yes, I do. For a start I want to find out if your breasts are as tasty as they look."

Carly was just standing there, clothes in her hand, looking at me as though she just couldn't believe what I was saying. I casually reached over, took her arm, and gently pulled her to me and down so she was sitting on my lap, still looking slightly stunned. 

I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly. I heard her sharp intake of breath but she didn't try to push me away. Satisfied that her nipple was nicely pointing I switched to her other breast.

For the next few minutes I played with her breasts, mouth or hands constantly teasing them, exciting them and Carly. For the time being I had no intention of exploring more sensitive areas. I was quite happy to let her get used to some enjoyable and only mildly naughty petting.

Soon enough my hand drifted down to her tummy, rubbing it lightly and wandering further afield. Down along the outside of her leg, across at the knee and then back up along the inside of her thigh. I could hear her breathing deepen slightly and her thigh was quivering. Before she could decide to let them drift further apart or, conversely, close them more tightly, my hand changed direction, drifting back down the inside of her other thigh, across at the knee and back up along her leg. 

Sliding across her lower tummy my hand slowed and then eased down to slide over her mons, fingers tangling in her curls. A little bit of massaging and kneading her mons, a final little tug on her curls and my hand drifted away again.

I kept on doing this, hand drifting down around and along her legs, approaching but never quite closing upon her mound. At the same time I kept up my attention to her breasts, keeping them tantalised and tense. 

It wasn't long before Carly's legs were drifting further apart, tacitly inviting me to touch her. The invitation was quietly ignored, and I could sense frustration creeping in. Her breathing was now a little ragged, and I was damn sure that when I did finally descend upon her pussy she would be hot and wet.

She managed to put one over on me. Carly had released her clothes, just letting them fall. I hadn't realised that she'd also released my zip until her hand slipped inside and sought confirmation that I was serious with my attentions. I damn near squeaked myself when her hand suddenly closed over me, stroking and squeezing.

Next time my hand drifted past her pussy it stopped and closed gently over her. That was all for the time being. Just cupping and holding, feeling the heat and the moisture starting to seep out. Carly jumped significantly when I touched her there. I could feel the little hand on my cock tighten and relax. 

After a few moments of my just cupping and holding her, Carly began to shift restlessly, wanting more. I still delayed, but finally started stroking her. I think I beat her having to ask by about a second at the most. 

Now I was upping the ante a little. My fingers were starting to probe deeper, exploring inside her, while my mouth was back on her breasts, kissing and sucking and tasting. I eased her down onto the couch and was half-sitting, half-lying next to her. She was hot and ready and all mine.

A gentle touch around her clitoris and Carly was ready to buck right off the couch. I'd already moved her legs further apart and was preparing to move between them when I heard the noise.

I looked out the window, noting that it was starting to rain. Little bells sounded inside me.

"Ah, Carly, it's starting to rain," I said softly.

She looked at me, bemused. 

"Rain means little children will get wet and not play in the park. Mummy will bring them home. Any moment now."

She was still looking bemused, but then what I said sank in. She sat up with a gasp, desperate for her clothes. Grabbing them she darted from the room and I heard the bathroom door slam.

Minutes later Carly emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, and my wife arrived home with the children.

Janet was quite pleased to see Carly and they fell to talking the way women do. Janet completely sympathised with Carly about how difficult her father was being. She'd had the same problems when she was eighteen, she said. I just relaxed, watched the football match, felt frustrated and had nasty thoughts about rain that picks the wrong time to fall.

Eventually Janet and I went and got changed, ready to go out. Carly managed to spend the rest of the afternoon without talking to me, but she did take a chance that offered and kicked me firmly in the shin. I yelped and then hurriedly blamed an inoffensive chest of drawers.

Janet and I went out and we had an enjoyable time. I was the driver, so I stuck to mocktails and water, while Janet relaxed and imbibed. Not to the point where she was drunk, but definitely merry. 

Driving home, the rain started again. The afternoon's rain had been merely the prelude. Now the storm really broke over us, with thunder and lightning, a howling wind and pouring rain. Thank god for garages with automatic doors that let you get inside nice and dry.

The first thing that Janet did when we got inside was lay down the law to Carly. There was no way she was going to be allowed to walk home in the storm. She could have me drive her or stay the night in the spare room.

I just innocently smiled and pointed out it was a really nasty storm but if she really wanted to go home I didn't mind taking her. From the look on Carly's face she had her own ideas of what I meant by taking her. She opted to spend the night in the guest room.

I put the kettle on and asked the girls if they wanted coffee. Janet turned it down in favour of going straight to bed, whereupon Carly also decided to give it a miss.

"OK," I said. "I'll just help Janet to bed. Why don't you go and get undressed and I'll fetch one of Janet's nighties for you to wear."

Janet was really starting to feel the alcohol now. By the time she was in bed she was dead to the world. She wasn't going to wake up before the morning, and even then, only reluctantly. I grabbed one of her nighties and wandered down to the guest room, whistling quietly.

The light was still on. I knocked softly and then opened the door. Carly was in bed, the blankets pulled up to her chin. 

"Leave the nightie on the bed, please," she said in a small voice. "I'll finish changing when you're gone."

How much finishing did she require, I wondered? I could see her yoga pants and t-shirt neatly folded at the end of the bed, and I was quite sure that there was something folded into her t-shirt.

I put the nightie on the bed, took the blankets and pulled them down. Carly resisted for a moment, hanging onto them, but they slipped out of her grasp and there she was, fully exposed and naked.

"Now where were we before the rain?" I asked softly.

"Nowhere. Go away. Janet will come."

I shook my head. Carly knew damn well if she'd remained dressed and just said no I'd have had to accept it. Instead she had stripped completely, got in bed and waited. With the light on.

"Janet is asleep and an earthquake wouldn't wake her. Your little cries of 'unhand me, you fiend,' will be completely unheard."

I placed a finger on the inside of her ankle and gently pressed. Carly just stared at me with big eyes while her legs parted at my gentle urging. Finger under her knee and gently lifting and Carly's knees rose, leaving her with thighs spread, wide open to my attentions.

Again I started by tasting her nipples, making sure they were erect and eager. After that my hand slid straight down between her parted thighs and, closing over her mound, I squeezed. 

It was pretty plain that I'd been correct in my assessment. I could feel the heat within her and a gentle probe found moisture. I teased her, building on the heat, stoking the fires of passion. I was moving a lot faster than I had during the afternoon, feeling a lot surer of my prey. This time Carly wanted to be caught.

Standing, I stripped. I thought it unfair that Carly was naked while I was still fully dressed. Carly was now staring at what, earlier, she had just felt. (Felt quite comprehensively, I might add.) She was also starting to look a little nervous.

"Would you like me to turn the lights out?"

"No," came a very small voice. "I want to see."

That was fine by me. I wanted to watch her while I took her. I had already determined that she wasn't a virgin, so there would no need to be especially gentle when I took her. Not that I intended to be rough – just firm.

I settled onto the bed, nestling between her thighs. Carly was breathing hard, looking down where my erection was now brushing against her. Before I could touch her a hand snaked down, covering her mound. Her fingers slowly separated, parting her lips, inviting me in.

I leaned closer, my cock brushing against her fingers as I probed her entrance. A gentle nudge eased me past her lips, with Carly withdrawing her hand, letting herself close around me. With that I pushed firmly forward. Carly gasped, pushing eagerly up to meet me.

Where in the hell did I get the idea that she was a bit nervous? Left to itself, my first firm thrust would have had me halfway home. Instead, Carly pushed up hard against me, resulting in me sliding fully into her, sheathing myself in her willing passage.

Then the fun started. I drove into her hard, pulling back and driving in again. Carly was making little noises, desperation in her voice as she pressed against me, pleading for more, wanting it harder and faster and just plain wanting it.

I rode her willing body, hitting so hard that she was visibly jolted each time I drove home. Her legs came up and closed around me, helping to pull me deeper, faster. Her hands clung to me and I took her on a voyage of delightful discovery. 

My problem was that she felt so delightful I just wanted to let rip, pounding her hard and pleasing myself with no regard to her needs. Common sense and courtesy to others were battling an uphill task compared to the feeling of her passage against my cock. I was sweating with the effort I made to restrain myself, while all the time pressing urgently into her.

Somehow I managed to establish a rhythm that allowed me to build on her excitement, passion, and lust, without spilling my own seed too fast. Holding on to that rhythm I proceeded to enjoy myself while slowly driving Carly out of her mind.

Mind you, I was thinking I might lose my own mind the way I was going, sliding back and forth, my cock in her vaginal passage, constantly rubbing, rousing and goading me. The rubbing and the rousing I could deal with fine. The relentless goading of my cock saying 'go on, do her a favour and really let rip,' was so tempting, teasing my baser desires.

I fought hard, but slowly but surely the tempo increased. Not that Carly was complaining or, if she was, she wasn't making those complaints known. There again, it's hard to make anything out of a series of squeaks, squeals, groans and appeals to god, although she certainly sounded sincere.

It did occur to me that maybe the increased tempo of her squeals, and the higher pitches that they seemed to be reaching, might be an indication that she was nearing her climax, so with a great effort of will I managed to slow things down a little.

Oddly enough this didn't seem to please Carly, as there seemed to be a new note of desperation in her voice. I considered this carefully. After all, I wouldn't want to rush the girl into a hurried climax. Deciding that it was either hurry up and help her to a climax or risk being murdered while I took her, I started making my end run.

The suddenly increased tempo rendered Carly speechless, except for a long drawn out, "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah," as I hammered home. Each gasped sound seemed to be drawn out longer and at a higher pitch than the previous one, then they just ran into a high pitched squeal as she came apart under me, her climax finally making itself known.

So did mine. I pumped into her with great gusto, my balls thankful for the release. All too soon it was over and I was lying next to her, spent.

I might have been spent but I was still aware of my surroundings. Can't say the same for Carly. She just lay there with a dazed expression on her face. But it was also a happy and contented expression, please note. She was just staring at the ceiling, then her eyes closed and she slept.

I slid off the bed and moved the blankets over her, tucking her in. Then I grabbed my clothes, switched out the light and headed for my own bed.

I was just sliding in when Janet suddenly sat up and looked at me.

"If you've been screwing Carly," she said, "you had better have done a good job of it. I'm not losing a sitter just because you gave her a lousy fuck."

Then she slumped down in the bed, sound asleep. I wondered if she'd remember the incident in the morning.



BabySitter Available



Daniella is my name, Dani to my friends. I'm nineteen (just), blonde with brown eyes (I'd rather have blue or green – green would be nice), a nice figure (especially where my bust is concerned), and I'm a little on the petite side (height challenged). 

I'm as virginal as the next girl and as she's probably nineteen you can make your own guess as to what that means. I also have a boyfriend. Um, I'd better clarify that last bit. I have a new boyfriend who may remain my boyfriend if he learns not to be quite so pushy in certain matters. I'll decide when we're ready to move onto the next stage of our relationship, thank you very much. He might consider the next stage just a small step but I don't, so he can keep his hands in his pocket and play with himself, not me.

I am gainfully employed as a Help Desk consultant. Boy, I could tell you some stories about some of our customers. If idiocy was contagious over the phone I'd be in the loony-bin by now. I also have a side-line of baby-sitting for a few people, mainly people I've sat for previously who don't want to get a new sitter. I'll probably drop the sitting entirely over the next year.

I was currently doing a gig for Margaret and Andrew Denton. She's a toffee nosed bitch but he's nice. How the two of them ever hooked up I'll never know. How they managed to have two kids is also a mystery. I guess it shows she was nice to him at least twice in her life. Fortunately, the kids take after him, not her, which is the only reason I'm still agreeing to sit for them.

I fronted up at the Denton's on time and was very quickly reminded why I'd been in two minds about accepting this job. Margaret is just too condescending for words. She's hiring me to watch her kids for a few hours, not reducing me to serfdom forever and a day. This was definitely the last time I'd sit for her. 

She and Andrew departed, him smiling and thanking me for coming, her looking through me as though I wasn't there. After that the kids and I settled down for some serious fun-time before I packed them off to bed.

It was after midnight when the Denton's returned and I was rather sleepy. Andrew noticed and suggested that I have a cup of coffee before I left, to keep me awake on the road. Margaret just sniffed and told Andrew that she was going to bed and he should take care not to wake her when he came up. (I could have sworn I heard Andrew mutter, "I never do," but politely ignored the comment.)

First things first, Andrew paid me my fee. He's always very conscientious about that, paying the agreed amount per hour. Some clients used to argue about how long an hour was and how part hours don't count and generally try to stiff me on my fee. They never lasted long as clients. Who needs the hassle?

It was a fairly hot night and I had dressed accordingly, keeping in mind that I'd be playing with children. I had tights in some fairly incandescent colours and a loose t-shirt. I mention this because of what happened next.

Andrew made the coffee and we had it sitting around the kitchen table, Andrew telling me about the show they'd seen. After the coffee we both got to our feet and it was only natural for me to help pick up the coffee things and put them on the kitchen sink. I was turning away from the sink after putting the mugs there and Andrew was turning away from the cupboard after putting the sugar and coffee away. 

So we bumped into each other. It happens. People bump into each other all the time. The problem was that Andrew's hand was still raised from closing the cupboard and when we bumped it was at the same height as my breast, resulting in Andrew suddenly holding a handful of breast. (Quite a nice handful, too, even if I do say so myself.) 

I was blushing madly and we hastily moved apart. I didn't dare say anything. Andrew looked a little flustered as well.

"Ah, look, sorry about that," he said, and then he got this odd look on his face.

"You know something, Dani," he said. "I'm not sorry at all. Your breast felt very nice. Excuse me while I make sure."

Loose t-shirt, remember. His hands (yes, both of them) slid up under my t-shirt and closed over my breasts and he kneaded them gently through my bra. A bra, which I might mention, was just a flimsy slip on-bra, me not really needing much support for my bust. Not yet, anyway.

"Yes," he said slowly. "Very nice."

I was now blushing madly and hastily stepping back, wondering what I'd do if he started chasing me. He didn't though, just stood there smiling, as though it was perfectly natural to grab a girls breasts.

"Mr Denton!" I exclaimed, not knowing what else to say.

"Mr Denton, is it? It's always been Andrew up until now."

"Andrew never grabbed," I pointed out and he laughed.

"Well, now that I've felt them, and can appreciate how fine they are, will you please show them to me?"

I'm like, "What?"

"Show then to me. I really would like to see them. Just lift up your top and bra and let me see what felt so wonderful."

"Do you seriously think I'd even consider such a thing?" 

I mean, seriously, what did he think I was?

"Actually, yes," he said. "You have a fine natural asset there. What harm can there be in showing me?"

I bit my lip, considering. Should I or shouldn't I. Stupid question. Obviously I shouldn't. The real question was would I or wouldn't I? Did I have the nerve to flash my breasts at him? I swallowed nervously and decided that I did.

Having made up my mind I acted quickly before I could chicken out. Blushing furiously I hoisted up the front of my t-shirt, lifting my bra away from my breasts at the same time. 

"Yesss," said Andrew, almost hissing the word. "Do you know you have the most perfect nipples I've ever seen?"

To emphasise this fact the rotten swine raised his hands and place a finger gently on each nipple, rolling them around slightly. I could feel them stiffening under his touch and I'm surprised my face didn't catch fire it felt so hot.

I started to bring my top back down but he was faster. He caught my hands and continued lifting, baring me from the waist up. He tossed my things on the table and I immediately put on a hand-bra.

He laughed at me. Then he took my hands and placed them at my side, his eyes on my breasts the entire time. One hand slid around behind me to stop me backing away and his mouth came down and sucked lightly on one nipple before crossing over to treat the other one the same way.

"Um, I think that's far enough, Andrew," I said quickly. "You're a married man."

"And a lot Margaret would care if she came in," he replied. "She'd probably tell me to keep the noise down and thank you for keeping me away from her."

(Like I thought. Two kids because she'd been nice to him twice.)

His hands were back on my breasts, lightly rubbing them, getting a very good feel for them.

"Ah, I really should be getting my things back on and going home."

"No. What you should be doing is taking the rest of your things off so I can see you properly," Andrew countered.

"In your dreams," I muttered. 

"Already seen you there," he said cheerfully. "Now I'm going to see if the rest of you stacks up to my imagination. Somehow I think I'll find my imagination has been falling short of your perfection."

"I am not taking my tights off," I repeated.

"You don't have to. It will be my pleasure to do that for you."

"Andrew," I protested as his hands reached for my tights. I got there first and held onto them.

"Don't make such a fuss," he said. "I'm just going to peel them off you so I can see you. I'm not going to jump you, if that's what you're worried about."

"I didn't think you would," I lied quickly. "The thought never crossed my mind."

"Well, it crossed mine, I assure you. Now that it's come back I have to admit that it seems a very good idea. Mmm. I've changed my mind. Once your tights and panties are gone I think I will jump you. I think I'll like that very much."

I have to say that set me back a bit. He was blatantly saying that as soon as he got my tights off he was going to make love to me, which made it incomprehensible that I should let go my death-grip on my waist-band and let him draw my things down. 

Just like that I was naked apart from a fierce blush. He'd even taken off my sandals with my tights. He stepped back a little and looked at me and I mean he really looked, taking in every inch of my body. He stepped forward again and his hand was resting on my mons, his thumb tracing little circles on it.

"Somehow I just knew you shaved here," he said. "Looking at you like this just goes to show that nature works miracles."

His hand wasn't staying where he'd initially placed it. It was going exploring, tracing my soft parts, rubbing and tantalising my flesh. The trouble was, although I wasn't exactly a virgin, I didn't know what he wanted me to do, so all I could do was stand there while his hands wandered and heat started building up inside me. 

Did I say started building up? I was already feeling all hot and bothered, I found, and what Andrew was doing was just adding to it. My knees felt weak and I found I had backed up to the kitchen table. I put my hands behind me, using them to help support myself.

Andrew finally took a step back from me. Looking down at myself I was quite sure my whole body was flushed. My whole body was certainly feeling the heat. I looked back at Andrew and found my eyes opening wider. He'd dropped his trousers and he was ready for action.

I couldn't believe I was letting this happen. I'd slapped down my boyfriend (would-be boyfriend, that is) for a lot less that Andrew was doing, and I was still just standing there (leaning against the table, trying not to collapse onto the floor) knowing what Andrew intended to do next. A blind woman would know what Andrew intended, it was that obvious.

I wanted to say no, honest I did. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Andrew was moving closer and his hand slipped between my legs again, followed closely by his erection. I could feel him rubbing against my lips, coaxing them apart, and then his erection was there, taking advantage of the space he'd provided.

I gasped as I felt him starting to push into me. I'll admit it was a gentle start, but it kept on coming. It wasn't a case of push and a boastful 'look what I'm doing', and then push again. It was more of a long continuous thrust that slowly penetrated me to the max. He was moving slowly enough for me to adjust and accept him but far too fast for me to change my mind. (Not that I was going to change my mind. I'd been mentally shouting NO before my tights were off and I was still shouting it. Not that a mental shout had any impact on what was going on. It was just a way of telling myself that I wasn't really doing this. Someone else had control of my body and was acting like a tart.)

Andrew's groin was rubbing against me at the same time as his hands closed over my breasts. Then he started on me. His cock would pull back and come hammering in while his hands would squeeze my breasts, rubbing my nipples. Then my breasts were released and I could feel Andrew drawing back and then cock and hands would attack again.

There was this wonderful sensation of his hard, hot, cock rasping against my passage as it charged in, then lesser effects as it pulled back. To balance it there was the excitement from my breasts sending pulses of pleasure into me at the same time as his cock drove home. I was pushing hard against him as he came in, wanting him deeper, wanting him to come in harder and faster. My mental shout of NO was now a not so mental mouthing of Oh, Oh, Oh my god.

It was a strange dichotomy. Andrew seemed to be in a hurry, banging into me at a great rate, but at the same time he wasn't in a hurry, drawing out the whole thing endlessly. Not that I was complaining. Um, not that I was in a state where I'd be able to complain, for that matter, as I was just awash in a world of sensation as he continued to take me.

He went on and on. I could feel him with every inch of my body. He'd just taken me over and I was his to do with as he wished, and he was doing it with pleasure. He'd thrust into me and I'd push to meet him, hating to feel him withdraw, wanting him back inside me immediately. He was slowly but surely driving me out of my tiny mind.

When he finally wound up I wasn't prepared for it. He just seemed to increase his speed a tiny bit, but it was a tiny bit too much as far as I was concerned and I climaxed. He did, too, and he was plastered against me, mouth on mine, swallowing any cries I might have made, hands on my breasts, cock beating a frantic tattoo inside me as he jerked and pressed against me.

You know, somehow I wasn't too sure what happened after that. By the time I was thinking clearly again I was dressed and in my car, driving home. Two things stood out in my mind. One was my decision to not sit for Margaret ever again. I'd made that decision while of clear head and calm mind. Well, anyway, I decided that when I arrived and she was at her snooty best. Enough is enough, after all. 

The second thing that stood out was that I'd told Andrew that yes, I would be happy to sit for them next Saturday. That agreement had been reached while I was slumped back against the kitchen table, trying to work out what the hell had happened. I'm fairly sure any decisions made post-coitus are not legally binding. I'd call and tell them I couldn't make it. Sometime, but I'd definitely call. I was sure of it.



BabySitter Bet



You hear of people being assaulted but you always think it won't happen to you. You wouldn't put yourself in that sort of a situation. They must have done something that caused the assault, led the man on, dressed provocatively, been at the wrong place at the wrong time.

We tend to have a subconscious tendency to blame the victim. After all, it wouldn't happen to us, now would it?

It turned out that it would, and in circumstances that I still find a bit shocking. 

I started babysitting when I was sixteen and have been doing it for nearly four years. Even when I wasn't of legal age I learned to be careful of the husbands, brothers and boyfriends of the women I sat for. Quite a few didn't care about age limits and had wandering hands, but I became quite adept at avoiding them. 

After I became legal age I permitted my boyfriend to broaden my education, shall we say, and a very interesting education it was. For all that, I still trod warily around the various husbands, etcetera, attached to the mothers who hired me. If anything, I was even more careful after I knew what they were on about.

In other words, I wasn't leading anyone on, or dressing provocatively, or finding myself in the wrong place at the wrong time, like being alone with a horny husband. Hell, I wouldn't even sit for single fathers.

This particular night I'd been sitting for Bill and Sonya Thorndyke. They were one of my more regular customers and I'd never had any trouble at their place. The kids were reasonably well behaved and I got along fine with them. Sonya was nice and Bill kept his hands to himself which was always a plus. Someone told me once that they had a bit of a reputation for being swingers when at parties, but they'd always seemed eminently respectable to me. 

When the Thorndyke's got back from wherever they'd been they were arguing as they entered the house. Not a vicious argument, by any means, but a difference of opinion about something. Whatever they were discussing they broke it off when they walked into the front room.

Sonya suddenly gave a giggle.

"OK, Bill," she said. "Here's your chance. If I'm right you have to get me a new pair of shoes."

"And if you're wrong what do I get?" Bill asked her.

"Same thing you'll get if I'm right. There's only one real way for you to find out, and once started I expect you'll want to complete the job."

Bill looked at Sonya and laughed.

"OK. You're on," he told her, and then turned to speak to me.

"Suzy, do me a favour will you. I want you to stand on this side of this armchair and reach across it and hold Sonya's hands."

Puzzled, I did so. Why wouldn't I? It was a reasonable request, even if slightly odd. I leaned over the chair and took Sonya's hands and she took a firm grip on mine.

Just how firm a grip I found when Bill promptly reached up my skirt, took hold of my tights and started pulling them down, hooking onto my panties on the way. I squealed and tried to pull away but found myself trapped by Sonya's grasp. By the time I worked this out Bill was pulling my tights, panties and shoes right off.

