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Oh Baby

By: hoochinya



The phone rang, it was my sister. "Hi Carol," her cheery voice sang, "How is my favorite sister?"

Not feeling nearly as cheery as she I replied, "OK Helen, how is my only sister?"

Only two years older we were very close and were always doing things together. At her wedding I was her maid of honor and wound up dating two of the groomsmen -- first Karl than Steve, brothers at that, before marrying Steve, the one who severed as best man. When we get together it was our little inside joke as I go around teasing -- "I got the best man!" 

At least he was the best man for me! Sometimes I have to pinch myself, am I dreaming this? I'm so over the top in love with this guy that I don't see his faults and even better he doesn't see mine either. He is awesome - loving, caring, funny, and supportive. I love when he sings in the shower. I love the silly things he says. I love his personality, his convictions, his character. I love his body and his mind and his heart. I love running my hands through his hair. I love his smell. I love being cuddled tightly in his arms. I love the way he looks at me with his shiny blue eyes. I love the feelings of bliss and harmony when he is in me. I love his good night kisses and his good morning touches. I never knew I could love someone so completely and have that love come right back to me. Now I get to spend my life with someone who makes me happy, who is my other half. It is incredible. 

Being so crazy in love it seemed only natural that after several years of marriage we wanted to start a family. It was on one of our mini vacations that we took together with my sister and her husband that conversation came around to children. 

"Robert, Helen," Steve began after dinner one evening, "Carol and I are thinking it is about time to start a family and we were thinking how much fun it would be if we both had children about the same age. What do you think?"

Robert and Helen agreed it was a wonderful idea so began our quest. 

Helen easily won the race to see who could get pregnant first and now it was two years later and I was still childless. 

"Robert and I are thinking it is about time to have a second child," Helen happily informed me, "so if we are to have babies together we have got to get you pregnant soon!"

"Go ahead without me," I intoned, "I don't think it is meant to be."

"That's the first problem," Helen shot back, "we have got to think positively. I've given this lot of thought and study so let's give it another try."

"Helen, I've been trying, what more can I do? I get naked, open my arms, spread my legs, take in my lovers' juice and have nothing but an orgasm to show for it. I think seven years of being on the pill has done me in."

There was a long silence, then with a slow measured scolding tone Helen spoke again. "How is it that a good Catholic girl was on the pill!? Moreover you have only been married for four years, why on earth were you on the pill during your college days?"

"What do you think? - So I wouldn't get pregnant!" I shouted into the phone. "And it worked, I didn't get pregnant and now I can't get pregnant, I'll never be a mom so leave me alone!"

"OK, OK, OK," Helen spoke trying to calm me down as she abandoned her self-righteous tone, "that was then, this is now so let just move forward. Step two then is to get you to a Priest, confess and get absolved. The one downtown at the 35 Avenue church is good about these sorts of things so go there."

"It has been so long I don't know what to say," I protested.

"Just say -- 'Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have wandered from the faith but have now returned home. I have used the birth control pill and slept with men before I was married. I now am happily married and desire to be a mother so covet God's blessing."

"Let me get a pencil and paper so I can write this down," I gowned. Are you sure this is going to help?"

"We have got to cover all bases," Helen replied. "Oh and when you are downtown pick up a 'basal body temperature thermometer' so we can determine if you are releasing an egg each month. Also get an 'ovulation predictor kit' so we can pinpoint your ovulation."

"So," I challenged, "when we pinpoint ovulation, then what?"

"We get some sperm deposited into you vagina right away, close to your cervical opening, silly girl! You know -- intercourse, just make sure Steve's penis is buried deep in your vagina when he ejaculates and then make sure to stay lying down so his cum doesn't just come pouring out of you puss." 

So absolved of my sins (thank goodness for liberal Priest) I began charting my temperature and testing my urine so I would know when I was at my peak for conception. After a couple of months we knew just by the date when I was getting close. 

The sperm, we were told, would survive several days in me but my egg was only good for 12 to 24 hours. Once our indicators told us it was time Steve and I would copulate several times a day -- but to no avail as far as pregnancy goes though Steve enjoyed the pussy feast. 