The next I knew he was unzipping my skirt and undoing the button and it was heading down to join my other things, leaving me half naked. And the wrong half, for that matter. Losing my top would have been a lot easier to deal with.

"What are you trying to do," I wailed, trying to pull loose from Sonya, but she had a grip like a pair of clamps.

"We have a little bet going," Sonya explained. "Bill has the crazy idea that you're still a virgin and I told him he had rocks on his head. He's going to check. If I'm right, he has to buy me a new pair of shoes."

I was still struggling. Even harder now as Bill was pushing up my top and had already undone my bra. My voice was probably a bit muffled as my top was being pulled over my head, but I managed to ask why was he taking off my top and I was pointing out that all they had to do was ask me.

"Bill thinks that we couldn't really trust you to tell us honestly. He reckons that you'll just say whatever you think we want to hear, and he's probably right. So Bill's going to check in person, so to speak. Don't worry. It won't take long."

Somehow or other, after my top and bra had been lifted over my head and pushed down my arms, Sonya managed to complete their removal without really letting go of my arms, leaving me completely naked. Talk about embarrassing.

"This is indecent assault," I protested. "And why did you have to strip me completely just for Bill to touch me up?"

"Oh, Bill prefers his women to be completely naked before he touches them up," said Sonya, giggling, making me wonder just how tipsy she was.

So I stood there, naked, bent over the chair slightly with Sonya holding my wrists while Bill started rubbing my pussy. I squirmed and tried to move away from him. What the hell did he think he was doing, anyway. It should only take him a moment to get an answer to his question.

I pointed out that all he had to do was take a quick look, blast him, but Bill just kept on rubbing me and squeezing my pussy. It was almost a relief when he finally parted my lips and slid a couple of fingers inside me. 

I felt Bill's fingers rubbing inside me, slowly pushing into my vaginal passage, agitating it and forcing it to open further to give him room. I was busy protesting again, pointing out that he now knew the state of my virginity as his fingers would have let him know the full story.

He just laughed and kept on massaging me. Finally he took his fingers out and I relaxed.

"I hope you're satisfied," I snapped.

"Relax, Suzy," said Sonya. "He hasn't really made his proper check yet. He's about to do that now."

What did she mean, hadn't made his proper check? Just how much checking was required? I found out when I felt my lips being eased apart again, and it wasn't a couple of fingers pushing their way in.

I formally protested what he was doing. From memory, the immediate conversation, or my contribution to it, went something like this.

"What the fuck? Ahh! Take that out. Loud squeal. Don't! You can't do this. Oh my god! Stop. This is rape, you know? Cut it out. Ahh! Another loud squeal. Stop it, please. You can't do this to me. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Another loud squeal. Just how big is that thing, damn it? Will you just stop? A final loud squeal."

That last loud squeal was occasioned by Bill giving one last hard push and finally banging his cock all the way into me. At this stage, Sonya let go my hands and stood back. Not that that really freed up my hands. I had to use them to brace myself against the chair.

"Well, I hope you're satisfied," I said rather bitterly. "Now you know for sure I'm not a virgin. Can I get dressed now?"

I know. I was hopelessly naïve. Sonya just laughed at my request.

"Don't be silly, Suzy," she chided me. "Now that Bill's started you have to expect him to want to finish properly."

Bill's arms came around me and his hands closed over my breasts. At the same time I could feel his cock moving out of me, but I didn't put any faith in my hope that he was taking it out. Fortunately, as he stopped, squeezed my breasts, and came charging back into me. 

Of course I protested and of course my protest was ignored. Not that my protest was very coherent. It's hard to formulate a sentence when there's a cock inside you and even harder to speak it.

What I wanted to say was 'if you don't stop immediately I'll have you charged with rape'.

What I actually said was, "If you don't aah immediately I'll eeeeee you charged with ohhh my gooood." 

Bill was busy pounding away at my pussy while his hands were plaguing my breasts. Even worse, from my point of view, was the fact that I was responding to his vigorous assault upon my body. My bottom was lifting and pushing back to meet him every time he lunged into me. My nipples were as hard as stones and I could practically feel my breasts swelling as Bill mauled them.

I was being well and truly fucked and my body was just lapping it up like a cat at the cream. Oddly enough, even the knowledge that Bill's wife was watching him take me added a fillip to the occasion. I mean, I was being taken by another woman's man and there was nothing she could do about it. By itself, I found that a bit of a turn on. You just wait, I found myself thinking. The next time he goes to bed with you, you're going to be wondering if he's thinking about me. And serve you right.

Bill kept going and going. If I'd given any consideration to the matter, which naturally I hadn't, I'd probably have said he's an old man, and I'm young. He'll probably get all excited and blow his load real quick. On second consideration I'd have had to admit that early thirties isn't that old. And while he showed plenty of signs of excitement (an erection doesn't grow to that size without being plenty excited) he showed no signs of blowing his load.

He banged me. And then he banged me some more. Honestly, I was starting to wonder if I could last the distance. I was gasping and panting, feeling as if I was running in a marathon with no end in sight. And there was his cock, eagerly urging me onward and upward.

I was babbling now, and I have no idea what I was saying. Whatever it was, it appeared to encourage Bill and he started hitting me harder than ever. I couldn't believe it. Move over energizer bunny, you have a competitor.

I could hear myself moaning and my eyes were starting to glaze over when Bill finally gave one last hearty thrust and turned a fire-hose loose inside me. I screamed and my orgasm grabbed me and bolted, leaving my intelligence scattered somewhere behind it. I mean, I just lost it and flaked out.

When I was once again with the land of the living I found myself sitting in the chair that I'd just been bent over. Still naked. Sonya had pulled the coffee table closer and was actually pouring some for me. Bill was calmly sipping at his own cup. I couldn't believe the gall of these people.

I gulped, but spoke up defiantly.

"You know I'm going to have you charge with rape," I said.

Sonya just smiled at me and passed me the coffee.

"No, you won't," she said. "First, you won't want to go to all that trouble and let everyone know what happened. Just too embarrassing. Second, I'll swear blind that you consented and are just claiming rape because you want more money. Third, the last half of your little effort is on my camera, and it shows you performing very enthusiastically." 

What could I say? She was right about me not telling anyone. Have then look at me and wonder what I did to deserve it? Not bloody likely. I dismissed the second point, as I'm sure the cops would have as well. The third point was a different kettle of fish. At the start I was definitely wriggling and protesting, but at the end I'd been squealing and humping Bill just as eagerly as he'd been taking me. If that was on film. . .

I decided to call it quits and just maintained a dignified silence while I drank my coffee. Mind you, it's hard to look dignified when you suddenly remember you're the only one naked in the room.



BabySitter Bingo



It was a hot mucky night the night I had to sit for Andrea Wilson. She, lucky devil, would be sitting in an air conditioned hall playing bingo while I was sweltering at her house with just a fan. She really needs to get air conditioning. Her husband, Ron, was on a business trip and was probably relaxing in an air conditioned hotel bar with a drink in his hand. And I slowly cooked.

I'd put the kids down but they were restless and I didn't blame them. I wasn't really surprised when the baby started crying. He was wet and uncomfortable, so I changed him, cooing sweetly to him to calm him down.

The little beast promptly christened me in the middle of the change. You know the routine. Nappy off and squirt goes the little brute, all over me. I put on his new nappy, chucked him in his cot and he just rolled over and went to sleep, his work done. 

I wiped down the change table and headed towards the bathroom. I always have a change of clothes when I go sitting, just for occasions like this. A long cool shower and I was feeling heaps better. I finally hopped out and started drying of when there's this call of, "Chrissy".

Little Madeline had woken up. Not wanting her to wake the baby I just wrapped the towel around myself and rushed into her bedroom.

"I'm thirsty," complained Madeline. "Can I have a drink, Crissy, and why are you wearing a towel?"

"I had to change you brother and he squirted me," I said. "I'll get you a glass of water."

Madeline nodded.

"He does that. Mummy says he does it deliberately because the little bastard is male and they always piss on women, and then she got mad at me when I asked Daddy if he pisses on Mummy."

"Um, yes, well I'll just get your water."

I shot through to the kitchen and came back with her drink. Madeline drank in, passed me the glass, smiled and fell asleep, just like that. 

I took the glass back to the kitchen, snagging the towel in the bedroom door as I closed it, and finished up walking back to the kitchen with the glass in one hand and dragging the towel behind me in the other.

I dumped the glass in the sink and turned around to head back to the bathroom to get my clothes and Mr Wilson was standing there, looking me over.

And I mean really looking me over. I could practically feel his eyes wandering up and down my body. And what was he doing here anyway? 

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "You're supposed to be in an air conditioned hotel somewhere, enjoying a nice drink."

"I wish," he said. "The trip finished early and I do live here so. . .

Where's Andrea? No, don't tell me. Bingo night."

"Bingo!" I said grinning. 

Would you believe that for some reason I'd forgotten I was naked? I sure remembered fast enough when Mr Wilson took a couple of steps towards me and grabbed my boobs. 

Actually, I'm doing him an injustice when I say that. His hands reached up and touched my breasts alright, but he didn't grab them. He wasn't really groping me. Well, I suppose he was in a way, but it was very nicely done.

His fingertips just seemed to graze my breasts, a real featherlike touch. Even when he touched my nipples it was more like a cool breeze blowing on them than a man actually feeling them. 

That didn't mean that I wasn't aware of his touch. I think I was more aware of that gentle sliding of fingers across my sensitive breasts than I have been when my boyfriend had been holding them firmly and fondling them. I could practically feel my breasts swelling in anticipation of more touches and my nipples were popping right out, reaching for him.

I hurriedly backed up, stepping out of reach, but Mr Wilson just moved with me, and then I couldn't move back any more because I could feel the kitchen bench behind me. I instinctively put my hands on the bench to brace myself. 

Mr Wilson took a step back and I thought he would apologise and let me run to the bathroom, but he just stood there for a moment, looking at me leaning back against the bench, blatantly admiring my figure. Then he stepped towards me again and I was tensing for his hands to touch me when he bent down and sucked on my nipple. 

I was trying to find words of protest but all I could come up with was a slightly shocked sounding, "Mr Wilson".

All he did was switch to my other breast, tasting it. His mouth dragged back and forth across my breasts, dropping little kisses on them, stopping every now and then to suck on my nipples, keeping them nicely erect. And wet. He also liked to blow on them and watch me cringe slightly from the coldness of his breath on wet nipple.

I didn't really think I was in any danger of being ravished until I felt his hand closing over my mound. My eyes must have popped wide and I know I gasped out another shocked, "Mr Wilson".

He started off with that terrible feather touch of his. I could only just feel his fingers brushing against me, but I was most terribly aware of it. I could tell at every instant exactly where each of his fingertips were. He ran one finger along my pussy, dipping between my thighs and tracing my slit to the end.

I was shocked to realise I was standing with my legs spread and hastened to pull them together. I know I sent the signal from my brain to close them, but somehow they didn't get the message. They stayed just the way they were, letting Mr Wilson work his magic.

I quickly realised that ravishment could be scratched from my possible fate if, by ravishment, you mean rape. However, if seduction was the name of the game, then ravishment was well and truly back on the board. I could feel heat welling up inside me and that heat must have been causing some heavy internal sweating, because I was wet.

Mr Wilson's gentle touch was now getting more determined. His fingers were firmly kneading my pussy, massaging, pushing past my lips and sensing the softness of my inner flesh. 

His hand drew away for a moment and then it was back. I could feel his fingers spreading my lips, wanting to get past them. I refused to look at what was happening, just staring at Mr Wilson, still not really understanding what I was permitting. And I was permitting it. I hadn't put up any resistance, just gone with the flow. All I could do was put it down to the hot night and being caught naked.

My eyes opened even wider as I found why Mr Wilson had been easing my lips apart. That was no finger that was pushing past them and into me. A third shocked, "Mr Wilson," passed my lips, but that was all the resistance I gave.

I wasn't a virgin. I knew what was happening and I had, I suppose, been waiting for it to happen. What took me by surprise was the way it was happening. You get a young lad, and I have to admit the only boyfriends I'd had had been about my age, and they were not very experienced. As far as they were concerned, once you get going you just stick it in quick, before she changes her mind.

Mr Wilson just sort of eased himself into me. Once he'd opened the door, so to speak, he just strolled in, taking his time. He still totally nailed me with one thrust, but it was a careful placement, gently making sure everything was ready for him as he came, giving me time to get ready to meet him.

I'd never experienced anything like this before. I was aware he had pushed past my lips and then I was just horrifically aware that he was just taking me over, getting bigger and bigger inside me, not obviously pushing in but just seeming to be there. And more and more of him seemed to be there with each passing second. I just seemed to be full of cock.

The only way I knew that he was finally all there was because I could feel his hairy groin pressing against my mons. I like to be clean shaven, so when he finally filled me I could feel all his pubes tickling my mons. And I mean tickling. He seemed to move in a subtle way, and I'll swear he was deliberately making those hairs brush against me, letting me know he was there. Ha! As if I couldn't tell. I hated to even guess at how big his weapon was.

By this stage I was breathing hard, my breasts were feeling super sensitive and Mr Wilson was starting to educate my pussy in the ways and wiles of a man. His hands were back on my breasts, his touch firmer but just as maddening, sending excitement rippling through me. And his cock started moving.

Very slowly at first, he dragged it back along my passage, my body clinging slightly as if to say don't go. Then he was back, surging gently forward, a soft but compelling movement. I was pushing to meet him right from the start. I couldn't have stopped myself if I'd wanted to, but who would want to resist that? 

He just went on and on, gently swaying against me, and I happily moved in time to his gentle demands. I couldn't even guess when his gentle demands became more forceful. They just were, but by then I was conditioned to obey and I went with him, pressing eagerly against him.

Hours seemed to pass while Mr Wilson ravished my body, hours when I was his to command. My world consisted of his cock inside me, pleasuring me, and his hands on my breasts, teasing me. Mainly, I will admit, his cock, as it surged into me and then beat a slow retreat, only to surge forth again as surely as the next wave on the beach.

There was a storm behind those waves. His cock was coming in faster, harder, seeming to be bigger and bigger. He was crashing into me, and I could feel the storm raging inside me. It was clashing with his driving need and ready to sweep down on me and tear me away.

Then I could feel the waves inside me, hot and wet, surging deep within me and my own storm erupted and just blew me away, lost in the turmoil.

When I recovered Mr Wilson was just standing there, my towel in his hand.

"I believe you were on the way to the bathroom," he said, handing me the towel.

I took it and continued my interrupted journey, although my legs were feeling distinctly wobbly. I had another shower and this time I managed to get dried and dressed without incident.

Mr Wilson was in the front room watching a game. He just casually nodded as I came in. Maybe he makes a habit of seducing the babysitter. It sure didn't seem to have affected him in any way.

"I must," he suddenly said, "make a note not to invite the boys around for poker when you're sitting for us. Too distracting for words, the way you wander around."

"The baby wet me," I protested. "I was having a shower and Madeline wanted me."

"So did I," he said. "So did I."



BabySitter Birthday Present



Hi. I'm Kylie. I'm a babysitter and quite a good one. I've been doing it since I was fifteen and I'm pushing twenty now. Yeah, I know. Not exactly an antique yet but, I swear, watching after some of those little horrors puts years on your age. And that's just the fathers. 

Mrs Willis is one of my regular customers. She's got two little kids, cute as buttons. Mr Willis is what they call a handsome man. The reason they call him that is because if you don't watch him like a hawk his hands are somewhere on you.

Of course, Mrs Willis is aware of his tendency to go the grope and she keeps him under control. She's a sweetheart, but very easy going where her husband is concerned. 

Don't get me wrong. Mr Willis is really a very nice man. He has a nice personality and a great sense of humour. It's just that he also has a very active libido. He comes across as a very sexy man.

When I say he goes the grope, I don't mean that he tries to grab you by the privates. He's much more refined than that. It's just that you'll suddenly become aware that your boobs are pressing against his arm, or you've somehow backed your bottom up against his crotch. 

And it never seems to be his fault. I'm not sure how he manages it. The first few times I found myself apparently pressing my body against his unresisting self I actually thought it was my fault and apologised. I soon learnt better, of course.

Nowadays when I sit for them it's like a friendly contest. I avoid getting groped and politely don't notice that he's trying. Mind you, a couple of times I've let him get away with it. Last year he even went so far as to cup one of my boobs and give it a little squeeze. It was his birthday, that day, which is why I let him get away with it.

I will tell you one thing about him. The first time I seemed to bump my bum up against his crotch, he had an erection. I didn't recognise it at the time, innocent little thing that I was, but I distinctly remember that he had something very large and hard in his trousers when I bumped him. I have to confess that now I'm older I've sometimes wondered just how large and hard it really was.

Anyway, I'm sitting for them again tonight. They're going out for dinner and a show to celebrate Mr Willis's birthday. You never know, I just might let him have a slight feel for a birthday present. Just kidding.

- - - 

By eight thirty that night the Willis's were long gone, the kids were in bed and asleep and I was settled in front of the TV, sending messages via my phone and keeping an eye on Facebook. Sometimes, babysitting is a breeze. 

A few hours later the Willis's rocked up and I was ready to head on home. Before I went I agreed to have a cup of coffee with them and shortly after that I was sitting at the kitchen table with Mr Willis next to me while Mrs Willis made the coffee.

I don't know how that man manages it. I had intended to sit at the end of the table but somehow or other I found myself sitting between Mr Willis and the wall at the end of the table. Now, normally, this wouldn't worry me, but tonight for some reason Mr Willis was really feeling his oats. 

I'd no sooner settled down at the table than his hand was on my knee and sliding higher. I was giggling a little as I fended him off, but I'd never known him to be this blatant about looking for a friendly touch before.

There was a little bit of hand-play going on under the table while Mrs Willis made the coffee and then Mr Willis broke it off. Or so I thought. His hand rubbed up my back, paused when it reached my bra and unclipped it. My boyfriend has trouble undoing my bra even when my top's off and I'm cooperating. Mr Willis flicked it open in nothing flat, working through my top.

I couldn't really go into the contortions needed to re-clip it, so I had to sit there with my bra loose and my face red. Mr Willis started playing handsies again, trying to slide his hand up my skirt and I admit I pushed him away a bit smarter this time.

He was laughing at me and he moved his hands alright. He moved them up to my waistband and pulled my top out at the back of my skirt and ran his hand up my back. For a moment I thought he was going to be a gentleman and do my bra up. Big mistake. 

While I hesitated, Mr Willis slipped his hand around to the front and had hold of one of my boobs before I even knew what he intended. OK. It was his birthday. For a moment I let him cup it and rub his thumb across my nipple. Then I was grabbing his arm and pulling it down and away.

He let me, of course. What I shouldn't have done however, was push his hand back onto his lap. When I did that he twisted his hand, caught mine, and held it against his crotch. This time I knew perfectly well what my hand was pressing against. And a quick estimate told me that my memory of what it was like was faulty. It seemed even larger than I'd thought.

That's when Mrs Willis finally produced the coffee and I was able to get my hands up on the table and away from things I wasn't supposed to be touching.

I nearly choked on that coffee. I was just taking a mouthful when Mr Willis just pushed my skirt up and slipped his hand between my legs. I managed to put the cup down without dropping and hastily hauled his hand away from there. 

That was one of the fastest cups of coffee I'd ever drunk. Then I was pushing back my chair and saying as I had to be going. 

All I can say is that that man can do the sneakiest things without me noticing it. The zip to my skirt was at the side, right next to him. Somehow he'd managed to undo it. When I stood up he just flicked open the button and my skirt just went with the flow of gravity, straight down leaving me with a pair of frilly little panties.

What really set me back then was that Mr Willis just hooked onto my panties and pulled them down as well. I couldn't believe it. How could he do something like that with his wife sitting right there across the table from him?

Naturally I squealed when my panties went south and I appealed to Mrs Willis.

"Can you please tell Mr Willis to leave my clothes alone," I pleaded.

Mrs Willis looked a little startled. 

"Oh, we haven't told you yet, have we?" she said.

I was standing there with my skirt pooled around my feet and my panties down around my knees and Mrs Willis apparently had thought of something they'd forgotten to tell me. Where were the woman's priorities?

"You see, dear," said Mrs Willis, "I asked Bob what he wanted for a birthday present and he said he'd like to screw you ragged. Well, I know Bob likes the occasional extra and I thought, you're a nice girl, why not? So I told him if he wanted to he could have you on his birthday. Effectively, you could say he's in the process of unwrapping his birthday present," Mrs Willis finished happily.

I felt slightly stunned. I was to be his birthday present?

"It didn't occur to you that I might want to have a say in this decision of yours?" I asked.

"Well, dear, I was going to tell you, but Bob said not to bother. It would be a pleasant surprise for you. He's mentioned how you find him attractive but held back out of respect for me, which is very thoughtful of you, dear. A lot of modern girls don't worry about things like that."

The woman was certifiable, I swear it. 

"Well, if it's all the same to you," I said, "I think I'll continue to forego the pleasure of his company. Will you stop that!"

That last bit was addressed to Mr Willis. While I was talking I was trying to pull my panties up and Mr Willis was stopping me. Stopping, hell. He now had them down around my ankles, and when I bent down to grab them he slipped a hand behind me and you can just guess where he poked me. Suffice it to say I stood back up in a hurry, leaving my panties lie.

Mrs Willis was shaking her head. 

"Bob said that you would pretend to be reluctant, even though there's no reason to be, but not to worry about it. He said he'll just ignore your maidenly protests and take you good and proper. So I'm going to bed, now. You two enjoy yourselves."

With that Mrs Willis got up and left. Leaving me there with her Lothario of a husband. I turned on him. 

"If you think you're going to let me seduce you, you're crazy. 

I mean, if you think I'll let you seduce me, I'm crazy.

You know what I mean. You're not sleeping with me."

"I think you're trying to say you have no intention of letting me seduce you, right?"

"Right!"

"OK. Now that you've got that out of the way you can stop worrying about being seduced."

"I can?"

"Certainly. Now let's get that top off."

What the hell? First he's saying he's not going to seduce me and then he's hauling my top off. And there wasn't much I could do to stop him. He had it three quarters off before I even knew it. And the fact that my bra was already undone meant that he flicked that off almost in passing.

"What are you playing at?" I demanded. "You just agreed not to try to seduce me."

"Correct. I'm going straight to rape. You don't mind do you?"

"You say you're going to rape me and ask if I mind? Of course I mind. I just want you to leave me alone so I can go home."

"But I don't really have any choice in the matter. I can't go and tell my wife I decided not to accept her present. She'd be terribly hurt."

I couldn't believe this. He had to rape me to keep his wife happy? Who did he think he was kidding? Before I could say anything else he just picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder in a fireman's carry. I'm sure you've all seen those pictures of a fireman carrying some poor unfortunate away from a burning building.

Bob (I feel if he's going to rape me, I'm entitled to call him by his first name) just told me "enough talk", hoicked me over his shoulder and walked out of the kitchen carrying me.

Until he picked me up like that I hadn't known just how strong he was. He handled me as easily as he would a child. But he didn't handle me like a child. When I tried hitting his back he just slapped my bottom and then let his hand wander down a bit and started stroking my pussy.

He took me through to the living room and dumped me onto the rug they had in there. Well, not dumped, I suppose. He lowered me to my feet, and then told me very firmly to lie down. Not having much choice and not wanting to be dragged down to the floor I did as told.

Bob proceeded to strip, watching me watching him. I could see he was laughing at me but what the hell could I do? I found out pretty quickly one thing I could do. I could get hot and wet watching him strip, knowing what he was going to do to me afterwards. Like I said earlier, he was a sexy man and I couldn't help but react to knowing he wanted me.