In the evening we would go 'missionary' because it was suppose to offers the greatest possibility of conception. I made sure Steve got good penetration and as I lay in a prone position I would visualize his sperm being deposited near my cervical opening then swimming up to meet my egg. 

In the morning we would go 'doggy' as I got penetrated from behind. Steve was able to move with deep powerful thrusts then deposit his cum close to my cervix again. His orgasms were more intense this way and according to some old wives tale (that Steve claimed was true) made for a happier baby. I enjoyed knowing my submissive position and the sight of my cunt excited him so and dreamed of that happy baby.

Through we were trying to get pregnant we never lost sight of the fact that we were first and foremost lovers so we worked to kept the romance alive in our relationship. We made love because we were in love. Even so when I peaked each month my man could sense my desire to be impregnated by him. I desperately wanted to please him; be the mother of his child.

Romance and the power of positive thinking still were not enough for me to conceive. I couldn't convince Steve to have a sperm analysis so without his knowing it I had a post-coital test done. Around the time of my ovulation we made love in the evening then in the morning I headed off to the doctor's office. Similar to a pap smear, a small amount of cervical mucous was collected and evaluated. The number of sperm present was disappointingly small. At least now I knew why I wasn't getting pregnant. 

I knew Steve would be very disappointed not being a father as I was not being a mother but I wasn't sure how to break the news to him. 

When I told Helen the results she didn't seem surprised. I've been thinking," Helen said, "you need a donor."

"No Helen," I protested, "We don't have the money to try some expensive procedure and Steve wouldn't go for the idea anyway."

"What if it doesn't cost any money and Steve doesn't know," Helen countered, "and besides Steve would do anything for you so maybe you should give him the joy of fatherhood."

"When is your next ovulation," Helen queried. 

"Around the 18th," I replied, "but it doesn't matter because that's two days before Steve gets back from his two weeks in the Army Reserves."

"Perfect," Helen nearly shouted, "that's perfect. Before the army gets home the marines will take a shot. See, I've been talking with Steve's brother Karl and he is on leave then from Camp Pendleton. I told him how you wanted a sperm donor and all and since you two already have carnal knowledge of each other I think it would be OK for you two to have a go of it again. Any baby you two make will have the same traits as what you and Steve would have so it's a perfect match!"

"Would a good Catholic girl do this?" I countered.

"They did it in the Bible times, you know like Abraham. Besides even if it isn't just the same I know the Priest will forgive you." Helen was practically giddy as she continued. "My next ovulation is on the 13th so Robert and I will have a little head start on you by just a little bit. This is going to be great!"

After thinking about it for a couple of days I let Helen know that I was against the idea and ask her to tell Karl not to come. 

Helen called me on the 14th and she was ecstatic. "It was so good," she cooed, "Robert just blew me away -- I feel pregnant already."

By the 16th my hormone were running hot and my emotions were craving motherhood. I broke down and called Karl. A lot like his brother he was thoughtful, wanted to be helpful but was mindful of the implications. "Can you come over tomorrow night?" I heard myself saying. "It's best to have the sperm in me before my egg is released." Planning my pregnancy was something I was well practiced at so this slight modification of using my brothers sperm no longer seemed to far-fetched. 

The evening of the 17th Karl and I went out to eat. It was as though I needed some kind of permission from Steve so I called him and told him that Karl was here on leave and we were out having a bit to eat. Karl and Steve then talked for quit a bit enjoying each others company. Handing the phone back to me I told Steve how much I loved him and how I was looking forward to his return home. 

When we returned to the house I showed Karl to the guest bedroom. After showering I sat and contemplated a bit more before heading to where Karl was. Dropping my bathrobe I climbed into bed with him. He put his magazine down and studied my naked body before rolling me over and massaging by back side. 

"So how much did you tell Helen," I asked, she seems to know we were lovers at one time."

"I haven't spoken to her at all about us, past or present," Karl responded. "Of course she knows we dated for six months but I haven't talked with her at all. I did tell Robert I had some leave coming up but that is it. I don't think they know I'm in town now -- I only came because you called."

"Really," I mused as I rolled over and spread my legs giving Karl the come on. "Well I slipped up and mentioned that I was on the pill while we were dating so she knows we were lovers. She planted this idea in my head to have you come and get me pregnant." As I thought about this I laughed, "I think she lied and will need to go to confession too when this is all over!"

Turning my attention back to Karl I said, "I remember how nice it felt when you would bring me to orgasm by sucking my clit -- do you think you could do that for old time's sake?"

There was something special about how Karl's lips could work a girl's pussy and it wasn't too long before he had me moaning as his moist lips and tongue worked their magic. I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to the intoxicating animal passions that gripped my body. Like a female in heat during breeding season my pussy became enlarged and my vagina wet as its pungent aroma signaled the male, "Let me be your female." 

Karl moved up and kissed me on the mouth as his thick cock parted my pussy lips then found my vagina. My body quivered at the thought of being impregnated by this potent male. As his powerful body moved over me and his grunts of pleasure filled the room my body responded in unison with his and my voice echoed with cries of satisfaction. I felt uninhibited as this man worked to make me a complete woman. 

Then came the loud gasp. He erupted, plunging himself deep into me. His engorged cock filled my vagina. His scrotum tickled my bottom. His hairy pubic pressed against my swollen pussy -- my clit cried out in ecstasy. The next thing I knew I was in paradise. My vagina repeatedly gripped his penis and my pussy was aflame with sweet desire as a sensuous warmth spread over my body. 

"One part of me wants to fill guilty for enjoying that so much," I confided after I finished my orgasm while continuing to enjoy the feel of his cock in me. "But on the other hand getting pregnant should be something to remember - don't you think?"

When morning came I massaged Karl's penis to an erection (not that it need much help) then showed him my pussy again as I lay 'doggy' on the bed. Kneeling behind me, Karl did me the honors of impregnating me again. With powerful deep thrust he rocked my body for ten minutes before depositing his sperm deep in my vagina. 

When I thanked him for his donation he just smiled and said, "It was my pleasure. Let me know if I can help again!"

...

Two days later when Steve got home I had a romantic evening all planned out with a candle light dinner, good wine, soft music, hoping this would ease my conscience.

Later as I massaged the soreness out of his back he suddenly rolled over gazing into my eyes. "Isn't this about the time of month when we should be trying for a baby?" 

Bending down I whispered, "I have my baby and it's you! I was reading when a couple is having a hard time getting pregnant it is often helpful to just forget about it, if it happens, it happens, and instead concentrate on just pleasing each other and 'letting yourself go'."

With that I lay my naked body on top of his, letting my long hair hang down over his face giving us an intimate lover's curtain as we focused on each other. We talked and laughed. He told me some silly jokes - I told him about Helen's orgasm. He said sorry for not calling home every day - I told him about my confession to the Priest for using birth control. He said he loved the feel of my cheek against his - I said I love the little crinkle at the corner of your eyes when you smile. He said I love you - I said I love you more. We kissed passionately throughout. 

Steve's erect cock was begging for attention so I sat up on him, took his shaft and laid it lengthwise between my pussy lips. Then leaning forward I began to run my clitoris up and down his penis as he fondled my breast. "This is feeling really good to me, do you like it too?"

"Oh baby," Steve groaned, "you are wonderful!"

I continued to massage my clit on his cock until I felt myself approaching a climax. I quickly pulled myself forward letting his penis slip into my wet hole. Thus impaled, I began to ride him like a cowgirl on a raging bull. With such wild thrashing my hair was flying, breast bouncing as cock and puss suck and slurped together. When I came Steve quickly followed. Hot waves of pleasure pulsated through my body as his white goo poured into me. All the while I kept riding the bucking beast, penis and vagina doing the mating dance. My heart was racing and breathing heavy when I finally collapsed back onto Steve's chest. From the wetness of my pussy and thighs I could tell he had given me a big load of cum and I had managed to splatter it all around our genitals. 