And, oh god, how he wanted me. That was painfully obvious as soon as he took of his underpants. He was every bit as large as I'd thought and he was going to use that thing on me. The heat inside me turned up a notch, dammit, and I was feeling wetter than ever.

He wasn't really going to rape me and we both knew it. He was just trying to make me a little uncertain to make the job of seduction a little easier. I must admit, if he hadn't been so arrogantly sure of himself I might even have gone along with the seduction routine. He's a sexy beast. 

As it was, he was going to have his work cut out trying to have sex with me tonight. As soon as he started touching me I was going to fight him off.

They say no plan lasts past contact with the enemy. Mine came unstuck real fast. I'm not sure what I was expecting but it sure wasn't what actually happened.

Bob seemed to be starting to kneel beside me and I was getting ready to resist when he snatched my wrists and pinned them above my head while his knee came down between my legs and forced them apart. Further apart that is. I hadn't exactly been holding them clamped together and he took full advantage of that fact.

Before I really knew what his intentions were, Bob was effectively lying above me, my hands were pinned above my head and his cock was pressing hard against me, already edging in between my lips.

"What do you think you're doing?" I squealed at him, appalled.

"I'm raping you, Kylie," he calmly informed me. "One of the advantages of rape is that I don't have to worry about getting you all worked up with a lot of preliminary petting. I can just take you and let you worry about getting yourself worked up."

I was shocked. He couldn't have known I was wet and ready and if I hadn't been his assault might have hurt me. OK. Maybe there was some leakage down there and he probably saw it, but still. I opened my mouth to protest.

As soon as I opened my mouth Bob gave a hard little jerk, driving himself in further and turning my words into a meaningless squawk. I tried again, Bob jerked again and I finished up just squawking again.

I shut my mouth and that promptly made a difference. Instead of entering me with those little jerks, Bob settled down to a smooth thrust, pushing deeper.

What was really frustrating for me is that I couldn't really say if he was taking me against my will or not. I know I'd made the appropriate noises, but I hadn't really struggled the way I'd intended and my body was making all the inappropriate moves for a rape. Somehow or other my legs had got tangled around Bob's, holding him in me and helping to pull him deeper. I was starting to experience the feeling of cock inside me in places that had never been reached before and my body was just lapping it up.

Bob gave one last push and that was that. Whether I wanted it or not, Bob was right inside me and I was about to be well and truly screwed, like it or not. 

The way I was writhing underneath him and pushing myself against his cock strongly suggested that I was going to like it. I couldn't help it. His cock felt huge inside me, filling me, and it also felt good, as though that was where it belonged.

I was panting and trying to glare at Bob, but he was just laughing at me. He could feel the way I was wriggling under him and he could tell it wasn't rejection. He just held me pinned there for a while, letting me getting accustomed to him.

Accustomed, hell. From the moment he started entering me all I could really concentrate on was cock, there's a cock in me and it's huge. Of course I was wriggling around on it. I wanted to feel every inch of it.

Bob finally let go my wrists and transferred his attentions to my breasts. His hands clamped onto them as though he was afraid they'd run. At the same time he apparently decided that it was start getting some cock action under way.

Slowly and sensually he withdrew and slid back into me, making allowances for my youth and relative inexperience. If you believe that, speak to me later about a goldmine I'm selling; cheap.

What Bob actually did was draw back and then came bouncing back so hard that all I could do was scream with surprise. Not that it hurt. It was good. But the sheer surprise of the way he came charging back in just naturally shocked the squeal out of me. 

That, of course, was just the start of it. He started bouncing on me as though I was a trampoline. The harder he could hit me the higher he would bounce back, and it seemed as though he wanted to bounce high. 

Once I caught on to what he was doing I was pitching up to meet him, quite willing to meet him on his own terms. He was just a man, after all, and once she has his size worked out any woman can handle a man. They think they're in charge, but all they're doing is providing a bit of input. 

The woman is doing the real work, massaging that cock thoroughly while it comes and goes, while making sure that his cock is doing all the things you want it to do inside you. 

Bob bounced and I pushed up to meet him, grinding against him and feeling his cock rubbing deep inside me, sending wave after wave of excitement deeper into me. I could feel his hands playing their games with my breasts and it was nice, but of secondary importance to what his cock was doing to me.

Bob kept going and going, giving a vigorous demonstration of a man of action. (To annoy him I told him later that he showed remarkable vigour for an older man. He wasn't sure if he was being flattered or insulted.)

I was honestly surprised how long he managed to keep drilling into me. Not that I was objecting. It was fun and I was giving as good as I got.

I have to say that I'm not a quiet lover. I was squealing and gasping and carrying on, my hands were clawing at his shoulders and my legs were doing their best to crush him to me. I could feel my climax approaching and Bob could hear it. So could anyone else in earshot. If Mrs Willis was still awake then she would know that her birthday present was being hard used at that moment.

The teeth marks in Bob's hand weren't really my fault. He apparently decided that I was getting a bit too noisy as he started hammering out his own climax and he clasped his hand over my mouth to quieten my screams while I climaxed, and I just naturally bit down, seeing I couldn't scream out.

I did apologise for that later when I'd calmed down a little. I suppose I shouldn't say calmed down, I was so comatose after that screwing that if I'd calmed down any more I'd have been dead. Let's say I apologised when I regained enough energy to do so.

I have to say that giving your husband the use of my body for a little fun is probably one of the most unusual birthday presents I've ever heard of. I don't care how loving a wife Bob considers Mrs Willis to be, she strikes me as weird.



Babysitter Blues



Chapter 1: Neighbor surprises Angela.

The doorbell rang as I was watching Cops. It had to be my babysitter, Angela. She was a neighbor girl who watched my kids while I went out with my buddies every Friday night. I opened the door to see the beaming smile of the perky little blonde high-schooler. She looked as hot as ever in little denim cut-offs and a white cotton shirt. 

"Hello Miss Angela. Welcome to my humble abode!"

"Oh, Mr. Johnson, you're too much!"

"Come in, you looked chilled." 'Well, at least her nipples looked chilled.'

"Where are Sammie and Joey?" Angela asked questioningly. 

"They're playing in the backroom."

"I'll just go say hi to them."

"Okay." Angela walked down the hall to the children's playroom. I watched her firm, little ass sway side to side as she disappeared around the corner.

"Mr. Johnson?" She called out. "They must be hiding. I can't find them."

I hurriedly shut the front door and locked it. What Angela didn't know was that I hadn't planned to go out two Friday's in a row with my buddies, I rarely do. Also, my kids happened to be at their mother's house for the week. Guess I forgot to mention that to Angela over the phone. What I really needed was for her to take care of me. Since she had just turned legal this week, I felt that Angela was now qualified to take care of my needs as well as my kids. 

She reappeared from the back with a questioning look on her face. "I can't find them anywhere, not even in their favorite hiding places."

"Oh that's because they're not here." I said with a slight chuckle and an evil grin.

Angela backed away and stammered, "What? What do you mean they aren't here? I thought you said..."

"No I said I need you come over tonight to help me."

"Help you? I don't understand." She said as she protectively crossed her arms in front of her breasts.

"I think you do. You're 18 now Angela and I find you to be a very attractive young woman."

Angela turned bright red and looked at her feet. "Mr. Johnson, I don't think this is very appropriate; I think I should leave now."

I walked up to her and raised her chin with my finger. I looked into her blue eyes. "Angela, I have certain needs, just like the children. I pay you to take care of the children when I go out with my buddies, and I believe you perform an excellent job. Now I'm asking you to take care of me while my children spend time with their mother. I think now that you're a woman you can do certain things for me that may not have been appropriate earlier."

"Mr. Johnson I'm leaving now. You're starting to scare me." She turned her head aside and backed away from me.

"I will be willing to more than double what I pay you now. How does $25 an hour sound Angela?"

"What are you talking about?" Angela asked with a puzzled look on her face.

"I want you to take care of my needs and you'll earn bonus pay for it. Doesn't that sound like a good offer?"

Her face turned angry and she stated, "Mr. Johnson I think you need some help, but I don't think I'm going to be one."

"That's where you're wrong. I know you'll be perfect Angela. I've secretly taped the bathroom when you take care of the kids. You're more than enough woman for me. I especially like when you play with your pussy when you're done taking a piss. Do you rub your clit as you pee? Or are you always wet down there when you go to the bathroom? Do you sometimes open your legs real wide and pull your nipples? I've always wondered that."

Angela turned very white and looked absolutely terrified. "Oh God! Mr. Johnson, I'm leaving now." She quickly made her way to the door and unlocked it.

I was heartbroken at her reaction. I thought she liked me as more than a friend. "Angela? Didn't you hear what I said? Angela? I think that you're a beautiful. I love your sexy little body. I've never seen a better- looking young woman. The kind I could make love to ALL night. We could watch the tapes of you playing with yourself. Or do you want me to send them to your parents instead, so your whole family can enjoy? It'll be fun! I'll do anything for you! Just ask. Please?"

Angela looked as though she had taken a sock to her stomach. She knelt in a fetal position next to the door and sobbed. "No! You wouldn't! You can't! I don't want anything from you. Mr. Johnson, I'm scared, I don't want them to see me like that. I didn't mean for you to film me doing that!"

I kneeled before her shaking body and held my arms around her and rubbed her back. "I'm so sorry Angela, dear. I didn't mean for you to get filmed like that either. It's just that I... I just have to make sure if something happens while I'm gone that I don't get sued. So I film all the bedrooms, the bathroom and the living room."

She continued sobbing in my arms. "The living room too?"

"Yeah. I even caught that one time your boyfriend got your shirt up over your head and played with your tits. Do you want to see that one instead?"

"Oh my God! No." She started to unconsciously rub her cheek against my arm as if to gain comfort from my touch. 

I softly rubbed her cheek with my hand and whispered to her, "It's really good. I even showed one of my friends for his birthday."

She screamed, "Oh my God!" Angela appeared to faint as she withered in my arms.

I picked her up and laid her down gently on the coach as knelt beside the coach. I looked at her flush face and gently ran my hand over the soft skin behind her ear and under her chin. I planted a soft kiss on the glistening lips of my sleeping beauty. I pulled my shoes and socks off and sat down beside her to see if I could awaken the young woman. I kissed her clear lip-gloss covered lips for a few seconds but she didn't stir. The second kiss was a full on lip-lock and I slowly eased my tongue against her soft lips. She involuntarily opened her mouth to reciprocate my proffered kiss. We were soon locked in a magical French kiss as my tongue explored every crevice of her pretty mouth. Oddly she didn't awaken for a few seconds, but when she did her eyes shot open in a wide-eyed stare. She firmly planted her petite hands into my chest as she struggled to extract herself from my arms. I pulled away reluctantly and gently cupped a breast in my hand as I stared into her wondrous blue eyes. 

'Funny, but she doesn't look like she really enjoyed that very much. She almost looks repulsed. I hope I still have a chance with her.'

"Did you like that?" I said as I gently caressed her cheek, a move that she didn't seem to mind.

She breathlessly whispered to me, "What are you doing to me Mr. Johnson? I don't like when you touch me. Please, I must go."

I looked into her dazed, blue eyes. "I thought we had an understanding Angela? You said you'd stay with me and watch your masturbation video, right?"

"But I don't want to Mr. Johnson." She said more firmly.

"So you do want to watch it at home with your parents?"

She started to get upset again at my line of question and said, "No Mr. Johnson, I don't want to watch the tape at all."

"So you just want to look after my needs then right?" I asked with an arched eyebrow. 

She looked to be on the verge of tears and again. "No, I just want to go home. Please?"

"But you said you'd come by and help me. Don't you want to make some extra money?"

"Yes, but not as your whore! Please let me go!" She screamed at me and started to thrash on the couch. I got away from her blows quickly. 

"I never said you'd be my whore. Where did you get that idea?"

She pulled her self off the couch and backed up a few steps toward the door. "You're blackmailing me with that tape, and then you kissed and groped me. And you're offering money to have sex with me. What do you mean you don't want me to be your whore?"

"Just because we're going to sleep together doesn't mean you're a whore. I just want the company of a beautiful, young woman. You never said you didn't want to watch the tape earlier, you could have just told me and I would have dropped the subject. Also, I can pay you to cook breakfast for us tomorrow morning if you feel funny taking more money from me."

"Mr. Johnson, I don't know what to say. I have a boyfriend, and while I find you attractive, I wouldn't cheat on him. Please, I must go home now, my parents might worry."

I started to get desperate as she inched toward the door. "You can break up with your boyfriend if you feel bad about our relationship. And... And I already called your parents to tell them I'd be gone all night and that you're staying here with the kids. So they won't suspect a thing. I'll do anything you need. Do you want cigarettes, alcohol, pot, or anything else? Just stay with me. You can't leave me. I won't let you. We should be together."

I regretted the last comments, as she looked shocked by me pleading. She seemed frozen as I made my way to her and wrapped my arms tightly around her small body and kissed the top of her head. She started to cry more profusely and stared at the ground, trying to avoid my gaze. 

"Are you keeping me hostage? Are going to rape me?" She asked in a frightened whisper. Her dread of what I could do to her was overwhelming. She honestly thought I was a monster who would plunge his figurative sword into her delicate innards and laugh at his latest conquest. I was heart-broken and dejected and started to tear up as I got down on my knees in front of her. I looked into her beautiful, blue eyes that had suddenly become blood-shot and glistening with her tears. 

I spoke softly to her, "What are you talking about? I told you, we're going to have fun together. I love you so much. I would never hurt you. Don't worry about a thing, it'll be all right. Trust me! I just want to be with you forever."

"Oh Mr. Johnson. I'm scared!"

"Oh, don't be my little Angela. Let's play a game, it will help to ease the tension. We'll have so much fun."

Angela had a fearful look in her eyes, like a puppy that had been scolded for soiling a rug. 'We'll have so much fun!' I stood up and grasped her tiny hand in mine. She stood limply by my side as I shut and re- locked the front door. 

"Have you ever played doctor before Angela?"

"No." She said as she looked at the floor dejectedly. 

"Well it's really fun. I have a special room downstairs which looks just like the doctor's exam room. I've got one of those X-ray chart light things, the little roller, swivel chair, a wall desktop, a counter-balance scale and height measuring stick, even a real exam table!" I said, as I excitedly thought about us together.

"Oh."

"It's real fun. All the ladies get turned on when I play Dr. Bones. I know you'll love it!"

Angela's expression went from dejection to utter horror to sullen rejection within seconds. 'Maybe I shouldn't have mentioned the other ladies. She's pretty young, and she might have self-doubt issues. She needs to feel how special I think she is and how much I want her.' I led her down the steps into the dark basement. I noticed she tensed up as we reached the bottom step. 

"I'm scared." She said as she trembled and hugged my arm.

"Don't worry Angela, I'm here for you. I want you to know how special I think you are and that I will always be there to protect you. It's just a few more feet to the door."

I opened the door to the climate-controlled, soundproof 10x20-foot room. I turned the lights on and quickly ushered her into my office. She stood in awe at first, much to my delight. I had spared no expense to get everything just right. The light elevator music is what I thought really completed the set. I sometimes sat in here waiting for my own imaginary doctor to walk in. 

"What do you think Angela?"

"It looks very real." She stated honestly, as she looked the room over slowly.

"I'm glad you approve. Your opinion means a lot to me. What don't you hop up on the table while I go get the doctor." I said with a little giggle.

Angela was clearly awed by my little room, and I was glad I had shared it with her. I shut the door behind me and went to my doctor's 'chest'. It was a large metal locker filled with all the normal doctor accessories, right down to the comfortable, old man shoes. I quickly pulled on the shoes, jacket and other items and made my way inside.

 Chapter 2: The Doctor will see you now.

"Hello Angela, my name is Dr. Bones. How are you today?"

"I'm okay I guess." She said as she reluctantly got into her roll.

"Well, I see you're here for your general physical exam today. I'm glad that 18 year-olds like yourself have regular exams to make sure you're healthy. You sure look quite lovely and physically fit young miss."

"Thank you." Angela said blushing lightly.

"I'm afraid my nurse is sick today so I'll be doing everything myself. So, I need for you to take off your shoes and hop up on the scale for me."

Angela pulled her shoes off and hopped off the table. I noticed that her breasts were very healthy indeed. The full rounded C-cup's stood very proudly from her chest and had only a slight bounce. She stepped onto the scale facing toward me. I worked the small weights and found she weighed a very slender 130 lbs.

"Now I need to measure your height with this stick behind you. I need you to back up to the bar and straighten your back. Arms at you side, chest outward, and chin up. Very good. Well I see you are about 5' 9" and you weigh about 130 lbs. So you're on the skinny side, but you appear to have healthy proportions." 

She blushed at my compliment and looked sheepishly at her feet.

"Now I need for you to take off all your clothes and slip into the green gown we have behind that folding screen."

Angela nervously got off the scale and made her way behind the screen. I heard the zipper of her shorts as she pulled them down and the rustle of cotton as she pulled her shirt over her head.

"Do I have to take everything off?"

"Everything. It will make it easier for me to her your breathing and test reflexes."

"Okay." I saw the shadow of her body as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, chest sticking straight out. She quickly pulled the garment off and I watched the shadows of her dangling breasts as she pulled down her panties. She pulled the gown on and reappeared from behind the screen. The gown protruded obscenely from her ample chest and her ass cheeks peeked out at me as she gripped the paper tightly at the back of her waist.

"Okay Angela. I need to take a few measurements to estimate body fat."

"What?" She asked nervously.

"This device pinches the skin and helps in the estimate. I need to take measurements of your underarm, the side of your ribcage and your abdomen."

"Oh God!"

"Don't worry, I'm a trained professional. Stand right here."

I lifted one arm to a 90-degree angle and took the underarm measurement. "I'm going to need to loosen the side of your gown to get the ribcage and abdomen measurements." I undid the lower back tie and pulled the opening toward me, getting a good look at her tight, rounded bum as I adjusted the gown. I had her raise her arm up high and took the next measurement at the ribcage.

"Well, I can't get to the third part, so I'll just have to take off this silly gown for a few seconds."

I proceeded to untie the gown the rest of the way and pulled it off her shoulders and away from her body. The sight of her lithe, young body greeted my eyes. Her light, blonde peach fuzz barely covered the now dew-covered slit of her aroused vulva. Her nipples were bright pink nubs that protruded from her quarter- dollar-sized aureoles. Her breasts were round in shape and seemed to defy gravity despite their considerable heft. I felt my cock start to stir at the sight of my beautiful, naked babysitter. I got the third measurement before I forgot about it and told her not to move. She stood with her hands over her pubic region and blushed slightly as I sat down at my desk.

I did the math and pronounced, "Well, it seems I was right, you only appear to have 15% body-fat by weight. Of course, most of it seems to be concentrated in your enormous mammary glands."

She blushed beet red at this statement and stammered, "Oh, well..."

"It okay Angela. Most girls your age would love to have such well-endowed proportions. You should feel very proud and not try to hide your beautiful body."

"Thank you Mr. Johnson."

"Dr. Bones."

"Yes; thanks Dr. Bones."

"Your welcome Angela. Now I'd like to take some other measurements. I need to see how your proportions stack up to others. I know that your height is several inches above average. So I want to see if your other measurements are in proportion with your height."

"Okay." Angela said nervously.

"Now I will take this cloth tape measure and take standard clothing measurements."

With that I took the tape measure and bent down at her feet. 

I measured her inseam height; I stared at the number that was partially hidden by her peach fuzz and noted it. Then I had her raise her arms and I wrapped the tape measure around the fullest part of her hips. After taking that measurement I also found her waist measurement and noted it as well. 

"What I need you to do is make penguin wings with your arms. I need to measure your bust and side."

I then pulled the tape between hip and armpit and noted the length. I stood up and wrapped the tape around her ribcage and adjusted it so it was just under the swell of her breasts. Angela tensed up considerably.

"Relax Angela. Take a few big breaths. Now release. Okay, hold it. Good."

I adjusted the tape so it looped around her upper chest at the fullest part of the breasts. I took one hand around the loop to make sure it was not knotted or twisting and felt the hard pebbles of her nipples as my fingers skimmed across the front of her ample chest.

"Dr. Bones, you hands feel cold."

"I'm sorry Miss, I'll just pull the tape a little tight to make up for the extra protrusion of your nipples. Does that sound good?"

She blushed and said softly, "Yes. I think that would be okay."

"Okay I'm all done. If you would can you leave off the gown and hop up on the table? I'll raise the temperature a few degrees so you'll be more comfortable. I don't think you want to have to endure painfully stiff nipples for the next hour, do you?"

"Okay."

I finished up my math and noted all dimensions on the chart.

"Well you measure 35" at the hip, 25" at the waist, and 36" at the fullest part of the bust. What size bra do you normally purchase?"

Angela shyly stated, "I buy a 34 C usually."

"Well, according to my measurements, you should probably be wearing a 36 C or even a D-cup. Did you know that most women do not wear the right size bra? It can lead to irritation and even soreness if the garment is too constricting. With your ample breasts I think you should invest in some new bras immediately. I would be willing to help inspect any future purchases if need be."

"Yes Dr. Bones. I'll keep that in mind." She said as she looked at me with a broad smile.

"Now why don't you hop on the table and we'll get started on the next part of the exam."

Angela picked up the gown and wrapped it around herself as I sat down at the desk to make further notes.

"Oh, I'm sorry Angela. You'll need to leave off the gown for the rest of your exam."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. And if you're cold just tell me."

"All right then." She pulled the garment off and crossed her arms across her breasts protectively. I walked up to the table and picked up the blood pressure device from a metal tray. 

"I'll just take your blood pressure and monitor your breathing now. Hold your arm out for me."

Angela held one arm out and I the device around her upper arm, lightly grazing a nipple in the process; Angela inhaled sharply at the contact of the rough material on her sensitive, pink tip. I noticed that her nipples seemed to be protruding quite a bit and had hardened to cylindrical-shaped nubs. I finished the blood pressure test and proceeded with the lung monitoring. I put the stethoscope on and held one hand to her collarbone and had her straighten her back. Placing the breath-warmed instrument to her back, I said,




BabySitter Blues



Don was whistling when he arrived home from work. It was Friday and the weekend stretched ahead. He and his wife were going out on the town while the kids stayed home. It was a time to relax and have fun.

Entering the house Marie, his wife, threw a small fly into the ointment.

"Don, Helen can't babysit tonight," she announced.

I am not taking those little monsters to the party with us, was Don's immediate thought. This was followed by the realisation that Marie didn't seem particularly disappointed, only slightly wary. She obviously had more news but was unsure of how he'd take it. He waited.

"I managed to get Suzy," Marie said, smiling. "She's willing to help us out."

Don winced but refrained from saying anything. Suzy was better than no-one. He'd just keep out of her way.

"Why don't you like Suzy?" asked Marie. "She's a nice girl and the kids all love her. You used to like her but then you suddenly seemed to object to her as baby-sitter. Why?"

Don considered. He really should put Marie's mind at ease, but it was embarrassing.

"Do you like men staring at your boobs?" he asked her. 

"Not particularly, but it doesn't really worry me," Marie answered. "Boys will be boys after all."

"Well, it seems that girls will be girls, as well. Suzy has turned into a crotch-hound, and it's a bit disconcerting, to say the least."

Marie blinked. "What do you mean by that?" she queried.

"Where the boys will look at a nice chest, a crotch-hound isn't quite that discriminating. Their eyes focus on a man's crotch when they talk to him, trying to see if they're getting any reaction. You can sense them making an assessment of your junk, sniggering if they see any movement.

If we comment on it, it would look like we're harassing the woman. If a man does happen to have a bit of an erection it bloody quickly dies when you see the woman shake her head, giving it a thumbs down."

Marie giggled. "You're kidding?" she said.

Don sighed and shook his head. 

"No. It started a couple of years ago. It was amusing at first because Suzy was still fairly young and they grow out of it, but she's now nearly nineteen and still doing it. It's nerve-wracking. You watch when she comes in. As soon as she sees me she'll smile and her eyes will drop. She's not being demure. She's assessing and assigning a rating to my wedding tackle."

Marie giggled again. 

"Well, hopefully she'll have finished looking by the time she gets here. Her car is off the road right now and I told her we'd pick her up and take her home, and that means you have to go and get her."

The matter surged back to her immediate attention when Suzy arrived. She walked in all smiles and happy chattering. Marie almost laughed out loud when Don followed her in. He was right, Marie realised. That demure downwards glance that she has always seen as a sign of becoming modesty was an attempt to see through Don's trousers.

Marie dismissed the subject with a silent giggle. She was, she found, somewhat less amused the second time she caught Suzy assessing Don. By the third time, Marie was starting to get a bit narked. Didn't the girl have and sense of decorum.

"Suzy," Marie said, smiling to hide the bite in her voice. "If you don't stop eyeing Don like a slab of beef you want to sink your teeth into I'm going to suggest to him that he spank you. Won't that be fun?"

Startled, a blushing Suzy apologised. She had not realised she'd been staring, honestly. She hadn't intended to. She was dreadfully sorry for embarrassing them.

Still smiling, Marie nodded and resumed her preparations for her night out. 

Finally ready to leave, Marie almost exploded when she saw Suzy was once again assessing Don. She threw some daggers at Suzy who blushed and looked away.

"Don," cooed Marie, "before we go could you do me a little favour and paddle Suzy's bottom? I did warn her, after all."

"I'm afraid we don't really have time to give her a proper spanking right now," pointed out Don, while a scarlet faced Suzy hurriedly backed away from him. "How about I just give her a couple of swats? I can always give her a proper spanking later."

"If it will help get the message through, by all means," smiled Marie, pinning Suzy to the wall with a look.

Laughing quietly, Don reached out and took Suzy's arm. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her over to the nearest easy chair and bent her over the arm. A quick flip of her skirt moved it clear of her bottom, and the next moment his hand came down in a firm spank on her bottom. 

A loud squeal from Suzy was met with a smile of satisfaction from Marie and another firm spank from Don. A second yelp from Suzy and Don was releasing her and turning towards Marie and the door. Turning towards the door at the same time, Marie missed Don's slight hesitation.

Turning back to where Suzy had not yet straightened up, Don reached over and slid his hand under Suzy's panties and squeezed. 

"Next time, no panties and a proper spanking," he murmured. "It'll give you something to look forward to."

"I just can't believe the gall of that girl," griped Marie. "I thought you were exaggerating when you first complained, but she's dreadful. Is she like that with all men?"

"Probably," laughed Don, "but I don't think she's actually very experienced, sexually. It's probably more an honest curiosity that she hasn't learned to hide properly."

"Well I'll control it for her," grumbled Marie. "Hopefully that warning will do the trick."

"You mean I don't get to finish spanking a pretty little bottom when we get back?" teased Don.

"If you do, it'll be mine," said Marie laughing. "You should have seen her face when your hand connected. She didn't think you'd really do it. That'll teach her to leave my man alone."

- - -

Returning from the party Marie was happy and in a forgiving mood. She couldn't really blame Suzy from looking at Don; he was delicious. Now that she'd been warned she'd keep her eyes off him and they could pretend it had never happened.

Marie's spirit of bon-vivancy carried her into the house, all smiles, easing the mind of a worried Suzy who had wondered if Marie would be returning with blood on her mind. The two women sat in the kitchen and chattered happily until Don came in, ready to drive Suzy home.

Marie happened to be watching when Suzy's evil genie directed her gaze to Don's crotch. She honestly hadn't intended to do it. It just seemed that her eyes automatically focused there, curiosity nudging her yet again.

The first intimation Suzy had of what she was doing was when she heard Marie speaking.

"Don, darling, you have time now. Why don't you give Suzy that spanking that's she's almost begging for. It would appear that the warning you gave earlier didn't take."

Suzy jerked erect, turning a shocked gaze upon an angry Marie. Spluttering an apology she tried to calm Marie, appealing to Don with a helpless look. A little shiver ran down her spine as she saw the amused look Don was giving her. He was going to spank her and enjoy it. Suzy swallowed and shut up, waiting to see what happened.

Don sauntered over, pulled out a chair and sat. Reaching over, he took Suzy's arm and drew her over, bending her, feebly protesting across his knee. A flick tossed her skirt up and Don gave a wriggling Suzy two quick, firm spanks.

Don paused, leaving his hand lying familiarly on Suzy's bottom.

"This is the point we reached earlier," he reminded Marie. "Leave it at this as a second warning or go ahead and give her a proper spanking?"

"A warning!" gasped Suzy. "I didn't mean to, honest."

"A spanking," said Marie. "I told her and told her and you gave her a warning spank. She just isn't listening."

"OK, then," said Don. "A proper spank it is. Would you care to pull down her panties please, Marie? A bare bottom spanking is so much more effective."

With a vindictive look at her victim Marie came over and peeled down Suzy's panties, ignoring her squeals of protest. Giving a hard slap to Suzy's bare bottom, Marie returned to her seat to watch the fun.

With a grin, Don slapped down hard, drawing a squeal from Suzy. Another spank and another squeal had Marie nodding in satisfaction. It was after half a dozen painful spanks that Suzy realised something had changed with the spanking. Instead of hovering in the air for a few moments and then delivering a sharp spank, Don's hand was resting on her bottom for a few moments after each spank, gently rubbing, and rubbing where he had no right to rub.

Suzy squeaked a protest, wriggling her bottom away from under his hand, only to have his hand rise and fall sharply, and this time his hand slapped along her pussy, holding it cupped for a moment, softly kneading before lifting again to spank her bottom.

Suzy squealed and protested, her little tantrums being ignored by Don and Marie. Don continued to spank her, his insistent little forays onto her mound unnoticed by Marie who was enjoying seeing Suzy get spanked.

When Don finally stopped Suzy was red-faced and breathing hard. Partly this was caused by the fact that when Don stopped spanking, he left his hand casually resting on her pussy, lightly drumming his fingers against her.

"What do you think, Marie?" he asked. "Sufficient?"

Marie nodded with satisfaction. 

"I think she's got the message this time," she said. "You'd better take her home before she starts crying."

Don released Suzy who scrambled to her feet, hastily pulling her panties up. She was not going to cry, damn them. Head high she stalked out of the house in front of Don.

Suzy sat sulking in the car as Don reversed out. She couldn't believe that Marie had kicked up such a fuss and that Don had supported her. Just because she happened to glance at Don's crotch, completely by accident. At the thought, her eyes flicked towards Don, and with a small choked sound she straightened and looked dead ahead, face burning.

"Not bad," said Don. "Thirty seconds from getting in the car to checking out my crotch. Feel free to continue looking. I don't mind."

Suzy said nothing, looking desperately ahead, determined to ignore Don. How could he possibly be driving with that thing sticking up like that. She was not going to look at him. She just was not.

Smiling, Don let his hand drift over and land on Suzy's leg. He started stroking it, moving up towards her mound. He felt Suzy trying to pull away from him, but her range of movement was restricted in the car. Finally Suzy grabbed his hand and tried to firmly push it away.

A twist of his wrist and Don had hold of Suzy's hand. A quick tug and he was holding it against his crotch, pressing it against his erection. For a moment Suzy's hand closed around him and held, and then with a little squeak she snatched her hand away again.

"Put that away, please," Suzy requested, determined not to react to his teasing. "I've already said sorry. What more do you want?"

"That should be evident. I want you. I'm going to put this away in a moment. In you."

"I'm not interested, thank you," snapped Suzy, "so just forget it."

"But you are," came the purred response. "Are you forgetting I had a chance to feel how you were responding earlier. You were hot and wet and ready and now you're getting your reward for waiting."

To Suzy's relief the car pulled to a halt. Anxious to put some distance between them she had unbuckled her seat belt and was getting out the car almost before the hand brake was pulled on.

"Thank you for the lift," she gasped, scrambling out of the car with more haste than grace. Turning, she stopped and stared.

"This isn't my place! Where are we?"

"A quiet little park I know of where we'll be undisturbed while I let you pleasure me," came the reply and turning her head Suzy saw Don coming around the front of the car towards her. She hadn't even noticed him getting out of the car.

"I am not having sex with you," protested Suzy.

"Actually, you're about to find out that you are," came the reply.

Before Suzy could do anything, Don had hold of her. 

"I know you won't want grass stains on your clothes, so let's get them off, shall we?" 

Despite Suzy's wriggling and struggling, Don calmly undid the buttons and zip on her skirt and pushed it and her panties down. His hand slid up inside her top, finding and unhooking her bra.

Next thing Suzy knew she was being held firmly against Don, feeling his erection pressing firmly against her lower tummy. Horribly conscious of the size of the cock pressing against her, Suzy froze, not knowing what to do.

"Lift your arms," she heard Don say, and did so reluctantly, feeling her top and bra being lifted up and over her head.

Now she was being held away from him while Don looked her over in the moonlight. She swallowed as he ran a hand over her, caressing her breasts and lingering on her mound, squeezing it. A finger slipped between her lips, gently probing.

"Like I said, hot and wet," came the pleased comment. "Do you want to lie on the grass or would you prefer a blanket?"

"I have a choice?" wondered Suzy. 

"Does my comfort matter while I'm being raped?" she asked bitterly.

"Of course it does," protested Don. "I wouldn't even be raping you if you didn't want me to so badly."

Suzy stared at him, stunned. He was doing her a favour by raping her? What had he been smoking at that party he went to?

Suzy felt Don drawing her down onto the grass. He eased her onto her back, edging her legs apart, his hands wandering up and down her body, touching and stroking. She lay there, watching him, waiting, resigned to what was going to happen, feeling relieved and excited. She was going to be taken. It wasn't her fault and there was nothing she could do about it.

Don eased Suzy's legs further apart, coaxing her to lift her knees. Settling between her thighs he eased forward.

Biting her lip, Suzy watched as Don eased his erection towards her. His fingers parted her lips and she gasped as she felt him pressing against her. Then he was sliding into her, moving smoothly, his way lubricated by her natural oils. 

Don pressed firmly home, filling Suzy completely with one long firm thrust, feeling her close tightly around him, accepting and holding him firmly. He couldn't tell if she'd been virgin or not, but from her reaction she certainly hadn't had much experience.

Don lay on Suzy, holding her pinned to the ground, partly by his weight and partly by his cock embedded deep within her. His hands played idly with her breasts, teasing them while he waited for some reaction from her.

Suzy felt restless. Don was in her but it wasn't what she'd heard about. He was just holding himself in her, not doing anything but tease her breasts. If forced, she'd have admitted she liked the sensation of a man in her and playing with her breasts, but she'd expected more. She found herself starting to squirm a little, pressing against the cock that was pinning her.

Feeling Suzy moving under him, Don relaxed. She was ready. He pressed firmly against her, feeling her pressing up against him. He eased up, pulling back slightly before returning with a slightly harder thrust. Again Suzy met him, matching his movement.

Encouraging Suzy with little words of praise as she responded to him, Don slowly built up a rhythm, pressing in harder and harder, forcing Suzy to hump her hips hard and fast to keep up with him.

Suzy was squealing, making little mewing noises deep in her throat. Strange sensations were flooding over her, spreading out from where Don was savagely assaulting her. A fire was burning deep within her, and Don was stoking the blaze, building it higher and hotter. 

The feel of Don's mouth ravishing her breasts was causing mini blazes to start there, burning steadily down to where the greater conflagration was threatening to set her alight. Suzy twisted and writhed under the never-ending assault, frantically clinging to Don as he pounded into her.

She heard Don gasp and felt him shudder, then felt the splash of his seed, molten liquid inside her. She shrieked and convulsed around him as the splash of liquid washed away the last of her barriers and she was carried away and felt herself die.

Coming slowly back to life Suzy lay there, feeling Don playing idly with her nipples. She reached up to push his hand away.

"Waking up, are you?" came Don's voice. "Better get dressed. Your parents will be expecting you, you know. Marie told them we wouldn't be too late."

Suzy grabbed for her clothes.

"We would have been a damn sight earlier if you hadn't stopped to rape me," she pointed out.

"But you were all excited after that spanking. I had to do something to calm you down. Think of it as brotherly affection."

"A brother is not a brother," pointed out Suzy. "If my brother had tried that sort of thing Dad would have killed him. If my sister finds out, she'll probably kill you."

"Nah. After your little exhibition at the house Marie would blame you and kill you. Now let's go."



Babysitter Blues



"Okay, take a deep breath and exhale. Good. Another. Good. Okay, another. Good. Now lie down on your back. Okay, breath. Breath. Good."

I watched her chest and pointy nipples heave up and down rhythmically. 'Dr. Bones needs to wear more comfortable underwear. They're getting a little small right now for some reason.'

"Very good. Your lungs sound very healthy. Do you have asthma or had any breathing trouble in the past?"

"No."

"I didn't think so. Your chest looks very healthy." Angela again blushed at the double meaning.

"Now I need you to stand up so we can perform the next test."

Angela hopped off the table, conscious of the fact that my eyes were glued to the bounce of her ample chest, but not seeming to care now. 'I think she's starting to get into this now. Time for the fun part.'

"Okay Angela, part of any woman's health program should be regular breast self exams and gynecological exams. I'll have you stand in front of the mirror and we'll start."

She walked over to the mirror that reached from stomach to over her head and stared at her flush reflection. I walked up behind her and smiled to her.

"Okay what I'm going to show you is a few techniques for breast self exams. Lace your hands atop your head and stick your elbows out ninety degrees away from your sides. Good. Now watch how I do this."

I reached around her body and cradled a breast in each hand; the weight was surprising to me. I used my thumb and forefinger to pull on each nipple several times; Angela emitted an involuntary moan of approval. I took my three middle fingers on each hand and lightly made an ever-increasing circle around the front of each tit. Then I took my whole hand and pressed gently down on the top swell of each breast and slowly worked my way down, making sure my thumbs made maximum contact with her erect nipples.

"Okay. Looking good. But make sure you keep your eyes open next time, so you can see what I'm doing better."

Angela breathlessly replied, "Yes Doc."

"Could you back up and bend at the waist. Good. Now watch."

We watched together as my hands cupped and hefted her enormous mammaries as they dangled below her body. I examined them for several minutes in this manner and I started to notice that Angela was grinding her pert, young, bare ass into my genitals. Her butt glided up and down the front of my lab coat in small, calculated increments. She had ceased looking at our reflections and had let her head bob up and down in sync with her bare bottom. I stopped her before she got me to explode with her delicious friction.

"Okay, we have another exam to perform, so follow me over to the table."

I reluctantly let go of her chest and wrapped an arm around her body to steady her. I walked her over to the examination table and help her up. I adjusted the stirrups on the table and lifting her well-toned legs into the devices. She looked concerned as I strapped the belts to her silky, white thighs.

"Don't worry, this is so you don't slide out of place when I examine you."

"Do you really need to strap me in? I promise I won't squirm." Angela whined at me.

"Sorry, it's standard procedure. I'll also need to restrain your arms to the sides of the bed. Don't want you to twist your body around."

Angela looked truly frightened. She seemed on the verge of tears as she said, "I'm scared. I don't want to be tied down. Please don't, I promise I won't twist around or anything, just please don't tie me down. Please."

"I'm sorry Miss Angela. My hands are tied on this subject; I'm required to make sure you don't hurt yourself."

Her eyes watered as she turned her head to her side. She refused to go any further in our game willingly. I was more than sure that I could get us past this temporary roadblock. I grasped her right arm firmly. Despite her vigorous attempt to stop me, I easily overpowered her and pulled her arm above her head and lashed the wrist to the leather cuff at the topside of the table. Her other arm was similarly trussed. Now I proceeded to explain the last part of her exam as I lightly caressed her ample bosom.

"Well, now that you're ready, we'll go ahead with the pelvic exam. It may be uncomfortable at times, but trust me, I've done this many times."

She reluctantly accepted her fate and stopped sobbing. I produced a handkerchief and wiped the tears from her eyes and help her blow her nose. She seemed surprised at this gentlemanly gesture from the doctor. I got the implements needed for the exam ready and donned a pair of rubber gloves.

"Now that I'm ready, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

"Okay." She said meekly.

"Have you every head sexual intercourse with a boy?"

"No." I swallowed hard while Angela averted her eyes and turned bright red with utter embarrassment. 

"No need to be embarrassed. Young girls like you need to be treasured and only the right man should be able to take away your most precious gift. Do you masturbate?"

"Yes."

"With large foreign object being thrust into your vaginal opening?"

"No."

"I'm going to be very gentle then so I don't hurt you. So, have you had an orgasm?"

She hesitantly replied, "I think I've had a small orgasm before. It felt really good over my whole body after I stroked my clit a few times once."

"Tell me what you do to it."

"I usually rub with little circles until it pops up, then I lick my finger and stroke my slit up and down several times and tickle my clit. But I get scared to go much farther."

"Is that the farthest you every got when you masturbated?"

"My girlfriend told me she sometimes poked a finger inside. So I took a mirror and laid it down on my bed. I spread my legs apart real wide and bent my knees up to my chest. I propped the mirror so I could get a really good look at my, you know, 'cherry', to see if I could see it."

"Yes. It's natural to be curious about your body. You have nothing to be ashamed of. So what did you see?"

"I opened my pussy with one hand and used my finger to gently go into the hole. I never did see my "cherry", but It felt really wet and hot and I couldn't get my finger very far before it would go farther. I got scared my mom would find me so I stopped and got dressed really quickly. I think she'd think I was a pervert if she saw me with my legs spread and a mirror there."

"No, she'd be proud that you were getting in tune with your maturing body. What we'll do here is the same thing. I've even got a mirror."

"Okay." She said apprehensively. But she looked slightly more at ease with the situation. I produced said mirror and slowly pulled back her moist folds with my fingers and put the mirror next to her ass.

"I think a little stimulation will help us to see better. I need you to relax as I excite your genitals."

I used my other hand to lightly rub her clitoral hood until her clit poked out. I lightly flicked it and Angela drew a ragged breath. I made long up and down strokes and lightly rimmed my fingers around her virginal love hole. Her breathing became even more labored as she thrust her hips into my hand seeking more pleasure. I replaced my fingers with my mouth as Angela grunted her approval. I pulled on her inner labia with my lips. Sucking and licking the tender folds much to her delight. My tongue quickly traced a circle around her hole before going up to stroke her erect clit. Angela's body started to leak her sweet love juice as I greedily sucked on her love bud. She started to moan uncontrollably and grind her pelvis into my hungry mouth. I tongued her hole again before slipping my tongue along her folds back up to her swollen clit. My tongue danced across the protrusion as I sought out her wet hole with my nimble fingers. The solitary finger slide into her well lubricated hole easily, but was stopped by a fleshy ring a few centimeters in. She grunted loudly at the invasion, as my finger explored the thin membrane ring that separated Angela from womanhood. I released her clit from my suction and brushed my teeth across Angela's inner thigh. She trashed about wildly at my touch. I kissed her inner thighs with increased vigor as she tried to crack my head open like a coconut with her powerful leg muscle. 

She had somehow managed to rotate the stirrups inward despite that fact that she was lying down and had her hands tied behind her head. I stood up and lightly fingered her virgin hole as she cooed her approval and trashed about wildly. She was like a bitch in heat, she would have rub her own genitals raw if her hands weren't tied. Though that didn't stop her from trying to pull out of the restraints as her fingers danced in the air and desperately sought out her hot pussy. I continued to finger her lightly, not helping her, just adding to her frustration. 

"Dr. Bones I need you so bad."

"How can I help you?"

"You have to untie me."

"Why?" I asked with a smirk on my face.

"So I can go to the bathroom. I really have to go. Honest." She whined to me. Desperate to have me free her from the restraints so she could "relieve" herself.

"I don't believe you. I think you have something else in mind."

"Pllleeeaseee?"

"I'm sorry. I can get a catheter for you."

"A catheter? That's only for boys, not girls."

"Your wrong; they actually make girl catheters, although they're a little harder to put in since it can be difficult to find your pee hole. I can do it if you really need to go. Or I can get a plastic bottle."

"Yuck. Please just let me go."

"Plastic bottle?"

She blushed scarlet as she whined, "I really, really have to go!"

I left the office and fetched a clear plastic bottle from upstairs. I headed back down to the office and went inside. "I'll have to untie your legs so you don't piss everywhere."

I untied her lower extremities and pulled her legs out of the stirrups. I pulled her body down the table a little so her butt stuck over the edge. I unscrewed the cap of the plastic bottle and wondered if her urine would get all over me as I tried to direct it into the 2" wide opening. 

"I hope you don't piss on me, I'm not too keen on water sports, if you know what I mean." I said as I directed the bottle to her opening. She giggled as I parted her wet lips. Suddenly she released a torrent of hot pee forward directly into the opening of the bottle as I jumped in surprise. 

"I guess you really did have to go!" I exclaimed as I watched with fascination as she released the contents of her very full bladder into the tiny plastic bottle. I started to wonder if it was going to be big enough. I was relieved, as the flow became a trickle of light golden liquid.

"We'll just set that aside for further tests okay?" She giggled at the joke as I set it on the desk. I grabbed a package of baby wipes and walked back to her. "I'll have to wipe you down to make sure you're clean." I pulled out a disposable wipe and cleaned her vulva from front to back in one stroke, making sure to get her tender folds clean. I turned the wipe over and repeated. Getting another cloth out, I wiped down her bum hole thoroughly. She giggled as I lightly smacked her ass and said, "All better!"

"I feel so much better now." She said sincerely.

"I'm glad. Now Dr. Bones needs to explore your vagina a little better, I think I felt something with my finger. I'm not sure, so I figure my cock has more nerve endings and can better explore way down in there."

She gasped at me as I positioned and retied her legs into the stirrups. I spread them as far apart as they would go and got back to work. I knelt in front of the table and started to explore her newly cleaned pussy. I'd have to replace all her juices if I were to go any further. I quickly lapped at her exposed slit and parted her outer labia as my lips and tongue found out her inner folds. She moaned her approval and begged me to find her clit. I soon had the clit at the mercy of my mouth, swollen with blood as I flicked my tongue across the sensitive bud. Angela became wild with desire, thrashing into her restraints and grunting loudly. I rimmed her hole with two fingers before dipping one into her wet tunnel. She bucked upward causing the finger to make hard contact with her intact hymen, which caused her to expel a ragged breath. I knew she was ready for my cock.

I took my mouth off her pussy and stood up. She looked at my juice-drenched mouth and licked her lips. I leaned forward and planted a hungry, open-mouthed kiss on her lips as she indicated her approval with her eager tongue. It danced around my mouth before venturing out to taste her juices. I stroked my manhood and watched as Angela eyed it hungrily. I jumped on the table and straddled her chest before ramming all 8" of my meat down her throat. She gagged at first but was soon deep-throating me with ease. I face- fucked her for a few minutes then got off the table. I went to the end of the table and fingered her pussy as I stared into her blue eyes. They showed her desire; they told me she always wanted me; everything I knew, but was afraid to ask. 

"Make love to me doc. I need to be fucked so bad it hurts."

"I'll make you feel all better."

The table made it awkward for entry, but I had practice so I knew just how to stand to get the right angle. I stroked my a few times, then rubbed it along her slit. I positioned it at her entrance as she squirmed about. I pushed forward lightly until I met her resistance.

"This will probably hurt, but it will start to feel good."