"I got two weeks worth of your semen all over me," I cooed. 

"If there is anything to "just letting yourself go" then I'll bet we have put a baby in the cooker tonight because that was wild - it felt so right," Steve said as he held me tight. 

Seven weeks later the drug store pregnancy test suggested it and ten weeks later the doctor confirmed it. I was pregnant at last -- date of conception, I wrote down the 20th. That reminded me that my list of sins was beginning to pile up and I should really do something about it. ...

"It is crazy out there," Steve announced after picking up baby and giving him a hug before giving me my back from work kiss. "Because we got a new military contract you can't believe the background clearance checks they are putting us through. Not only that but because of the potential threats they want us to have on recorded a way to identify all our family members. Talk about invasion of privacy!"

Steve had a good paying job and because it sounded scary to me I was willing to trade some freedom for security. Besides signing a paper giving permission to do the background check there was also a kit for each family member to collect a cheek swab for identification purposes. 

I didn't think much more about it until I happened to mention it to Helen a few weeks later. "They are doing a DNA test!" she gasped. "I'm so glad you didn't listen to me and have that affair with Karl. With DNA they can tell your baby's parentage you know and it would have been awful if Steve wasn't the daddy of little Jeffery.

"But I did listen to you," I wailed. "I don't think Steve is the father! I asked Karl to come over and he impregnated me twice right at my peak time for conception - and to make my guilt worse I made sure Karl enjoyed it by enjoying it myself because I wanted to have a happy baby! Now my happiness is ruined for me and baby and Steve -- I'm such an awful person!"

"OK, OK, OK," Helen exclaimed. "Let's keep calm so we can think straight. First thing is we have got to get downtown and confess these sins or for sure things won't work out."

Driving back for the confession I sat glum and silent. "The Priest was pretty hard on me," Helen volunteered. "He talked about a mill stone being hung around my neck and being drowned for leading you astray. I can't apologize enough for causing this problem. How did it go for you?"

"Not that good," I responded. "He made me give all the little details. 'Was this my first affair?' -- Yes. 'Did we kiss?' -- Yes. 'Why did we kiss?' -- Because sex without kissing seems unnatural. 'Did we get naked?' -- Well of course. 'Did we have oral sex?' -- Yes, he did me. 'Why did we have oral sex?' -- Because I like the intense orgasm it gives me and it makes my vagina wet and ready for the penis. 'How long did you copulate?' -- Long enough to bring me to another orgasm. 'Did he ejaculate in you?' -- For sure, that was the whole idea! 'How many times did you have intercourse?' -- Twice. 'Is this the last time you are going to do this?' -- Absolutely! 'Go and sin no more' -- OK!"

...

Steve burst through the door, tossed a packet on the table then headed straight to his office and closed the door. I tepidly went over and picked up the bundle and could see it was from the security firm. In what seemed like forever I just sat at the table holding my four month old baby boy. My minded raced thinking about my sorry circumstance and what was coming. After a half hour Steve emerged and I was on the verge of tears and started to plead for mercy and forgiveness. 

"I can see you're really upset," I started to say as I stood up but then he interrupted me.

"Sorry about that. The stock market took a dive today. I wanted to see how bad we were hit and plan the next move."

"Did you see the test results?" he continued as he took baby from me and pointed to the papers. "We are good to go. See Jeffery, here is my favorite section where it shows how mommy's DNA mixes with daddy's DNA to makes baby Jeffery's DNA. It's just amazing how they can figure this stuff out isn't it -- but even more amazing is the sensuous way mommy can mix my DNA with her DNA to get such a happy baby boy!

I starred at the test results - my vision blurred as I started to cry - "Thank you Lord!"

Pulling me close Steve gave me a kiss on the cheek as the three of us huddled together. "See Jeff, mommy is crying and it is the male's dilemma to figure out if she is happy or sad and why!  

Oh Baby



I fought back tears when I saw the spots of blood that heralded the onset of my period. Despite the increased use of fertility drugs, I was not going to be a mother this month.