I slowly, but forcefully pushed into her extremely tight hole without waiting for her reply. She stiffened and screamed out her pain as her hymen ruptured with my entry. My thighs came to rest against hers, and I knew I was in as far as the stirrups would allow me. I leaned forward and hushed her as I lightly stroked her tummy. I pulled out and slowly sunk down, and repeated this several more times relishing in the sweet friction of her hole. Soon her hips started to push up to meet my quicker thrusts. I started to pound into her with all the force I could muster, as she moaned loudly. I felt her cum as her pussy wall muscles contracted rhythmically around my cock. I emptied the contents of the swollen testicles into her young cunt before slowly pulling out and resting my head on her stomach.

"God, you are so tight, it's unbelievable." I said as I absently stroked one of her nipples.

"I can't believe it's that good every time."

"Only with the right person. Only with the right person."

'She could never leave me now. Not after the fucking I gave her. I think she's going to be walking funny by the time I send her home tomorrow. I hope she knows the fun I have in store for her.'



BabySitter Bound



I'm a babysitter and a bit of a snoop. I admit it. I like looking around people's houses when they're out and the kids are asleep. It's amusing. It's also quite surprising what you find at times. Mind you, I don't go into the parent's bedrooms. I'm not sure I want to know the sort of things I might discover in there. No, I just snoop through the various drawers and cupboards in the rest of the house.

So there I was, sitting for Mary and Roy Adams. They were out, the kids were asleep, and I was thoughtfully browsing through the general junk drawer in the kitchen. You know the one. Everyone had one. You don't know where to put something so it goes into the general junk drawer.

What I found in there was a little puzzling. Two sets of fluffy pink handcuffs, complete with keys. I thought they were kid's toys at first but when I picked up a set it was quite heavy and a quick check showed me that it was a real pair of handcuffs, just covered with pink fur. Oh, they were of different sizes, one set noticeably larger than the others. 

His and hers pink fluffy handcuffs? What would they use them for? I know, I know, you're thinking sex toys. That was my first thought, too. My second thought was, if they're sex toys, why aren't they in the bedroom where they'd be used? I didn't have an answer but I knew who did.

When the Adams's got home we all had a cup of coffee in the kitchen. I must admit that I'd forgotten all about the handcuffs at that stage. It wasn't until after the coffee when Roy asked his wife where something was and she said in the junk drawer that I remembered. Like an idiot, I promptly asked what they were for.

"Um, Mary," I ventured, "I was looking for some scissors earlier and tried your junk drawer and there are these pink handcuffs in there. What are they for?"

Roy laughed, but Mary just smiled.

"Oh, they're a disciplinary aid," she said airily, dismissing them as on no particular concern. 

Roy must have seen that I was still a trifle puzzled because he told Mary she'd probably have to show me. 

"If you don't she'll probably be wondering if we chain the kids up to the wall when they misbehave," he observed.

Mary looked at him and laughed.

"Do you mean we should give her a proper demonstration of how they can be used?"

"Why not?" Roy asked softly. "It could be fun."

Mary seemed to consider that for a moment or two and then shrugged.

"As you say, why not?" she agreed, and turned around and fished the cuffs out of the drawer.

"Hold these," she said, tossing the larger set to Roy. "Give me one of your hands, Melissa."

I had to stand to reach across the table to her and watched as she snapped the handcuffs around my wrist. After that she snapped the other end around something under the table, presumable the table leg.

"There we go," she said. "You're now secured."

My immediate thought was that this was stupid. All I had to do was work my way around the table or climb over it and lift the table slightly. The handcuffs would then drop down off the leg of the table and I'd be free. Wearing handcuffs on one wrist, admittedly, but I'd be loose.

My second though was more along the lines of, "Uh-oh," as I felt the set of cuffs that Roy had closing around my ankle. Apparently the larger set were ankle-cuffs. While I'd been watching Mary he'd attached them to the leg of the chair nearest me and then snapped them on my ankle. I was now properly secured, left ankle and right wrist attached to opposite points of the table. 

"Ah, OOKK," I said, "and this proves what?"

"It doesn't actually prove anything," said Mary. "It just makes sure that you stay there while Roy spanks you." 

"What?" That was a very indignant question.

"Roy is now going to spank you. Remember we said the cuffs were for discipline? Well, you're now cuffed and the discipline will commence."

"But you don't have any reason to discipline me," I protested.

"Ah, you're right," admitted Roy, "but, unfortunately, I don't care. It will be fun to discipline you anyway."

Roy was standing next to me and to my surprise and indignation he unfastened my skirt and pulled it down.

"What are you doing?" I protested. "You can't do that."

"Um, it appears he can," said Mary, "because he already has. Be reasonable about it, Melissa. You can't expect him to spank you with your skirt in the way." 

"But I don't want him to discipline me in any way," I pointed out. "You stop that," I added, feeling shocked, because my panties were joining my skirt.

"Spankings are normally done on a bare bottom, you know," murmured Mary.

"Not on mine. What are you doing now?"

What he was doing was trying to lift my foot so that he could slide the panties right off one leg. I kept my foot planted firmly on the ground.

"Come on, behave yourself and lift your foot for a moment. Penalties apply if you don't," Roy told me.

I stood firm, determined to win at least this little point. The next moment I was making a squealing sound and lifting my foot. That rotten excuse for a human being had just reached up and poked me, and you can guess where he poked me. God, was my face red.

"Part of the fun here is that feeling of helplessness you get," Mary told me. "You know what's coming and there's nothing you can do about it. You'll find it's actually rather arousing being helpless. Let me help you with your top."

With that she latched onto my top and dragged it up over my head, and then she undid my bra and pulled that up. Just like that the two of them had very efficiently stripped me. It was starting to register that I was about to be raped, and I didn't know what to say.

"If it helps," said Roy softly, "you don't need to worry about being raped. You can fret about the spanking, and you may find that I pet you in a few places that I probably shouldn't, but I don't want you to worry about rape. OK?"

"Ah, OK," I mumbled, although it was a relief. Not that I wanted to be spanked and groped, but I guess I could put up with it. I'd just think about ways to get my revenge.

Then I was giving a squeal when his hand came down firmly on my bottom. 

"Not so noisy," Mary suggested. "We don't want to wake the children, now do we?"

Roy gave me another spank. There was a slight delay between the first and second spanks. This was apparently because Roy was of the belief that if his hand landed on my bottom he might as well make use of the opportunity and explore. Ditto between the second and third spanks. Roy would deliver the spank and then his hand would go wandering.

Have you ever wondered why we talk about being goosed? It's from the old nursery rhyme:

Goosey goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs, And in my lady's chamber. 

That was Roy in action. His hand would come down, stinging my bottom, and then off it would go, upstairs to caress my breasts or downstairs to rub my pussy. As for in my lady's chamber, the first time his fingers slipped past my lips and into my chamber he was damned lucky I was handcuffed to the table. It was probably the only thing that stopped me jumping clear across the table with the shock of it. 

"Oh, did he touch a sensitive spot?" asked Mary when that happened. 

I didn't deign to reply, just squirming around on the table and wishing it was over.

It seemed to me that Roy was spending more and more time exploring with the spanking lessening. That didn't mean the spanking was over. It just meant that he'd decided that my poor bottom had a nice red glow to it and didn't need a continuous spanking to maintain that glow. 

It reached a point where he seemed to give up on the spanking and concentrated on teasing my pussy and breasts. Mainly my pussy, I'm afraid. His hands seemed to be all over it, dipping between my lips and tantalizing me internally as well as externally. I protested bitterly when he started playing around near my clitoris, I can assure you. My god, if he kept brushing about in that area I was going to climax and that would be so embarrassing. 

"I think she's just about ready," Mary suddenly said. "Time to help her out."

What? They're going to release me? About fucking time in my opinion. Not that I said that. I kept my mouth firmly closed in case they changed their mind. 

Roy was currently stroking my breasts but at Mary's words he moved his hands down to my mound. I could feel him parting my lips and thought, "Typical. Tell a man that's enough and he wants to get one last touch."

My error. He parted my lips all right, but that wasn't his finger I could feel pressing against me. Before I could fully catch on I found he had half his cock inside me and the rest was coming in rapidly.

I was like, "Wait! What are you doing?"

"Ah, Melissa, dear, you're not a virgin. You should be able to work out what he's doing," Mary told me.

"But, but, but he said he wasn't going to do that."

"Not exactly. He said he didn't want you to worry about him doing it. After all, you are totally helpless, and there's nothing you could do to stop it, so why worry needlessly?"

I lost track of the argument at that stage because I had a more pressing problem. Roy was well and truly inside me and starting to work at it. He'd got me so worked up and wet than when he decided it was cock time it slid in as though it had been greased.

His hands were back to clutching by breasts and rubbing them in time to his thrusting into me and I was rather irritated to find that I was pushing back to meet his thrusts. It wasn't my fault. I didn't intend to, but he'd got me so worked up that I couldn't have not pushed to meet him if I'd tried.

"Don't be greedy, dear," I heard Mary say. "You can hold her hips."

With that Roy switched to holding my hips and I'll swear that the change in position gave him extra oomph when he was pushing in. He certainly seemed to be hitting harder than before. My breasts, I might add, weren't lacking for attention. Mary was playing with them, rubbing them and teasing the nipples. I was slightly scandalised. How could she? Very easily, was the answer.

I was gasping and shaking, giving my all, not even stopping to consider that this was theoretically against my will. Roy's cock was inside me doing wondrous things to me and I just wanted it to continue. Even Mary's playing with my breasts seemed right and proper and exciting, pleasure playing off against pleasure. I was totally lost in the haze of it all.

I have to say that I strongly suspect that Mary and Roy had played this little game before. They worked at a team, and I was losing. Mary would do something to my breasts and when I started to react to that Roy would come driving into me. A cock charging into you is a great distraction, making it hard to concentrate on anything but it and the way it makes you feel. Then Roy would pause a moment, leaving me waiting for the next thrust, and Mary would pinch a nipple. My head would jerk towards her and I'd open my mouth to say something, but all that would pass my lips would be a "Wah" as Roy's trouser snake would strike again.

It just kept on going, reducing me to a quivering mess, excitement keeping me trembling and eager for the next assault. I hadn't known that I could be so aroused and excited and it was still building. Roy was the main culprit, stirring me up but just not moving quite fast enough to let me climax. That finally changed at a word from Mary. She told him to go for it and oh, my, god!

Roy started driving in, stepping high, wide, and handsome, driving me very quickly towards the finish line. I could feel my eyes opening wider and wider as he continued. I'd thought I was shock proof at what the pair of them were doing but I was wrong. Mary was apparently assessing my closeness to a climax and just before it hit me she leaned forward and gave me an open-mouthed kiss. It was beautifully timed, swallowing my scream as I lost it, my climax doing a real number on me.

I just slumped on the table afterwards, totally spent, feeling a warm glow throughout my body. From what I could see, Roy was also spent, but Mary was waltzing around the kitchen, making a fresh pot of coffee. Oh, yes, the handcuffs were off.

Mary served up the coffee and I slumped on a chair and drank it, still feeling drained but in a good way. For some reason it didn't even occur to me that I should be getting dressed. Roy and Mary were both fully dressed. Mary seemed amused about the whole affair.

"Do you know what one of the major rules is for politicians?" she asked and I shook my head.

"Don't ask a question unless you already know the answer," she said. "If you'd thought about what people do with pink fluffy handcuffs you'd never have asked why we have them."

If she'd had them in the bedroom and I'd spotted them I'd have just raised my eyebrows and thought, kinky. Having them in the kitchen is what threw me. 

"Tell me, Melissa, do you know what a French Tickler is?"

"Ah, not really," I admitted. "I've heard the term but never really known what they were."

"Well, how about you look it up on the internet," Mary said with a smile. "We'd be delighted to show you how they're actually used."

What? She expected me to come back after tonight's episode? From the look on her face, apparently she did. Did I want to find out what a French Tickler was and how it was used? No. Of course not. Although I suppose it wouldn't hurt to sneak a peek on the web and find out what they were. Better to know what people are talking about, after all. Then I wouldn't ask the wrong question.



Babysitter Caught on Tape



I work from home, and had mislaid my keys for my desk so decided to check the houses security videos, to see if I had put them somewhere stupid. 

Sitting down to go through them my stomach did a flip when watching back last fridays tape of the kitchen, onto the screen came our babysitter, Jess, with a man I had never seen before. 

He looked a good few years older maybe mid twenties when she was only 19. Why had she brought this strange man into our house, she was supposed to be looking after my two children! The reason became evident quite quickly, when after some furious kissing the man pushed Jess to the floor and unzipped his trousers and took out his erect cock. I watched in shock as I saw my very sweet babysitter lick and then start sucking this man's dick, he was not being that gentle with her, grabbing the back of her ponytail and thrusting his hips into her face to make her take him deeper, after a few minutes I could tell he was close, he slid his cock out of her pretty mouth and started slapping her round the face with it, letting it bounce off her flushed cheeks. Then tapping the tip against her lips while pumping his shaft he started to spurt over her face, mostly into her open mouth but also on her lips and chin. 

I was so shocked, I realised I was breathing hard and also had a massive hard on. I checked the time, my wife wouldn't be home from work for a few hours, continuing to watch the tape Jess wiped the spunk off her face and swallow it all, I started tending to my aching boner, the man then left and Jess went to the bathroom. I rewound the tape and watched again, coming so hard by the end of the second viewing.

I must confess I watched that tape a good few times that week, feeling rather guilty, Jess had been our babysitter for the past 6 months and was a very lovely girl, but I couldn't help also being rather angry, that was our time we were paying for, she was in charge of our two boys both under ten, she most definitely should not be bringing boyfriends into my house and having dirty oral sex with them, what if one of my boys had woken up and walked in on them! 

I felt like I needed to talk to her. She was babysitting again this Saturday. My wife and I had separate events and I made sure to get back before my wife so I could give Jess a piece of my mind. I arrived home having had a few beers and found Jess on the sofa watching tv, my cock gave a twitch she looked so innocent sitting there, curled up with her lovely hair loose around her shoulders, but my mind kept flashing to the image of a cock slapping against her cheeks. 

'Oh Mr Davidson! You're home early I wasn't expecting you yet.'

'Where you expecting someone else?'

She laughed and shook her head 'noo' but I could see her cheeks had gone pink.

I gave her a stern look and asked her to come into the kitchen. I sat down and she stood by me looking confused at my firm manner.

'I came home early as I wanted to talk to you, I really don't approve of you bringing men I don't know into my house and doing filthy things with them, what if my children had seen?'

The colour drained from her face, and she started to stammer a denial.

I was cross now. 'DON'T STAND THERE AND LIE TO ME ASWELL, YOU ARE IN ENOUGH TROUBLE.

I haven't told anyone yet what I have discovered on my security tapes ( she looked around the kitchen and spotted the security cameras and went bright red) but I will have to inform my wife and your parents.'

'Please Mr Davidson I'm so sorry please don't tell anyone, I will never babysit again if you do! My parents will be so so angry and your wife will hate me! Please please!' she begged.

'I apologise, my boyfriend did come over but it was just that once, I'll never do it again, I love this job and your boys, Oh god I'm so ashamed.' 

She was crying now, her beautiful green eyes filling with tears and I did feel sorry for her, she was usually a very good, nice girl, but I didn't feel she should leave without some consequence.

'Fine, I wont tell anyone but you must have some sort of punishment.' 

'Of course! Oh thank you so much Mr Davidson.'

'Well what do you suggest?' I asked.

She bit her lower lip, 'I don't know, how would you punish your boys if they were naughty?'

'Well they would get a spank on their bare bottoms.'

We both didn't say anything.

I swallowed, I couldn't do that. Could I? It would be totally inappropriate, but the thought of it was giving my stomach butterflies.

Jess looked at me ashamed and said in a whisper 'Ok. I do need to be punished, what I did was appalling.'

'It really was, I told her, I will put the tape on so you know why you are getting spanked.'

I set the tape to play on the TV that was on the kitchen table and asked Jess to take her knickers off and lean over the table.

As the tape began to play Jess looked mortified but did as I bid.

I couldn't believe this was happening, but I couldn't stop it now. I didn't want to.

I walked behind her and lifted her skirt and caught my first sight of her creamy round bottom, my god it was perfect. My cock got instantly rock hard.

I lay my large hand on one of her milky cheeks and Jess shivered. 

I raised my hand and brought it down swiftly, a crack sounded in the air, a large red handprint sprung up on her behind.

She gasped, I then went for the other cheek, smack, her beautiful bottom wobbled slightly.

I then started to pick up the pace, covering her bottom in sharp smacks and telling her what a naughty naughty girl she had been. 

I stopped for a moment her bottom was now a magnificent scarlet, it had got to the bit in the tape when the boyfriend was smacking her with his dick.

'Jess why do you let him do this to you? If he's your boyfriend he should treat you with more respect.'

'I'm sorry Mr Davidson' she sobbed overcome by pain and embarrassment.

'You don't like being treated like that do you?' I asked concerned.

No answer, I went in for another wallop. Smack.

She let out a soft moan and I paused surprised.

'Do you?'

She didn't answer but her face flushed all over. 

'Answer me, you don't like being treated like that do you?' Smack.

She gasped 'Yes!', then hid her face with her hands.

My whole body froze. I hadn't expected that answer.

'You like being treated like a little whore?'

'Answer me' Smack smack. She let out a long moan as my hand stung her flaming, pert bum.

'Yes Mr Davidson.' She cried.

My god I was so turned on.

I looked down at her beautiful slim legs clamped together and could just see peeking through, her puffy, dripping wet pussy. 

I couldn't help it I reached round the front of her and gently brushed my fingers against her inflamed lips.

'Uuhhh' she moaned, I continued very gently stroking up and down until my fingers were covered in her juices and she was pushing her hips against my hand.

I slipped one finger inside and scooped up some liquid and started rubbing her clit in a circular motion. Her legs started to shake making her sore bottom sway. I used my other hand to start slowly caressing her bum cheeks.

'Oh god Mr Davidson.'

'You like men treating you like a little slut don't you?' Lightly starting to smack her bottom again while still circling her sticky clit.

'Yes Mr Davidson, I do, ooh fuuuck, do what you want with me.'

She was close to coming I pushed two fingers up inside her, pumping them in and out of her tight cunt and really went to town on her arse, she came with an almighty guttural scream bucking against my hands. Her orgasm ripping through her body. I slipped my fingers out and quickly went to my trousers, undid them and pulled out my thick throbbing cock. Jess lay panting still bent over the table but I ran my fingers through her hair and pulled her up, and pushed her to her knees her face inches from my hard swaying cock. She looked a little alarmed at my size but quickly closed her full lips around my dick. Her wet slippery tongue danced over my sensitive member. I couldn't help but thrust my hips, but she was brilliant and took it all. 

I pulled out. 

'What would your boyfriend say about you sucking another mans cock?'

Jess smiled. 'He wouldn't mind. He often likes offering me around his friends and then watching.'

Jesus! she had the sweetest prettiest face ever but was such a slutbag!

I grabbed the back of her head and slammed my cock back in, pumping her mouth with my meat, again and again. I wanted to come on her face. I had never done anything like this.

I pulled out and gripping my cock started hitting her round the face with it. 

'Open you shirt' I order.

She undid her buttons her braless breasts were perky and full.

'Pinch your nipples.' I commanded.

She started bruising her pink nipples. 

'That's it you whore, you little slut' smacking her with my cock.

'Oh yes Mr Davidson' she squealed.

I couldn't take anymore with a last few pumps I tensed and shot the biggest load of cum I'd ever produced over her lips and down onto her tits.

She smiled up at me flushed, and licked her lips.

'Thank you Mr Davidson.' 

I groaned as I realised I now had two tapes of my slutty little babysitter. She would have to be coming round more often.



Babysitter Ch. 1



I can't ever remember receiving pocket money. Both Mom and Dad firmly believed that there should always be an equitable exchange where money was concerned, so from a very early age we had to do small tasks around the house to earn any money that came our way - well, except for the occasional birthday gift of money when we got to those ages where it seemed impossible to find suitable presents.

When my brother and I got to our early teens, it was therefore a natural progression to start looking outside for small tasks that would bring us in some extra spending money. For my brother it was things like car washing or helping neighbors in their gardens, and for me it was baby sitting. It wasn't that I particularly liked young kids, but I did seem to have a natural talent for looking after them, and it wasn't long before word spread and I had more requests for help than I could actually cope with, and although the money was never that great, it did get better as I got older and was able to look after older children, and it certainly beat the only other realistic money making opportunity for girls in my area which was the local fast food outlet.

So all though my late teen years I managed to get in a couple of nights a week baby sitting and do my schoolwork at the same time. I met some really fascinating people, and saw some really crazy domestic situations too, and I guess that helped me to grow up with my eyes a little wider open than if I'd just had my rather conservative family as role models. I even baby sat for one couple that were on the fringes of the fashion industry, so I used to get to try on some really lovely clothes and learn a little about make up too. 

They were a really sweet couple, in their late 40's, but so focussed on their careers that sometimes I wondered why they'd bothered to have a child at all! especially such a belated one, but they did surprise me on my 18th birthday by having delivered some really lovely flowers and a sensational cocktail dress that they'd designed. I thought mom and dad would faint when I put it on and paraded around, it was in some kind of new material composite that really molded to every curve of my body - and by this time I had really developed some enticing curves - and was so tight over my breasts that I hadn't been able to wear a bra with it, so my nipples really stood out.

Dad kind of frowned, and mom blushed, but neither actually said anything disapproving as they didn't want to spoil my birthday, but I could see what they thought reflected in their eyes and in their somewhat tight expressions. It was left to my brother to boost me up again when he followed me down the corridor towards my room and said "Wow, Sis, I didn't realize you had such fantastic tits!" Crude, I know and typical of him, but it did make me feel a little better, although I wasn't sure if I'd ever get the opportunity to wear the outfit, I mean if I put that on to go out I knew my dad would freak. So, for the next couple of months it sat in my wardrobe, almost teasing me every time I opened it to get something, almost daring me to put it on, but I couldn't risk it in the house just in case mom or dad wandered by.

Then I got a call to ask if I'd baby sit for a new couple that had moved in to a house that had been built a couple of streets away. They were only in their early 30's but were work friends of the designer couple, who had recommended me to them. Even with the recommendation, they still wanted to interview me first, particularly as they would be going to an event that was going to last well into the night and I might be required to stay over, a situation that dad didn't really like, so insisted on coming to the interview with me so he could check out their suitability too. At first, that embarrassed me, but then I realized that he was only being protective and caring, so I let him come along.

Jeremy and Francine turned out to be a delightful couple, charming, well educated, erudite and both quite beautiful in their own different ways, so I was enchanted with them straight away. Surprisingly, so was dad, especially when they commended him on his thoughtfulness in coming and checking them out - he did have the grace to blush at that! The end result was that all of us were satisfied, so made the arrangement for me to be at their house by 6pm on the Friday night. It was as I was thinking about the baby sitting job, and the fact that they were in the fashion industry too, that I got the sudden idea to pack my new dress in with my night attire. 

I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I changed into it when I was there and walked around a bit just to get the feel of it, but I'd have to reassure them that I hadn't organized to have a boyfriend over or anything, I decided to tell them the truth about mom and dad's reaction and how I didn't think I'd ever get to wear it out anywhere.

So, when I arrived at their house at 6pm on the Friday, and Francine had talked me through where everything was that I might need for young Jamie, I confided in her about the dress, and she laughed, telling me that her parents had been exactly the same, and when she'd actually gone into modeling and then the fashion industry they'd practically disowned her. I blushingly told her I could tell she was a model, she was so beautiful and sophisticated. She laughed lightly and gave a little curtsy, "Why thank you Felicity, it's nice to know I haven't lost it all together, but modeling is in the past, that's for gorgeous young creatures like you" she said. I blushed furiously, and just at that moment, Jeremy walked in.

"Hey, what's this about gorgeous young creatures?" he asked in a bantering tone.