I crawled back into bed with my husband Todd, waking him to cuddle with him. Sunlight shone through the blinds.

"What time is it?" he asked with a start. I sniffled in response. "What's wrong?"

I broke down in tears. "My period started," I cried.

"Oh Liv," he soothed, wrapping an arm around me. "Don't worry, the doctor said these things take some time."

"It's been seven months already!" I wailed. "The drugs aren't working!"

"Well, make another appointment," he said with a yawn. "Maybe you need a different kind of drug."

"All the drugs in the world aren't going to increase your sperm count, Todd," I said shortly. "Can't we look into in-vitro?"

He rose up on his elbow. "We've been over this, Olivia. We can't afford in-vitro. Our insurance covers the fertility drugs, just give it some more time. We can look into other options once I get that promotion."

"That could be a year from now!" I paused, hesitant to raise the issue again, but said softly, "We could adopt."

He sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I don't want to raise someone else's baby, Liv. You know those 'adoptable' babies are all born addicted to crack and – and have AIDS and stuff."

I continued to cry softly as all avenues to motherhood were closed to me. It seemed I would never have a baby, and I felt bereft.

Todd jumped up out of bed and began to dress. "Sorry hun, but I have a tee time with the guys at 10."

I stared incredulously at him. "How can you leave when I'm a wreck like this?"

"Honey, you're just a little hormonal because of the drugs," he said patronizingly, his back to me as he put on his polo shirt. "Go back to sleep for a bit, you'll feel better when you get up." He didn't even glance up at me as he finished dressing.

"But, Todd..."

"Sorry, hun, I'm already running late." He leaned down to give me a quick kiss on my tear-stained cheek. "I'll be home in a few hours. Get some rest."

Feeling more alone than ever, I curled around my pillow and cried myself back to sleep.

The following week passed uneventfully, but his Todd's unsupportive reactions had left me feeling alienated. He was oblivious, blaming my poor mood on my fluctuating hormones. But we were approaching my fertile window, so I became determined to rectify the status quo. I traded schedules with another nurse at the hospital in the hopes that some intimate time with my husband would not only thaw the chill, but also achieve our goal of finally starting a family.

I decided to surprise Todd with my shift change. He came home late, as he often did, to find me reclined on the living room sofa in sexy lingerie.

"Liv! What - uh, what are you doing home?"

I rose from the sofa, gliding across the floor in heels and thigh-highs, to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. 

"I traded shifts so we could have some you-and-me time." His eyes brightened, and he kissed me deeply and passionately. Maybe it was the fertility drugs, or the fact I was indeed entering my fertile window, but within moments I was on fire and aching to have him inside me.

"I've wanted you so badly these last few days," I whispered. "Let's make love and see if our luck improves this month."

He paused and pulled back. "Oh, you're, uh, ovulating right now?"

I blinked. "Yes - but don't think of this as 'baby-making sex', all mechanical and goal-oriented. Let's just make love like we used to, and whatever happens happens."

He smiled down at me. "Look at you, you're so sexy in your outfit. You put so much effort into tonight, I want it to be special too." He put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Tell you what, let me go take a shower. I stink of office sweat. Then I'll come into the bedroom and make love to you all night long."

I grinned, kissing him deeply. "I'll wait for you in the bedroom."

I went to our bedroom, lit some candles, and lay on the bed, the lull of the shower humming from down the hallway. I felt the effect of the shift change on me, and a yawn escaped my lips. No matter, I could hold out a few minutes, then Todd would easily keep me awake into the night. But five minutes grew into ten, then fifteen. I closed my eyes for just a moment.

When I woke it was 7 a.m. I still wore my sexy lingerie. Todd had long since left for work. Damn.

I showered, intensely aware of my body's fertility. These same changes had arisen every month since I began the fertility drugs. Intense horniness, hard tight nipples that could cut glass, and a pussy that dripped wetness at the drop of a hat. I carried a perpetual flush and glow on my cheeks for several days during my peak fertility, noticeable enough that my co-workers had asked more than once if I was already pregnant. I masturbated quickly in the shower to take the edge off, painfully aware of how temporary that solution really was.