Francine grinned, "Oh I was just telling Felicity that I've past the use by date for models, and it's gorgeous creatures like her that turn the heads now"

Jeremy walked over and hugged her, "Nonsense!" he said, "You'll never be past the use by date, and you'll always turn heads, because you're absolutely beautiful."

I thought that was the most fantastic thing I'd ever heard a husband tell his wife, and I could see that Francine was pleased too, then he turned to me and quickly looked me up and down, causing me to flush slightly, "But at the same time, I have to agree with Francine, you certainly are a gorgeous young creature and you'll be turning people's head for many years to come." He said, and I really did blush furiously. Then Francine told him about the dress, and his eyes lit up, "Oh, one of Mavis and John's designs, I wouldn't mind seeing that myself, they do some super gear" he said, then looked at Francine and looked at his watch, "Do we have time for Felicity to put it on now so we can see it?"

Francine grinned, "Oh yes plenty of time, I'm dying to see it too, why don't you go and slip it on in the spare room while we make ourselves a last minute drink" she said, and I didn't really seem to have much of a choice, so I picked up my bag from the lounge and moved into the spare room and started to quickly change, a mixture of fear and excitement running through me. It was only when I finished and glanced into the mirror that I had sudden reservations, for some reason my nipples seemed to be harder and bigger than ever before and were really standing out. But I wasn't given the time to change my mind as Francine called out and asked me if I was ready, so I took a deep breath and walked tentatively out into the lounge room, to be greeted by a low whistle, not just from Jeremy, but from Francine too.

Then they were both talking at once, commenting on the material, the color, the cut, the shaping, everything it seemed except the person that was in it. Then they asked me to move around, and I started to feel like a model on a catwalk, walking and turning to yet more chatter about the dress itself, I almost lost awareness of where I was. Then they asked me to bend at the knees so they could see how the material rode on my hips and buttocks, then lean forward at the waist to see how it held and firmed my breasts, and I did all those things totally unaware of exactly how much of myself I was showing, totally unconcerned at their references to my buttocks and breasts until Francine came over to make a point to Jeremy and actually cupped her hands under my breast and squeezed slightly, almost popping it out, "See how wonderfully this new material moves with the body" she said, "We really must ask Mavis and John if we can use it with some of our designs. Can you lean forward a little more Felicity?" she asked.


Automatically I did so, and her hands seemed to pull back slightly on the material and her finger brush against my hard nipple, causing me to shiver slightly and smother a gasp, I mean I didn't want to make a fool of myself while these two professionals were treating me as a model. I glanced up and was stunned to see Jeremy grinning and staring right down the cleavage of the dress at my ripe breasts, and heat suddenly exploded through me, not helped by Francine's hand which seemed to be moving in a slight caressing motion on my breasts and nipple, making it stiffen even further. But I knew I was just imagining it, after all, they were talking about the dress, not about me. Then Francine moved away and I straightened up, and once again they were talking trade talk about cuts and materials, and I knew for certain that I had only imagined things.

A moment later Jeremy let out a gasp as he glanced at the clock, "My god, we have to hurry, we certainly can't be late for this event, it's too important for the future of the company," then he moved over and lightly brushed his lips against my cheeks, "Bye Felicity, you would really make a great model," he said.

Francine had dashed out and grabbed her coat and handbag and came rushing back in and also kissed me lightly on the cheeks, "You know where everything is, help yourself to anything you want and let's hope Jamie sleeps right through, Bye" she said, and then they were gone.

Wow! I slumped on the couch amazed, excited and a little scared about what had just happened, even though I knew it was all just my imagination, my own reaction to Jeremy staring at my breasts and Francine touching them had really shocked me. I glanced down and again sucked in my breath at the sight of my firm breasts and my rock hard nipples, and I giggled, some model I'd make, I thought, first parade and I'm hot and horny from being looked at, what if I was having to model some of those outfits that showed almost everything? a shiver ran through me and my right hand automatically came up and cupped my breast. My eyes closed and my fingers momentarily brushed over my nipple, sending a huge shudder through me, and I squirmed on the couch, remembering how Francine's hand had felt. 

Damn I mustn't think like that. I quickly took my hand away and stood up and walked around, trying to pretend I was on the catwalk once again, then I walked back to the spare room and posed and postured in front of the mirror. Trying to remember the way they'd told me to walk. Letting my buttocks swivel and sway and standing very straight so my breasts were uplifted. Then I leaned forward in front of the mirror and finally gasped aloud as I found myself staring not just at my cleavage, or even the slopes of my breasts, but all the way down to my hard, thrusting nipples. 

With mounting trepidation I lifted my hand and tried to place it where Francine had placed hers and moved it back the way she had, and my eyes flew wide at the result. In tightening the side where her hand was, she effectively loosened the other side so that it gaped slightly, and everything was revealed! the whole of my breast and the whole of my nipple, god, no wonder Jeremy was grinning and staring! another huge shudder ran through me, and with a sense of shock I realized I wasn't angry over what had happened, I was incredibly excited, Jeremy had been staring at my naked breast and had obviously loved it! I chuckled suddenly, reminded of my brother's rather crude comment, well someone else obviously though I had 'fantastic tits' too!

My reverie was suddenly interrupted by a cry from down the hall, and I was immediately brought back to an awareness of why I was really there. I hurried down the corridor and found Jamie sitting up in bed crying, so took him in my arms and rocked him gently. Two hours and many soothing stories later and Jamie was finally fast asleep once again and I walked slowly back to the spare room feeling very tired. I eased myself out of the special dress, allowing myself just a brief moment of sadness at the thought that I might not get to wear it again for a long time, then slipped back into my original clothes and walked into the lounge to put on the TV and fetch myself a drink and some munchies. Settling down into the cushions on the couch and flicking from channel to channel trying to find something worth watching, but tiredness soon took over and I feel asleep, the TV still softly murmuring in the back ground.

It only seemed I'd been asleep for a moment, when the door seemed to burst open and a rather loudly laughing and crooning Jeremy almost fell through, only prevented from doing so by the steadying arm of Francine. I jumped up from the couch, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and I guess looking a little startled, "It's okay," said Francine, "Jeremy's had one or two too many as usual and made a fool of himself, can you help me with him?"

I hurried over and grabbed Jeremy's other arm and was surprised by how little he was able to move on his own as Francine and I walked him across the room and down the corridor to their bedroom, where he flopped straight onto the bed. "It's ok now" said Francine, "I can handle it from here, perhaps you could make me a hot drink, I think I need one"

I walked back to the lounge, then into the kitchen and prepared a nice hot coffee. Hoping that was what she had in mind. She arrived just as I was pouring the hot water. "Mmm that sure smells good, and boy, do I need it!" she said.

I happened to glance at the clock and was surprised to see it was barely after midnight, and she caught my glance, "Oh yes, I know we're back early, that damn husband of mine still doesn't know how to hold his drinks, and once he gets to that singing stage I just have to get him away before he wrecks any chance we have to impress in the fashion industry, oh, how was Jamie, not too much of a bother I hope?"

I told her about his waking and crying and how long it took me to get him back to sleep, and she grinned wryly, "Guess we've both had an evening we could have done without" she said, " What we need is something to brighten us both up - and she grinned - why don't you go and put on that fabulous dress again, you know you like parading in it, and I could show you how a model really shows the dress off to perfection, and we'll soon forget the problems of the evening"

I only hesitated a moment, the thought of wearing the dress, of being taught how to be a model, was just too overwhelming, so with a nervous laugh I danced off to the spare room and put the dress on once again. When I returned, Francine was in the lounge room sitting cross legged on the couch, clutching her coffee cup, there was no low whistle this time, but her eyes were on me from the moment I walked in, and she gestured for me to walk up and down in front of her, giving me little tips as I went. 

Once again, the straightening of the shoulders and back to enhance the bust line, the extra wiggle of the buttocks at each turn, the need to smile constantly and occasionally throw my head back so my hair bounced around my shoulders and my breasts. Then she placed her empty cup on the side table and rose up from the couch to walk around me at close quarters, humming and nodding every now and again. "The only problem with this particular material" she said "is that it needs to be constantly smooth, with no protrusions, now I see you've been sensible enough not to wear a bra, but unfortunately the panties create quite a line and spoils the total effect, why don't you slip them off and see if you can see the difference"

I gulped, looking sharply at the door to the corridor, and she laughed, "Oh don't worry about Jeremy, he's out for the count for the rest of the night"

I felt myself flushing, and realized that I was acting like a child when I really wanted to be seen as a sophisticated woman, so just turning away slightly from Francine for modesty sake, I lifted up the hem of the dress, quickly peeled my panties down and tossed them onto the chair and let the dress drop down again, feeling the heat suddenly start to flow through my body. When I glanced over at Francine I could see that she was slightly flushed too, her eyes still lying on my discarded panties, and her tongue wiping across her lips. Then she shook her head, and turned to look at me, her eyes sweeping up and down my body, much as Jeremy's had done the first time, in fact, it gave me the same feeling of heat and excitement. She grinned and walked around me once again, "Mmmm that's so much better" she sighed, "such perfect lines now" and she reached out and brushed her hand across the material stretched over my tight buttocks, "Can you feel the difference? the new sense of freedom?, the new feeling of sensuality?" she asked, her hands still lightly caressing my buttocks.

"Yes" I whispered hoarsely, not entirely sure I should be enjoying the feeling of her hands on my buttocks the way I was, I even found myself bending slightly as if to press my ass cheeks more into her hands, and I think she detected it, as she moved around behind me and placed both hands on my buttocks, gently stroking and caressing, and I seemed to be holding my breath.

Then she moved closer and her hands slid around over my hips and up my stomach to lightly cup my breasts. "Mmmm, you are indeed a glorious creature!" she whispered, "Such a perfect, firm young body, just like I had when I was modeling!"

"But you're still incredibly beautiful and have a fantastic body!" I whispered back.

"Well I do try to keep in shape," she said quietly as if to herself, "And I do appreciate a beautiful body, mine or anyone elses..."

She was still lightly caressing my breasts and rubbing against my stiffened nipples and I was trying not to cry out with the sensations that were running through me, but when she took one nipple between her fingers and lightly squeezed it, I couldn't hold back the moan, or the shudder, and that seemed to wake her from her reverie, "Oh, I'm sorry, Felicity, I didn't mean to hurt you", she stammered, and she let go and moved around the front, "Can you forgive me?, it's been such a long time since I've seen anyone as beautiful and sexy as you, I guess I got carried away"

I quickly reached out and grabbed her hands, not wanting her to feel upset, "It's OK, Francine, really, I was just....you know...surprised"

She stared at me, a slightly confused and contrite look on her face, "Are you sure, I mean, I'd hate to offend you" she whispered.

I gave her a slightly tremulous smile, still feeling all that incredible heat flowing through me, still feeling the impressions of her hands on my breasts, "Of course, I'm sure, and I'm not offended, honest, in fact..." my voice tailed off and my eyes and head dropped down.

She let go of my hands and lifted hers to my chin and raised my head so we were staring into each other's eyes, "Oh Felicity, do you mean...um...do you mean... you liked it?"

I knew I was flushing, I could feel it racing over my face, but her hands didn't let me look away, and I stared silently into her eyes for what seemed an age, Then she smiled and gently caressed my cheeks, "You don't have to say it" she whispered, "I can see it in your eyes" and she drew my head forward and kissed me gently on the lips, and as she did so her hands again slipped down and cupped my breasts, and I moaned into her mouth. Her tongue slid forward and invaded my mouth and my own tongue eagerly came to meet it and dance with it, even though I had never kissed like this before, and certainly not with another woman.




Babysitter Ch. 1



Then she pulled back slightly and again looked me deep in the eyes, "Touch me, Felicity, please touch me" she whispered, a slight quaver in her voice, and as if in a dream I raised my hands and cupped her breasts also, and a shudder ran right through her. Then we were kissing again, deeper and more passionately this time, our tongues dancing wildly, while our hands fondled each other's covered breasts.

Then she was pulling away and moving around behind me and her hands were on the zipper of the dress, tugging it down all the way to the bottom, "Oh, I just have to see you, see your beautiful body naked" she whispered hotly in my ear, and I shuddered. Just that slight movement was enough to send the beautiful dress cascading to the floor, and I was naked, totally naked, and her hands were on me, stroking, caressing all over my back and my ass cheeks, and then coming around to cup my breasts and roll my nipples between her fingers, and a whole series of shakes and shudders ran through me.

Then she moved again, letting go of me and walking slowly around in front of me, letting her eyes roam hotly up and down my body, and I found myself lifting my breasts, thrusting them forward, wanting her to like them, to like me. Then she turned away from me and whispered, "Will you, please?", and I knew what she wanted.

With trembling fingers I reached out and began to slide the zipper of her dress down, all the way to the swell of her buttocks, and she gave a slight shake of her body to send it cascading to the floor and I gasped even more loudly. She was totally naked too, no bra, and no panties! the thought that she had gone like that to her party both shocked and excited me, and I found myself reaching out and cupping and caressing her incredibly firm ass cheeks, and I heard her moan, and felt her shudder. 

Emboldened by this, I stepped forward and slipped my hands around her and lifted them to cup her breasts, and she leaned back into me with another moan. I was surprised and delighted at how lush and firm her breasts were, and how good it felt to fondle them, another shudder ran through her, "Oh yes, Felicity, that feels so good, make Francine feel good" she almost pleaded, and suddenly I felt incredibly grown up, all the fears and uncertainties rushing away, leaving only an incredible desire, an incredible fire burning throughout my whole body.

She turned in my arms and we were again kissing deeply, our naked breasts pressing into each other, our nipples playing a game of hide and seek with each other, our naked pussies rubbing sensuously against each other, and I knew that she was filled with the same fire and the same desire as I was. My hands were caressing and squeezing her firm ass cheeks and hers were doing the same to me as the kiss went on and on and on, and the fire got hotter and hotter and hotter.

Then as if at some silent signal, we slowly slipped to the floor, and she began to make love to me, slowly and expertly, her hands and her lips and her incredible tongue painting pictures of love all over my body, bringing to life parts of me I never knew existed. And then her lips and her tongue were at my pussy, brushing it like a feather, driving me wild, slipping inside and flicking over my super sensitive clitoris, and causing me to cry out in ecstasy. Oh god, I'd never felt anything like it, over and over again her tongue danced and darted in and out of my pussy, teasing, arousing, exciting, lifting me to unbelievable heights, and then sending me even higher.

And then I was exploding, my body bucking and heaving into her face, my juices pouring down into her mouth where she lapped it all up with her continuously darting tongue. I cried out so loud I was sure I was waking the whole neighborhood, but she made no attempt to silence me, instead, driving harder and faster with her tongue as I shuddered and shook through climax after climax, until I could finally climax no more and I slumped in an exhausted heap. She carefully, lovingly licked up the last of my juices, then trailed her tongue back up my body. over my heaving breasts, to press her lips once more against mine and kiss me deeply. I could taste my own juices on her tongue as she probed once more to dance a quieter dance with mine, Mmmmm, so beautiful.

We stayed that way for quite a while, just holding each other and gently kissing as my breathing slowly came back to normal, and then moved on. I found myself pressing her backward onto the floor and running my lips and tongue over her face and neck, "Oh god yes, Felicity" she whimpered, as her body began to writhe under my hands and my lips. Although I'd never done this before, I tried to remember the way she had done things to me and copy that, and it seemed to work, and she was soon moaning and crying out too, particularly when I started to slide my tongue into her warm, wet pussy. I was amazed at how sweet it tasted, and just as amazed to realize I wasn't doing it out of any sense of obligation, I really, really wanted to make love to her, I was getting turned on all over again.

I was down between her legs now, spreading then apart and spreading her pussy lips too as I darted my tongue as deep as it could reach. She had an amazingly long clitoris and I sucked it into my mouth like it was a miniature cock, and ran my tongue around and around it, and that seemed to drive her right over the top into her first orgasm. Her scream was so loud that I jumped back a moment, only to dive right back in and suck furiously on her clitoris again, then thrust my tongue deep into her pussy and lap the juices that were pouring down over the walls and into my eager mouth. Oh wow, this was so incredible, and Francine seemed to be loving it too, as she bounced and cried and shuddered and whimpered, through orgasm after orgasm until she too collapsed exhausted, breasts heaving uncontrollably.

Mmmm I licked her clean, then trailed my tongue back up her body as she had done to me, and allowed her to taste her own juices on my tongue, and she groaned deeply as she sucked my tongue into her mouth. Mmmmmmmm, it had all been so special, so unbelievable, and I hugged Francine, knowing deep down that this first time wouldn't be the last time. I fell asleep with my hand cupping her beautiful breasts, and hers cupping mine. But not even a dream could top what I'd just experienced, I didn't think I was going to stop smiling for a month!



Babysitter Ch. 2



When my eyes opened the next day I was slightly disorientated, not quite knowing where I was. I quickly realized I was naked, lying on a couch, covered by a light sheet, but not sure how , where or why. Then the events of the previous night came flooding back and I sat up with a slight gasp, the sheets falling away from my ripe, firm breasts, and I hastily pulled the sheet back up again and looked around. The room was deserted, but I could hear movement and the light noise of plates and dishes being moved coming from the adjoining Kitchen, God, was it Francine or Jeremy, I thought in mild panic, had Jeremy seen me like this? I felt the heat flood into my face and looked around again. 

Just an arm's length away were my clothes, neatly piled on a chair, not the special sexy dress I'd been parading for Francine when the night had turned sexual - I felt myself blushing wildly - but my street clothes, and I realized that Francine must have organized them for me. I slipped into them hurriedly and had barely finished when the kitchen door opened and a smiling Francine entered with a tray containing coffee and cereal.

"Ah, I thought I heard movement" she said, "and I thought you might need some breakfast before you go"

I felt the blush starting again and couldn't meet her eyes as memories came flooding back. She placed the tray on the table in front of me and bent down and lightly caressed my cheeks with her lips and an immediate fire sprang up in me, but she acted as if she hadn't noticed and started a light, inconsequential conversation about their plans for the day and what mine would be, and before long we were laughing and joking, and as relaxed as if nothing had ever occurred between us, and that was the way the atmosphere stayed until I finally looked at the clock and sprang up, saying I had to go or dad would kill me. 

She laughed at that and quickly collected her purse from her bag and paid me the usual baby sitting rate plus a small bonus...for staying over for the night, she said, but when I looked sharply at her there was just a wide innocent smile on her face and I relaxed. I left with the feeling of her warm embrace and the tingle from her light kiss still lingering on my lips as I headed for home. Well, I'd certainly never had a babysitting assignment like that before, I thought to myself, and grinned, but, wow, I'd sure enjoyed it!

The next few days passed slowly as life for me returned to normal after that amazing night, but I'd frequently find myself looking at the dress, remembering and shuddering with pleasure. The days turned into a week and then another and there was no communication from Francine or Jeremy, and I was back to the rounds of my regular customers whose lives somehow seemed to have taken on a gray shade of boring normality, or perhaps it was just me, perhaps somehow I had been changed by the events of that night. 

I didn't think I had, I certainly didn't go around staring lustfully at any women, certainly didn't feel any sudden lift in temperature or a dryness of the mouth when I saw my horny friends in their bikinis at the beach, in fact everything quickly returned to the regimen of study, work, sleep, study, work, sleep, yawn, yawn.

It was late Friday afternoon three weeks later that my mother took the call from Francine, asking if it was at all possible for me to baby sit that night. Apologizing for the lateness of the call, but explaining that a sudden emergency had arisen. Strangely enough I did not have a booking that night, well actually I did have, but it had been cancelled inexplicably the previous day, so mom, on my behalf - she and dad always looked after my bookings anyway to ensure I didn't do too many - told Francine that it would be ok, and she'd tell me as soon as I got home from College. 

She didn't even react when Francine advised that it might be another late night that would require me to stay over, but I did when I heard, feeling an immediate and wild flush run through me. This time, however, as I was scrambling around getting myself ready in the brief time I had after College, I decided not to take the risk of taking the sexy dress with me, after all, I had to acknowledge that this might actually be another straight forward baby sitting exercise, and Jeremy wouldn't get drunk again and Francine wouldn't....my thinking stopped there as heat almost overwhelmed me and I dashed into the shower and stood for an age under a very, very cool spray.

I stood in front of the door of Jeremy and Francine's house and composed myself before ringing the door bell. When the door opened, Francine was standing there with a warm, welcoming smile on her face, and as she ushered me in, she gave me a brief hug that still managed to send shivers through me, then walked me into the kitchen and placed a steaming cup of coffee in front of me, "I knew you'd be bang on time" she said with a grin, "Punctuality and reliability were two of the things that everyone said about you, and convinced us that you were the right person to look after Jamie when we were away"

I flushed with embarrassment at her compliment, then noticed that her smile had quickly disappeared and a small frown replace it. "Is something wrong?" I asked, then glanced around, realizing that I hadn't seen or heard anything of Jeremy or Jamie since my arrival.

She seemed to flush just slightly, then raised her eyes to mine and took a deep breath, "Well, I have a bit of a confession to make" she said, hesitantly, "Jeremy has taken Jamie to his mothers for the weekend, so you won't be needed as a baby sitter tonight." she stopped and took in another deep breath, then plunged on, "In fact, there was never a baby sitting job at all tonight, but I knew if I told your mother and father the real reason for asking you here they probably wouldn't have let you come"

She stood up and walked around the room, stopping to look out the window at the fading summer sunshine, "I guess I should just tell it as it is, and if you're upset or offended, then you can go home and tell your parents that one of us had fallen sick or something and the evening had been cancelled, and, of course, you'd still be paid for the inconvenience," she said, and returned to sit at the table and finally look me in the eye.

"After Jeremy and Jamie left for his visit to his mother this morning I got a sudden call from a very important client wanting to see some of our designs urgently. I guess you realized from what we said last time that we're trying to get ourselves established in the industry, and every single client is of vital importance in that building process, well, when Mary Squire said she needed to see the gear tonight I almost died, I mean it's virtually impossible to get any of the top models at short notice, and a model is so vital to the impact clothes can have on a buyer, particularly one of Mary's stature. She represents one of the largest Boutique chains in the country, and if we can get our designs in there, well, the future of the business is assured."

I listened in awe to her talk, I could see the excitement and the determination in her eyes as she spoke and could feel myself being lifted and carried along by her enthusiasm, wow, this was what the fashion world was all about, dreams and corporate wheeling and dealing. "I understand" I said, almost breathlessly, "But what does it have to do with me?"

She flushed slightly and took another deep breath, "Well last time you were here you paraded that creation of Mavis and John's, and I'm sure you remember Jeremy saying that you were a natural as a model, graceful and beautiful, and I've never know Jeremy to be wrong about these things. He used to be a photographer, so he has an eye for what appeals to people and he's seen and photographed so many models that he can practically pick them at first glance, and he certainly picked you, in fact he hasn't stopped raving about you since that night" she said.

I felt myself go bright red, although most of it was pleasure and delight at the fact that Jeremy had seen something so special in me, something I'd certainly never seen.

"Anyway, to cut a long story short," she continued, "after I'd made a number of unsuccessful calls to modeling agencies, it suddenly hit me that you would be the perfect person to model our clothes for Mary, particularly as it was going to have to be an evening assignment, which is something most professional models avoid as often as possible"

"Me!" I almost squealed, "But I've never done any modeling, oh I'd ruin your chances, oh I couldn't!"

She smiled warmly and reached across and lightly brushed my arm, "Oh, I know all that, but I've also seen you parade, and I know that Jeremy's right, you're a natural, don't forget, I was a model myself once, so I know what it takes, and you have what it takes. But before you decide, why don't I show you the designs we've created, and if you don't like them or still feel that you can't do it, I'll ring Mary and make some excuse to cancel the session" she said. 

I felt terrible as I followed her out of the kitchen, knowing that she was relying on me, knowing that their whole business might be in jeopardy if she cancelled , yet feeling incredibly scared at the prospect of parading and perhaps ruining her chances by messing that up. She walked down into the master bedroom and opened a special, large walk in wardrobe and clicked on the light and I gasped in astonishment, arrayed before me was a smorgasbord of exotic .. and sometimes erotic.. dresses and lingerie. It was like suddenly being thrust into Aladdin's cave and being blinded by the jewels in the boxes, although this time it was the jewels of fashion, every girls secret dream and fantasy seemed to be sparkling in front of me. I tentatively reached out and brushed my hands over some of the soft, shimmering materials, and she watched my face as she did so, seeing the delight and the awe in my expression, "Beautiful clothes need a beautiful woman to set them off, and you are extremely beautiful, Felicity", she said, and her voice seemed to have taken on a new timbre, one that reminded me of our previous time together, and sent a chill of delight rushing through me. Suddenly I knew I was going to do it for her, and as I turned around and our eyes met, she knew also, and she drew me to her, kissing me lightly on the lips and whispering thank you into my ear as she held me close.

Then she stepped away, and was suddenly all business, drawing out the particular creations she wanted to show to Mary, and I gasped and sighed as they were placed on the bed. Half a dozen of the most beautiful, sensual dresses I had ever seen, in a variety of sometimes subtle and sometimes bold colors. Then she hesitated and glanced at me as if thinking, then with a half lift of her shoulders she reached in and brought out some of the exotic lingerie, "I'm not sure if you'd be prepared to model these" she whispered, "and I'll understand, because some of them are very revealing, but they are a part of what we want to sell to Mary's chain of Boutiques, so......?"

I looked at then and felt my throat go dry, I picked up one of the sets and realized immediately that they would be almost completely transparent when on my skin, that I'd be parading almost naked in front of this buyer, this woman, and I flushed deeply. Seeing that, Francine lightly touched my arm, "I understand" she said softly, "The first time I had to do a lingerie shoot I almost died of embarrassment, but I found after the very first one that nobody was really looking at me, no one was really seeing my body, they were all too busy chatting about the material and the cut and all the technical things ... then she grinned ... in fact when I got back from that first parade down the catwalk I found I was actually angry that no one had paid any attention to me or my body"

I laughed along with her, remembering my own feelings when she and Jeremy were talking all about the cut and material of the dress I'd paraded last time, instead of admiring me, so I hugged her briefly and said, "Of course I'll wear them, I'll parade everything you want me to .. gulp .. if you really think I can, I mean I don't want to let you down" I stammered.

She placed a finger across my mouth and smiled almost lovingly across at me, "You will be perfect, I know it, and Mary will be here in less than an hour and I have to do your make up and everything, so let's get started" she said, and leaned forward and kissed me, this time not so briefly, and I momentarily felt her tongue slip forward and brush over mine ... or was it just my overexcited imagination?

The next hour seemed to fly by in a flurry of activity. I quickly learned that throwing a little make up on at home was vastly different to being 'made up' for modeling, and I was amazed at the difference when I saw the final result in the big mirror, gosh, even I thought I looked beautiful, and that was very rare indeed, normally all I saw was my imperfections, my slightly large nose, my slightly crooked left eyebrow, etc. but now, wow, I looked stunning! and Francine laughed at my obvious amazement and delight. Then It was straight on to sorting out which outfits I'd have to wear and in what order, as Francine told me it was important not to keep Mary waiting too long between each different outfit, so it would be rush back, slip out of one, slip into the other and back into the lounge room, which for someone who normally took a month of Sundays getting dressed was going to be a huge lesson indeed.

I was pleased, and a little relieved, when Francine decided to go with the slightly more formal dresses first, then on to the more risque ones, before finishing with the lingerie. I was holding the last show piece in my hands, still a little shocked by it's brevity and see through nature, when the door bell rang and Francine went hurtling down the corridor, yelling back at me, "Put the first dress on and I'll call you when I'm ready". I did as she asked. Careful not to crease it in any way, and stood there waiting nervously to be called. A moment of outright panic set in, oh god, what if I made a huge fool of myself, worse still what if I ruined everything for Francine and Jeremy? I stared in the mirror, unable to hide the smile of delight that lit my face as I saw again the amazing make up job, and it was as I was basking in that small glow of self appreciation that Francine called me in for the first time.

I squared my shoulders and marched as purposefully as possible down the corridor into the lounge room, remembering all the tips about shoulders back, chest out, sway those hips and most of all 'Smile', that Francine had drummed into me the previous week and again as we were working through the make up. I stepped inside the door and tried to put the widest smile possible on my face, as I marched, or slunk, or tottered across the room. In my feverish mind I was doing all three, but I saw Francine's bright smile of encouragement, and that lifted me up.

Then I heard Francine going into her spiel about the cut of the outfit, the material it was made of and the age bracket it was specifically aimed at, and I started to relax. At one point I was called over so that Mary could feel the texture of the material, and for the first time I dared to actually look at her. I was surprised, I'm not sure why, perhaps I expected a buyer for a large chain store group to be somewhat mature and maybe even a little hard nosed, but Mary was beautiful in her own right, dressed beautifully and obviously quite sophisticated and knowledgeable. I guessed she would be in her early to middle thirties, she had blonde hair cut quite short, but obviously quite natural, and when she stood to walk around me, was quite tall, at least a couple of inches above my own 5ft 8.

Then Francine asked me to parade the next dress and I hurried out of the room as quickly as possible, without spoiling things by running. But once out of sight I raced down the corridor, into the bedroom, slipped off the first dress and slipped into the second and raced back to the lounge again. Slowing as I got close so my entrance would be as polished as I could manage. All nerves had gone now, I was totally focussed on doing the best job I could for Francine, strutting and posing as Mary or Francine directed to give them the best view of the product. Never the less I was pleased when I headed out to get the third dress to hear Mary make a complimentary comment about that 'young, fresh model' that Francine had managed to secure, and what agency was I tied to. I didn't hear Francine's reply, but I heard her tinkling laugh, and a moment later Mary's slightly deeper one joining in. and for some reason a warm shiver ran through me.

When I returned with the sixth dress, one of the more risque ones, I was sure I heard a sharp intake of breath as I walked in. It wouldn't have surprised me, as this dress was cut sharply down the front to the waist, with the side panels lifted slightly like a butterfly wing, so my naked breasts were almost completely visible, especially if I dipped even slightly - something Mary asked me to do on a couple of occasions, so she could see if the material resumed it's proper position. It always did, but she seemed to want to make sure, and she was in charge so I paraded and dipped on demand. I could feel her eyes almost burning into my breasts, but instead of making me feel uncomfortable, it gave me a warm feeling all over, and when I glanced at Francine and saw her happy smile, I felt even warmer. 

s I returned to the bedroom after that parade I glanced back and saw Mary come out of the lounge and move down to the toilet, so I realized I had a little more time between parades on this occasion, so I was a little slower taking off the dress. Also it was the end of the dress section and the beginning of the lingerie, a fact which still made me a little nervous, a time to remove the only article that had been constant in the first section, a brief pair of panties, and don the almost see through items laid out before me. As I did so, I sensed eyes on me, and turned slightly, my panties held in my hand, and saw Mary standing outside the bedroom door looking in, looking straight at me, looking me up and down with a light in her eyes that I hadn't noticed before, a light that sent shivers down my body. A body, I realized with a start, that was totally naked. She looked, but said absolutely nothing, and it was so quiet I could hear my own somewhat disjointed breathing, then with a faint smile she turned and walked off down the corridor.

I stayed stock still until I heard her laughter as she greeted Francine, a little unnerved by her visit, feeling my body shaking slightly. Then I snapped out of it when I heard Francine's call and quickly slipped into the first of the lingerie, and hurried back down the corridor to start the parading again. The rest of the showing seemed to go by in a dazed, almost dreamy way, I noticed Francine had put on some low, slow music and that she and Mary were both sipping a drink, and I just undulated around, stopping whenever I was told to do so, dipping and bending, and even at one point dancing in front of them.

Then I heard Francine say in a warm, friendly voice, "Well that's the last one of the selection, I've set out for you, I think they will give you a good idea of the sorts of designs Jeremy and I produce within our company, and I hope you've found them to your taste". I could almost feel the silence as she waited for Mary's response, and I found myself holding my breath, staring at them, no thoughts of dashing off and changing out of the last item. Then Francine saw me standing there and with a sharp cry, jumped to her feet, "Oh, sorry, Felicity, I got carried away, whatever must you think of me, I'll get you a wrapper, so you don't get cold" she said, and immediately dashed out of the room.




Babysitter Ch. 2



I stood there feeling a little self conscious, feeling Mary's eyes on me, I turned to look at her and again she was looking me up and down, sending that warm tingle through me again, then she gestured to the couch, "Come sit with me" she said, a smile in her voice, "Francine told me that you're not a regular model and I couldn't believe that, you're so beautiful and polished, and handled all the outfits so well, she is so lucky to have had you, it made all the difference to the way I saw the costumes" she said.

I gulped, "Does that mean you're going to order from Francine and Jeremy?", I asked, and she grinned and nodded. I heard the shriek before I saw Francine come rushing across the floor with a short robe in her hands.

"You really mean that?" she asked Mary, and again Mary nodded, smiling, and turned to me.

"Thanks to your very beautiful, sexy model" she said, "I don't think anyone else could have carried them off the way she did, you should book her up permanently for your company, I know I would" and she leaned over and lightly brushed her lips over my cheeks. I felt my face flushing and I looked at Francine, and she was flushed too, then she seemed to snap out of it and handed me the robe.

"I think that deserves a drink for all of us" she said, then glanced sideways at me, a curious, almost pleading look in her eyes, "You will join us, wont you, Felicity?" she asked.

I stopped, halfway through slipping into the robe, "Well, I don't normally" I said, then grinned widely, "But as this is a special occasion, I'd love to drink a toast with you and Mary", then I gulped, and turned a flush coming to my face, "Oh , I'm sorry I hope you didn't mind me calling you Mary' I said.

She smiled warmly at me and relaxed into the couch cushions, slipping her legs up and tucking them underneath her, "Of course not" she almost purred, "The official duties are all over now, we can relax and have fun together, and I'd love you to call me Mary, you don't have to rush off do you?"

Francine arrived with our glasses and handed one to each of us, "Oh, no" she said with a laugh, "I arranged for Felicity to stay here tonight"

Mary's smile widened, and somehow the distance between us seemed to shrink, although I don't think either of us moved, "A babysitter, model" she said shaking her head and laughing lightly, "Whatever will you think of next Francine" and we both laughed along with her, and Francine sat down so I was between the two of them. She sat very close, and from time to time as the conversation roamed over the fashion industry and we moved to another drink and then another, her hands would brush over my back or my side or my leg, sending little chills all up and down my spine.

I thought she was getting a bit emboldened when I felt her hand slip onto my inner thigh and start to caress it, but when I looked down I realized it wasn't Francine at all, it was Mary. I gasped, and her hand hesitated, then after that momentary hesitation, it began to move again, circling and caressing my inner thigh. I watched it, almost hypnotized, knowing I should call a halt, but somehow not wanting to. I glanced sideways at Francine and saw with a start that she too was gazing down at Mary's hand stroking my inner thigh, gazing and smiling, smiling and running her tongue lightly over her lips. I turned slightly and looked across at Mary, and our eyes met, and there was a hotness in them, and an invitation, the same almost pleading invitation I'd seem in Francine's eyes that very first time. It was the moment of truth and I knew it, knew it and wanted it!

Slowly I let my legs fall apart, hearing the slight intake of breath from Francine, and seeing the quick spark of joyfulness that flickered through Mary's eyes. I expected to feel her hand immediately take the proffered opportunity and move straight to my eager young pussy, but instead it came up to cup my face and she pulled me forward gently and kissed me on the lips. A slow, gentle kiss that seemed to build and build and build, sending liquid fire coursing right though me. Then I felt hands on me, not Mary's which were still cupping my face, but Francine's, easing the robe from my shoulders and tugging it away, then moving to the clip of the almost see through bra and undoing it. I dropped my hands from Mary's neck where they seemed to have drifted of their own volition, to allow Francine to remove the bra completely.

Immediately one of Mary's hands dropped and started to cup and caress my breast, causing my body to jump and jerk and a moan of pleasure to seep from my throat into her hot, tantalizing mouth. Then I felt myself lifted slightly and Francine was peeling the panties from my body, leaving me totally naked, and a moment later Francine's hands were on me too, stroking and caressing me, and my body threatened to explode.

I guess Mary's and Francine's hands must have brushed close to my breast as they both sought to arouse and excite me, because she puled back from our kiss, leaving me slightly breathless, and glanced down, her eyes widening slightly, then smiling hotly as she saw my totally naked body. She glanced over at Francine and a silent message seemed to pass between them, and she stood up and started to take off her clothes. 

We both watched as she disrobed, Francine's hands continuing to caress and excite my body, and when she was finished we both moaned with delight and pleasure. Mary was absolutely beautiful! High , firm breasts that were larger than both Francine's and mine, with nipples that seemed to stand out a mile, dark pink and juicy. She obviously worked out because there was hardly an ounce of unnecessary fat anywhere. But what caught my eye most, and sent massive shudders running through me was the fact that her pussy was completely bare! I'd never seen one like it, I could only gawk, and drool, god yes, I actually found myself drooling at the sight of it, so beautifully sculptured, like a work of art, with her glistening inner pink pussy lips showing and even a hint of her clitoris peeping through.

She stood for a moment, proudly displaying her beautiful naked body to us, enjoying the adoration and the lust she could see in our eyes, then she slid back onto the couch and took me in her arms and kissed me passionately. Her tongue darted between my lips like a butterfly searching for somewhere to land, flicking here and there in a wild abandoned dance, and my own tongue darted eagerly forward to dance with hers. I felt her breasts pressing against mine, her long, hard nipples boring into me like red hot pokers, and one of her hands slid between my legs to lightly caress my pussy lips. I shuddered and shook with the fire that was racing through me, then felt a movement, and from the corner of my eye saw Francine stand up and walk quickly from the room. I was shocked, had I upset or offended her? a small feeling of panic ran through me, and I shifted in Mary's arms as if trying to escape them.

Then I saw Francine again coming back into the room, carrying a large, long object, which she proceeded to lay out on the carpet in front of us. It was a square of fake fur in a strange black and white design, but it looked thick, soft and sensuous. Mary seemed to sense something was happening and pulled back to look around, her eyes widened and a hot, sultry smile creased her face, "Oh, Francine, how did you know? I've always wanted to make love on a fur rug, and now ... she looked from Francine to me and back ... now I have two of the most beautiful people I know to make love with me" she whispered, and slid from my arms down onto the rug and squirmed sensuously about on it. When she looked up again her eyes looked as if they were on fire, and she was breathing unevenly, "Hurry, please, I can't wait" she said, hotly.

But we did wait, waited for Francine to disrobe, watched her as her incredibly beautiful body was revealed, Mmmm, I shivered at the sight of her, remembering, those feeling of intense desire welling up in me again, then all three of us were naked on the rug, feeling its sensual fur feeling against our naked bodies and writhing around on it. For a moment it was a little chaotic, with three bodies squirming around, but then I was flat on my back, Mary and Francine kneeling either side of me, and they began, working instinctively like a well oiled team they began to make love to me, their lips and tongues searching out and caressing every conceivable part of my body, sending me into raptures over and over again.

They worked on my breasts until I thought they were going to explode, then took turns working on my overheated pussy. I was amazed at how different it felt when each of them was working on my pussy, Francine was slow and sensual whereas Mary was quick and darting, but the effect was the same from each, rapturous ecstasy as orgasm after orgasm ripped through me, sending me off to some distant Galaxy called satisfaction. Then I found myself on my own, and I turned over to see Mary and Francine entwined, their faces buried between each other's legs, moaning and shuddering as they brought the maximum pleasure possible to each other. Mary was the first to scream and buck into an orgasm, but Francine was only a heartbeat behind, and I watched as they shuddered and shook in each other's arms.

The sight excited and aroused me, and I found myself moving swiftly as they parted to bury my face in between Mary's thighs, licking and lapping at the cream that was pouring from her, loving the taste and the aroma, driving her up once again to a shuddering, shaking orgasm that poured more juices into my eager mouth. I was amazed at how sensuous her shaved pussy felt beneath my lips, at how incredible it felt to explore her sculptured lips and that extra long clitoris that I'd seen peeping through her pussy lips earlier. I felt Francine stroking and licking my pussy, and within minutes I was writhing and screaming through an orgasm again. 

After that it became like a surreal dream, bodies, body parts and juice all mixed and mingled into an exotic cocktail of wild, unbridled passion that lasted almost the whole night, leaving the three of us sprawled exhausted, but blissfully happy, on the floor. We may have lain there all day if the phone hadn't rung at 9 0'clock, it was Jeremy advising that he was on his way home and would be there in about an hour. You have never seen such a mad scramble! But it was fun too, three naked females each trying to work out which panties were theirs, and taking every opportunity to 'accidentally' grab and grope as we did so, and it was three hot, happy, but somewhat flustered people that greeted Jeremy on his return, and he gave us a strange look before handing Jamie over to Francine to cuddle. His look turned to one of extreme joy when Francine revealed that they'd won an order from one of the biggest Boutique chains in the country, and I had a hard time escaping from his hug when he found out the important role I'd played in it, although Francine stuck strictly to the modeling role, much to my relief.

I left with their thanks and praises still ringing in my ears, watching as Mary herself left in her neat, compact convertible, seeing her smile and wave, and catching the kiss she blew as she drove away. 

It had been a night to savor for a long, long while, Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.



Babysitter Ch. 3



After the exquisite night with Francine and Mary, I was floating on cloud nine for days, full of little secret smiles and occasional wide grins that had mom and dad totally puzzled, but they were glad that I was so happy, and fortunately didn’t ask too many questions.

But when I went back to school on the Monday, it was a different matter, my best friend Meredith took one look at the sparkle in my eyes and demanded to know who the new boyfriend was. Of course I denied there was a boy and tried to change the subject, but Meredith kept honing in on it and just wouldn’t let go. Eventually I blurted out that I’d done some fashion modeling on Friday night and absolutely loved it, and Meredith’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she knew exactly how conservative and protective my parents were, and at first she wouldn’t believe me, but when I described all the dresses and how I had to parade them she started to believe me, and when I admitted that it was with the people I did babysitting for and that’s what mom and dad thought I was doing, she grinned widely.

“Mmmm, now I get it” she grinned “ you lied to your parents”

“No I didn’t” I gasped “I really was asked to baby sit, the modeling was only a last minute idea because Francine couldn’t get a model so late when she found out the store buyer was coming, I mean I was only doing her a favor really” I said.

Meredith grinned, “But you did enjoy it, all that parading around?” she said.

“Oh yeah” I sighed “it was like being on the stage for a while, with all those amazing clothes”

“Mmmm tell me about the outfits again, were they really sexy?”

I blushed slightly, “Well, some of them were sort of body hugging, and a couple were so tight I wasn’t able to wear a bra” I murmured, hoping no one else was overhearing this conversation.

“Wow” Meredith said, “ and how did you feel about that? Was Francine’s husband there? did he stare at your breasts? did he give you the eye?” she giggled.

“No!” I almost snorted, “There weren’t any men there at all, just Francine and the buyer, Mary”

“Aw” said Meredith, “That was no fun, imagine what it would have been like if there was a row of men there all staring at you, all salivating over your horny breasts”

I blushed furiously, a momentary flash coming into my head of a row of men seeing me in some of the more sexy items I hadn’t dare mention to Meredith, and I felt my nipples harden. They hardened even more when I saw Meredith staring at them and running her tongue over her lips, and her words hammered into my head…’horny breasts’ she’d said, god did she really think I had…I felt the flush really start to take hold and I quickly grabbed my books and rushed off to my next class, arriving way too early and having to walk around the block and back before the doors were opened and we filed inside. The walk calmed me down quite a bit, but all afternoon Meredith’s words and the way she’d stared at me kept coming back into my head, and I felt the same heat flooding through me I’d felt with Francine and Mary.

I avoided Meredith at the end of school and hurried home, needing time to think, time to sort out these crazy feelings that were whirling around inside me. I knew very well that Meredith hadn’t meant things to sound the way they did, I mean I knew she was absolutely boy mad, in fact she had more boyfriends than anyone else I knew at school or outside. This was because she was absolutely gorgeous looking, with her waist length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, her firm shapely body, with her really tight sexy bum. Even as I thought about her and described her in my mind I could feel the juices starting to pump in my pussy, and before long I was lying on my bed moaning and groaning as my fingers stroked my pussy, and my mind created visions of her slipping out of her clothes and leaning over and kissing me. As soon as I imagined the touch of her lips on mine I was cumming…furiously!

The next day I couldn’t face Meredith without blushing, but at the very end of the day she caught up with me and insisted on walking home with me, and all the way she talked of the modeling and how much she would have loved to have been there modeling too, getting me to describe the outfits over and over again. As we arrived at my house and started to part, she sighed and looked at me, “ gee I wish there was some way I could…guess you’ll never be doing it again though.” She murmured. For a moment her words just washed over me, then it was like a light flashing on in my head.

“Well” I said quietly, trying to contain my growing excitement, “There may not be another show like that, for a buyer or anything, but whenever I go over to baby sit, they get me to try on some of their latest creations, so they can see if it works on people my age, which is the market they’re aiming for. Perhaps, well, perhaps one time I can ask if I can bring you along too, and…..”

I didn’t even get to finish, she had leapt forward and was hugging me furiously, “Oh Felicity, would you?, would you really?, oh I’d be so grateful, honest I would, and I wouldn’t let you down, I mean I’d do everything they wanted me to do, I’d try to be real good for them” she cried loudly, and I looked around to make sure mom or dad wasn’t within hearing distance.

“Shhh, not so loud” I said, trying to drag her arms from around my neck “I don’t want any one else to know, you mustn’t tell, promise me”

“Yes. Yes, I promise” she said more quietly , still hugging me tightly. I let the hands that had been trying to remove her arms from around my neck drop and they somehow came to rest on her hips, spreading around to slightly cup the thrust of her buttocks, and a shiver ran through me. Without even thinking I pulled her closer, feeling her breasts and mine squash together slightly, and heat exploded throughout my body.

“Gulp, I can’t promise” I whispered, “I can only ask Francine and see what she says, and I don’t even know yet when they’ll want me again”

She squealed, “Oh that’s alright, I know you’ll do it, I just know” and to my astonishment she plastered a kiss right on my lips, before letting go and rushing off down the street, leaving me feeling flushed and aroused. I rushed inside and made a beeline for the shower and stood under it for an absolute age letting cold water pour all over me, but the fire was inside, and when I stepped from the shower and stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, my nipples were still as hard and swollen as could be, god, what was happening to me?

The next few days dragged by with infinite slowness. Each day I’d arrive at School and Meredith would be there smiling at me, a question mark in her eyes, and each day I’d shake my head and see the disappointment wash over her, but every day I became more and more conscious of her. I’d watch her walk towards me, noticing the slight bounce of her high, firm breasts, seeing the slightly puffed lips wreath into a warm smile, or I’d watch her walk away from me and notice the sway of her exquisite, tight bum, the toss of her long blonde hair, and I’d find myself getting as hot as any of the boys that were staring at her too.

It was early the following week, however, before a call came from Francine. Normally she rang mid evening and either mom and dad would take the call and make the arrangements after briefly checking that I was available, but this time she rang just after I arrived home from school, and I took the call. As soon as I heard her voice I felt the excitement explode inside me and had to make the conscious effort not to let it show to mom who had walked out to answer the phone. “It’s Francine, mom” I said, “I’ll handle it”

She nodded and smiled and retreated to the lounge room, and I pressed the phone close to my face as I whispered the usual greetings “Hello, Francine, how are you?”

Francine’s light tingling laugh sent shivers through me, “Oh I’m fine, but if you knew how difficult it’s been not phoning you every day” she said, and the heat became intense “last week was so special, so very special” she murmured softly.

“For me too” I whispered, “I’ve hardly thought about anything else since”

I could almost hear the smile on her face, “Then you wont mind coming over on Friday night and sit for us?” she asked. Then her tinkling laugh came again, “Actually we do have to go out this week, but not for a very long time, so if you don’t want to stay the night….”

“Oh I do, I do” I blurted out, feeling my nipples swell and harden.

“Oh that’s fantastic” Francine said, and I was sure I heard a note of relief in her voice, “Oh and we do have some wonderful new outfits that we’d love you to try on and parade for us…just to check that they’re suitable for the age group, you understand” she giggled.

“Mmmm, I’d absolutely love to” I whispered, “Are they…uh…daring” I asked.

“Well, let’s say I was thinking of you when I designed them, thinking of you and your magnificent body, and how it would be a crying shame to cover too much of you up” she said, hotly.

I found myself pressing into the corner of the telephone table, rubbing my pussy over its edge, feeling waves and waves of heat flowing through me, but then I remembered, and with a slight gulp I asked, “Would it be alright if my friend Meredith came with me this time?”

For a moment there was a deathly silence, “Oh, does that mean you’ve told someone about us?” she asked quietly.

“I …well I told Meredith about the costumes and about demonstrating them, and how beautiful they were, and she absolutely loves fashion and she’s so beautiful, and……”

I heard a deep chuckle come from Francine, “Beautiful, is she, Mmmm, and have you told her about us?”

“Oh no!” I gasped, “I’d never tell anyone”

“Well, if you really want to bring her I guess that would be ok, but I guess that means you wont be staying over?” she said.

I felt myself starting to grin, “Oh, I certainly intend to stay over” I whispered hotly, “but I can’t speak for Meredith, her parents may not let her”

“Mmm, but you’d like her to wouldn’t you?” she asked, perceptively.

I felt myself blush, and blush more when she laughed lightly, then I plucked up the courage to say “Yes, yes, I would like her to stay”

Francine’s voice was teasing, and low in a very sexy way as she whispered, “Felicity, I think you’re becoming very bold, and I like that, I think you’re beginning to enjoy what we share together, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes” I almost moaned, rubbing my pussy against the table even more firmly.

“Then if you want your friend Meredith here, that’s ok, and if she needs me to speak with her parents about staying over, you know how to get hold of me. If not, we’ll see you on Friday at the usual time, have to go, dinner is nearly cooked, bye, I love you”

Then she was gone, and for a long moment I stood there slowly rubbing against the table, still holding the phone close to my ear. Then I heard mom call, and with a gasp I dashed off to my room, scrambled out of my clothes and made a quick dash to the shower, at least mom would think my flush was due to that, I thought.

I deliberately arrived late at school the next day and successfully avoided Meredith until the very end of the day. I waited until she saw me before starting off towards home, and she quickly caught me up and looked at me expectantly. For a moment I just stared silently at her, then a smile started at my lips and just grew and grew, and she knew, and with a wild squeal she threw her arms about me, “Tell me, tell me, she rang didn’t she, can I come?”

“Hold it, hold it” I squealed, once again trying to pull her arms from around my neck, and once again failing, so dropping then to her hips. “Yes, she rang, and yes she said you could come” I said, and felt her whole body tightening up. “She’s asked me to stay the night again, but if you don’t want to or can’t that’s ok, you can come for the first part of the evening before they go out and miss the session when they get back. But if you want to stay over too and want Francine to talk to your mom she’s happy to do that”

For a moment she stared wide eyed at me, then a shudder ran through her body, “Stay the whole night” she whispered, “Wow, wouldn’t that be something, we could try all the outfits on over and over again”. then she shook her head and grinned, “Oh I don’t think there’ll be any problem with mom, I can wrap her around my little finger when I want to, and I really want to do this, really, really, oh Felicity, you are absolutely the best friend” and she kissed me! not the light, fleeting kiss of the other day, but a firm, almost passionate kiss on the lips.

My reaction was immediate, and as predictable as any boys, my body caught fire, my lips responded and my hands slid around to cup and caress her tight buttocks. I think we both realized what was happening at the same time and pulled back, more than a little flustered, her face was as flushed as mine, her eyes deep, dark and sparkling. Then she was laughing and dancing and twirling away from my arms and rushing down the street yelling over her shoulders, “I’ll ring when I’ve spoken to mom, but I know it’s going to be fine, I just know it, I’ll ring you later”, and I was left standing in the street with two very hard nipples and a very wet pussy, and a very large smile on my face.

True to her word she rang me later to confirm that she’d had no problem talking her mom into it so she’d be able to stay the whole night .. if I still wanted her to? I assured her that nothing had happened to change my mind, I really did want her with me. I thought I detected a small sigh of relief, and with a start, realized that she’d been as conscious as me of the kiss we shared and was afraid I’d been upset by it. I smiled to myself as I put down the phone, and that night had the most erotic dream imaginable.

Friday evening was there almost before I knew it, yet every moment of the intervening days had seemed like an eternity, I sensed a suppressed excitement in Meredith the whole time, and felt more than a little of it myself. But here we were standing at Francine and Jeremy’s door, each carrying a little case of night gear, and the door was opening and Francine was welcoming us in, giving us both a warm hug, and me a secret caress on the backside. Meredith was introduced to Jeremy, who’s eyes seem to light up as they slowly moved over her gorgeous body, “Mmm” he said, walking around her, “You’re going to look fantastic in our clothes, and the clothes are going to look fantastic on you, don’t you think so Francine?”

Francine grinned, “Oh yes, absolutely spectacular, that’s if Meredith wants to model them for us?”, she turned to me and grinned, “You have told her that some of them are a little risqué, haven’t you Felicity?”

I blushed, “Well, I did say they were a little daring” I stammered.

“I don’t mind” Meredith blurted out, “I’ve always wanted to try some designer clothes on and model them, I’ll wear whatever you tell me to”

Francine grinned, and so did Jeremy, then she moved over and brushed her hands down over Meredith’s long hair, “You’re certainly very beautiful” she said, softly, “but if there’s anything you feel uncomfortable about wearing, you don’t have to, I want you to be very certain about that”

Meredith flushed and straightened her shoulders, thrusting her beautiful breasts out, and I saw Jeremy’s eyes widen as he took them in, “Real models wouldn’t hesitate, would they?” she asked, “well I wont either, maybe I could be a real model if things go well”

Francine shrugged, “Well, if that’s the way you feel, Felicity will show you where we keep the outfits, they’re all laid out on the bed, we have about an hour before we have to go out, so why don’t you both go and get changed and start the parade” she said, softly.

Meredith was total excitement as I took her to the spare room, and her face was a picture of awe and delight as she picked up first one outfit, then another, holding them up to her body and swirling around. I took a quick look and grinned, “You realize these are all made for the no bra look?” I asked quietly.

“Oh I don’t mind, I love them, they’re so sexy, so grown up” she responded.

“But Jeremy will be there as well” I reminded her.

She turned and grinned at me, “Mmm Jeremy, he’s real cute isn’t he, so handsome, I bet these will really knock his eyes out” she giggled.

I laughed, “well on you they certainly will” I said.

“On you too” she gasped, “I mean you’re real beautiful”

I flushed, then grinned, “We’re both going to be showing a lot of flesh” I said.

“Didn’t you show a lot before?” she asked, grinning.

“Well yes, “ I replied, “especially with the underwear”

She gasped, “Underwear! You never told me you modeled underwear, wow, was it real sexy and see through?, where is it?”, she looked around the room.

“Perhaps they don’t have any new stuff this time, but yes some of it was quite see through…giggle…and a couple of pieces were what they call crotchless” I said

“Crotchless!” she gasped, “and you let Jeremy see you … see your …. Wow … Felicity…you are much more daring than me”

I grinned at her, “Just as well there aren’t any here then” I teased, “after all you did promise Francine and Jeremy you’d model anything” 

She blushed bright pink, then laughed, “Guess I asked for that, but if they were here, I would, honest” she said.

I grinned back, “well, let’s not keep the people waiting, let’s put on some of these gorgeous outfits and strut our stuff” I turned my back on Meredith and began to undress and slide into one of the slinky costumes and I heard her do the same. I tried not to look, but when I straightened up, lifting a dress over my hips I caught a glimpse of Meredith in the mirror on the wall behind the bed, just as she was unhooking her bra and taking it off, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw her magnificent breasts for the first time. So high, firm and perfectly formed, her nipples I noticed were already large and hard, I almost groaned out loud, then as she half turned I quickly dropped my eyes and hurried on with my costume change.

When we were both ready we turned and stared at each other and it was clear that both of us approved, fortunately Meredith was of a similar height and build to me so the costumes fitted her as perfectly as they fitted me, and they hugged her body and made it look like a million dollars. Her big nipples stood out clearly, and seeing my eyes on them she blushed, and flushed, “sorry” she whispered, a little self consciously, “but they always get like that, do you think it spoils things?” she asked.

I smiled at her uncertainty, and walked across and brushed my hand over her naked shoulder, “They look absolutely sensational” I whispered, “You’ll knock both Francine’s and Jeremy’s eyes out, just so, so sexy, but come on we can’t keep them waiting.

Well she did knock their eyes out, with that costume and all the others, and the longer it went on the more confident she became and the more her radiant personality shone through. Mind you I wasn’t doing too badly myself, and one of the costumes I’d chosen, a Turquoise, light, summer outfit with a very low cleavage, brought gasps of delight …and even a low wolf whistle…from both of them.

Then the show was over and Jeremy and Francine were off to their gathering, promising to get back as soon as they could, leaving a very happy Meredith and I to look after Jamie. Once again, the child was no problem at all, giving Meredith and I plenty of time to sit and compare notes about the outfits and how we both felt when wearing them. The subject of the revealing Turquoise outfit came up and I admitted laughingly that as I walked into the room I thought I was going to fall out of the top, it was so low. Meredith giggled and grinned, “well, I don’t think anyone would have minded, you’re absolutely stunning” she said.




Babysitter Ch. 3



I flushed slightly, but stared straight into her eyes, a sudden tension in me, “really?, no one, not even you?” I asked softly.

For a moment she hesitated, I saw her throat move in an involuntary swallow, the air seemed to crackle with tension, her tongue slipped out and brushed over her lips, “not even me” she whispered finally, and as if that admission broke the shackles, she half laughed, “In fact I think you looked absolutely incredible and sexy in every outfit” she blurted out.

I stared at her for a long moment, then smiled slowly, “I thought you looked absolutely ravishing and sexy in every outfit too” I whispered, then let the smile grow slightly, “and between outfits too” I added softly.

She gasped, color rising to her face and her hand rising to her throat, then I saw her eyes flicker and drop quickly to my breasts before returning to mine, “I … I thought the same about you” she whispered.

Time seemed to stand still, every sound in the room became magnified yet echoed as if they were far away, and I lifted my hand, lifted it to her breast and slowly stroked it, staring intently into her eyes. She swallowed, but made no attempt to remove my hand, and I brushed my thumb over her stiff, swollen nipple, “Mmmm” I whispered, “you have the most exciting nipples I’ve ever see, the most exciting breasts, the most exciting body”

A shiver seemed to run through her from head to toe and she melted back into the cushion of the couch, my hand following, stroking ever so lightly over her breasts. Then I leaned over and brushed my lips over hers. I heard and felt a half choked gasp, and again I expected her to pull away, or push me away, but instead her hands came up and lightly cupped my head, and our lips pressed more firmly together, and we were kissing deeply and passionately, our tongues slipping forward to dance and entwine. My hand squeezed her breast more firmly, rolling the nipple around, and I felt a shudder run through her, and the kiss intensified.

Then her hands slid from my head and slowly moved down to my back and onto the swell of my buttocks, pulling me close, causing my skirt to ride up. And her hands were beneath, stroking the naked skin of my buttocks either side of my panties, and I was on fire. From that point on, it was hard to know who took the lead, who took the initiative, who seduced whom, but we were soon both naked, stroking, kissing, fondling, biting each other’s bodies, each other’s breasts. And cumming…god yes .. almost immediately we were both cumming, short strangulated orgasms that seemed to build one upon the other until it was difficult to define when one stopped and another started.

Then I was between her legs and she was between mine and we were licking and sucking furiously on each other’s streaming pussies, and exploding with even greater intensity. Mmm she tasted so sweet, and her body was so soft, yet so firm, I couldn’t seem to get enough of touching and tasting and looking and touching, and she seemed to be the same. One moment we were face to face, our firm breasts pressed together, nipples boring into each other, our lips and tongues entwined and our pussies rubbing sensuously together, the next we had our faces buried between each other’s legs, licking and lapping wildly, sucking on each other’s stiff and swollen clitorises, thrusting our tongues deep to caress the inner pussy walls, at times soft and gentle at times hard and furious, playing each other’s bodies as musical instruments and creating the wildest , most beautiful symphonies imaginable.

Finally we were exhausted, and we lay back, still close, and stared lovingly at each other, I shook my head slightly, “I can’t believe this has happened” I whispered, “But I’ve wanted you for so long without really realizing it until this week”

She smiled a soft smile and reached out and brushed her fingers over my breasts, causing my nipples to leap into instant life, “That’s just the way I feel too” she whispered, “but I was so scared, not really understanding what I felt, but I’m so glad it’s happened, it was so ….. beautiful! …then she grinned impishly …but I still like boys too” she said, laughing.

“Of course” I grinned back, “So do I”

“Well, maybe not boys, but real men” she said, “men like Jeremy, don’t you think he’s absolutely gorgeous?”

I tried to tell her that I hadn’t really noticed him, but she didn’t believe me, and I had to kiss her to finally shut her up …and maybe that’s what she wanted me to do, because her response was immediate and incredibly passionate, and in no time flat we were composing those beautiful symphonies all over again … and again … and again.

Mmmmmmmmmm, some baby sitting job this was.



Babysitter Challenge



Some girls just need a little kink in their lives and Amy is one of them. For the last couple of weeks she's been going to an online chat room and getting naughty challenges from online strangers. Most of them have been either really tame like going commando or else way too extreme like getting "Sperm Bank" tattooed across her face. But every once in a while she finds a good one and accepts the challenge.

This one is particularly good because she ended up talking to the person for like 3 hours getting to know her before the challenge was issued. By the time the stranger finally challenged her he or she really knew a lot about Amy and knew what a good challenge would be. it was more extreme than most of the ones she had done and there was a lot more risk of her getting caught but it was so perfectly tailor made for her that she couldn't turn it down.

19 year old Amy babysat for her neighbors, the Andersons, about once or twice a week for $20 an hour. It was a nice family with an 8 year old boy and a 5 year old girl. She'd been babysitting for them for about 4 years now so she was very comfortable with them and the kids love her. She's nervous about the challenge but she's committed to doing it. She doesn't want to chicken out after agreeing to do it.

The dare was fairly simple but devastatingly embarrassing if anyone were to ever find out about it. And she'd most certainly get fired for it and she really needed the money from babysitting.

The next time she babysat she would act normally while the kids were awake. But when she puts the kids to bed around 10PM things would change dramatically. She was supposed to steal a pair of the little girl's underwear. After that she was to go back out to the living room and strip completely naked and squeeze into the stolen panties. After that she was to neatly fold her clothes and put them by the front door. She'd spend the rest of the evening wearing nothing except the 5-year-old's underwear. Only when she hears the garage door open can she get re-dressed. She MUST get dressed in front of the door, no running into the bathroom for privacy. And finally she could not take the stolen panties home so she'd have to sneak them back into the girl's room. 

Since she'd only have a few minutes between hearing the garage and them coming in the risk of getting caught was huge. And if the kids woke up they'd see her and they'd be sure to tell their parents if they saw that.

She was planning on a fun night so she decided to dress up just a little. She wore a pink thong and decided to forgo wearing a bra to save time when she got dressed. A nice pair of jeans and lavender top completed her outfit and then a little makeup and she was ready. 

At first it was a perfectly normal evening of babysitting. Nothing out of the ordinary happened as she played with the kids and ordered pizza for them. Around 9 PM she sent the boy in to take a shower and get ready for bed and once he was out of the shower she ran a bath for the little girl. By 10 both kids were in their PJs and ready for bed.

She tucked the boy in and gave him a kiss on the forehead. The boy had recently developed a small crush on her and she knew he'd like it even though he said he didn't. Then she went to the girl's room where she'd picked out a book for Amy to read her to sleep. Amy tucked her in and read her to sleep before putting the book away and turning out the light to her room.

Only then did Amy's evening start to get interesting. With the lights off Amy went to the little girl's dresser and using her phone as a flashlight she found a pair of her My Little Pony underwear. The elastic looked very worn out on them so Amy thought they might fit a little better.

She crept out of the bedroom and back into the well-lit living room. She briefly considered turning on the TV so the kids wouldn't hear anything unusual but then she realized that she wouldn't be making much noise anyway and she'd rather hear them coming if either kid woke up.

Amy stripped down completely naked. And folded her clothes and put them in front of the front door on the floor with her thong right on top for quick access. That was the easy part. Now she had to do something that was more taboo than anything she'd even done as part of a challenge before. She stepped into the 5-year-old's panties and started sliding them up her legs. They started to get tight and she had to struggle with them about a quarter of the way up her thighs but after a little struggling and wiggling she managed to get them all the way up.

They didn't really cover anything though. The top half of her butt along with most of her cheeks were completely exposed and her neatly trimmed bush spilt out the top and sides of the front. It wasn't really comfortable but after a few minutes she got used to the pressure of the elastic digging into her skin.

After that though the next 2 hours went surprisingly normal; she tidied up a little from the kids' mess and eventually worked up the courage to watch some TV with the volume very low so she could still listen for the garage door. Neither child woke up and Amy was thinking that she'd gotten away with it and everything was going to be smooth sailing.

Then around midnight, she suddenly heard the garage door start to open. Amy immediately jumped off the couch and bolted for the front door to get her clothes. She slide the little girl panties down and kicked them off her foot where they slid across the smooth floor for a few feet. Then she grabbed her thing and yanked it all the way up in one smooth motion. The back of her thong got twisted on the way up but she had no time to stop and fix it now as she grabbed her jeans and started pulling them on. That's where things took a turn for the worse. She she tried pulling her jeans up she was still standing on the pant leg. While trying to correct that she ended up falling square on her butt. She gets up and finishes pulling on her jeans and buttons and zips them. she grabs her top and quickly slides it on. Amy glances at her shoes and socks but decides she probably won't have time for them but that she doesn't really need them either.

She still hasn't heard the garage door close so Amy thinks she still has some time as she looks around frantically for the little girl's panties. She spots them a few feet away and goes to grab them and take them back to the little girl's room. But she only manages a few steps before the front door opens and Mrs. Anderson mom walks in. 

Amy stands there like a deer in the headlights in her hastily donned clothes and holding the little girl's underwear. At first she's too scared to say or do anything but after about 10 seconds of staring at each other Amy stammers something about finding the daughter's underwear on the floor and she was just going to throw them in the laundry.

Mrs. Anderson isn't fooled though. She knows a lie when she hears one. She tells Amy that her husband is dealing with something in the garage and that she better tell her what's going on right then and there or else Mr. Anderson would be in and he wouldn't be as inclined to listen.

All of Amy's self-control and resistance vanished with that and she broke down crying. She told Mrs. Anderson everything so fast and high pitched that Mrs. Anderson could barely understand her. But she got the jist of it and when Mr. Anderson walked in his wife told him she needed to talk to Amy alone. Mr. Anderson was concerned with finding his babysitter sobbing but trusted his wife and went ahead to their bedroom to give the girls some privacy.

Mrs. Anderson brought Amy onto the kitchen and made a pot of hot tea as she let Amy cry herself out. Once Amy finally calmed down a little bit Mrs. Anderson gave her the tea and asked her to tell her the whole story again. Amy started crying again as she told Mrs. Anderson the whole story again. This time Mrs. Anderson can understand her.

Amy knew that once she was done talking she'll be fired and that if Mrs. Anderson tells anyone she'll never be able to find another babysitting job. Babysitting is the only job she has time for with her busy class schedule so she really needed to make Mrs. Anderson sympathetic enough to keep it to herself.

Lucky for her Mrs. Anderson seemed very understanding. She even told Amy that she herself had done a few questionable acts in her younger day. Amy was starting to hope that she might get out of this easy when Mrs. Anderson told her that there would still be consequences for her actions.

She told Amy to stay in the kitchen and finish her tea while she decides what those consequences would be. Mrs. Anderson grabbed her daughter's underwear from the table where Amy had left them and walked out leaving Amy alone. Amy thought about trying to just run away then but knew that it wouldn't really help her situation and would actually probably hurt her.

A few minutes later Mrs. Anderson comes back into the kitchen holding an envelope which she handed to Amy. She told Amy that she'd written out Amy's consequences. She told Amy not to open it there but to wait until she got home. Amy was going to have a choice, either accept the consequences she'd given her, or never work as a babysitter again.

She told Amy that she wasn't being fired and in fact they'd need her to babysit again in a few days.

Amy thanked her profusely thinking that she'd gotten off a lot easier than she could have even hoped for. Then she walked home.

Amy went straight for her bedroom and opened the note to see just what these "consequences" would be. She expected something like half pay for the next month or something like that. Her heart sank as she read the note and realized that she was not actually getting off easily. In fact it was worse than she'd ever expected and she considered just walking away from the job and learning to live without any income.

Amy, you may continue to work for us as out babysitter but there will need to be some major changes for that to happen. For one thing you will be at my beck and call for the next month and babysit anytime we need you. If you had other plans you will cancel them and come babysit for us. You will not be paid at all this month. You will work for my husband and me for free. 

As for wearing my daughter's underwear that is a completely different matter and a far more serious one. I understand your need to take on naughty taboo challenges, I was a bit kinky in my younger days as well, but that went way over the line. The fact that you would be willing to steal underwear from a 5 year old just to get some sort of sick sexual thrill shows a complete lack of maturity. Frankly I'm tempted to simply fire you for being so immature but I've decided to give you an opportunity to prove your maturity. But you'll have to earn it in my eyes. 

Your underwear from now on will reflect that. From now on when you babysit I expect you to wear pull-ups. I suggest Disney Princess patterns because that's what my daughter wore and it might garner you some sympathy from me. And yes I will be checking to make sure you wear them. Once I think you've matured enough I will promote you to wearing little girl panties just like you did tonight. Eventually you may even earn your way back into big girl panties but don't expect that anytime soon. 

I won't force this. You always have the option of quitting. But know that if you do I will make sure everyone in the neighborhood knows what you did and I guarantee you'll never find another babysitting job. If you keep working for me and I find out you've broken even the tiniest rule I set for you I will demote you to diapers and hire someone to babysit YOU along with my children. Your only option that allows you to keep your job is to obey every rule I set and do EXACTLY as I say. Tomorrow you will call me and tell me what your decision is.

Amy didn't get much sleep that night as she weighed the options in her head. She tries to look at it from every possible angle and eventually manages to convince herself that this all must be some sort of sick joke. No way would Mrs. Anderson actually make her wear pull-ups, would she? 

She woke up bright and early the next morning and called Mrs. Anderson to ask her if she was serious. Mrs. Anderson told her that she was very serious.

Amy was terrified of what was about to happen but she knew she couldn't afford to lose the job. Even if she wasn't paid for the next month she'd still need the money when the month was up and she started getting paid again. She agreed to Mrs. Anderson's conditions.

After that all she had left to do was figure out what size pull up she would wear. She was in for a rough few months.