When I stepped from the shower, my cell phone beeped with a text message from Todd. "Forgot, cocktail party tonight at boss house, pick you up 7pm." I sighed, exasperated. No lovemaking last night, and now there was another convenient obstacle to our lovemaking tonight. My womb ached for a baby, and I had to make nice at a stupid cocktail party.

I worked my shift at the hospital, irritable about the upcoming cocktail party in my hormonal state. To add insult to injury, my shift trade was in pediatrics instead of my usual ICU. Surrounded by children, I felt a hollow ache and a despair that I would never become a mother.

Well-meaning co-workers asked softly how "The Quest" as they called it was going. I did at times feel like some kind of crusading warrior, on the path to the holy shrine of motherhood. Alas, no progress thus far, or perhaps at all this month.

That evening I showered and dressed for the cocktail party. At 6:30 I received a text from Todd, "running late, eta 720"  I sighed again, my irritation level escalating rapidly. I decided to check into the online forums for expectant moms, only to remember that my laptop was in the shop. Grrr! I saw red for a moment, and took a deep breath. Damn hormones. Well I could at least use Todd's computer in his office.

I logged onto his computer to see a slew of IMs from yahoo messenger. Now, I'm not one to snoop, but they were all piled up there on his desktop. Most were spam, but not all. I got those too when I forgot to log out, but I was determined not to pry. I trusted my husband.

I clicked the address bar and deleted its contents, ready to type in the address for the pregnancy forum, when the drop-down history appeared. I glanced over the addresses. Gmail, Amazon, Facebook. Then something with "dad" in the url. Touched that Todd was so determined to be a dad that he was doing research on his own, I clicked into it. The happy feeling disappeared quickly when I read the title of the article: "10 Great Ways to Lower Your Sperm Count."

A wave of nausea hit me as I skimmed through the article, which recommended obesity, smoking, hot tubs, and tightey-whiteys as methods to lower a man's sperm count. With trembling hands, I clicked into his browser history which he had not cleared in weeks. Countless porn sites, some several times a day and many in the middle of the night. No wonder he never wanted to make love anymore. And of course, by constantly draining the tank, he virtually guaranteed he would never father any babies. I wondered if his sperm count was naturally low or if he had fooled the doctors as well with his deceptive tactics.

Tears of rage filled my eyes as I realized my loving husband had taken every precaution to avoid becoming a father. Months of despair and anguish, the roller coaster of hormones and mood swings, and all for naught! I could have screamed. I viewed the screen through blurry tears, but I fought them back. I'd put on my brave face tonight for the cocktail party, but I knew in that instant there was no future for me with a man who didn't want a family as much as I did.

Just then, an IM popped up from "Jessica", aka "nobabymama24" that read, "still dodging the bullet?"

I glanced at the clock. This would indeed be the time Todd was usually online "working." I had 30 minutes until he arrived to pick me up. I placed my fingers on the keyboard and typed, "so far so good."

"glad to hear, sexy!" she replied.

Determined to discover the level of his deception, I typed, "did I mention, I think she's onto me!"

"deny, deny, deny!" she replied, then, "when u coming to see me again?"

My mouth fell open and the room seemed to tilt. Stunned, I typed, "her schedule has me tied at home, but it's been too long. It seems like forever."

"at least 3 weeks. I know it's hard for you to get up here, but let me know."

Bile rose in my throat. Not only had my husband been trying to avoid impregnating me, but he'd been cheating on me to boot. I typed, "I have to go, I'll be in touch."

I archived the exchange, copying all his previous IMs for the past few months and e-mailing them to my own account for later review. Then I went into the browser history and print-screened and e-mailed it as well. I didn't know if it would be of use to me in the divorce proceedings, but I wanted to have it on hand.

I finished up and logged off just as Todd came up the road. As he pulled into the drive, I decided on a quick costume change. I quickly stripped off the modest sweater and trousers for a sweet flirty mini-dress and heels. As a quick afterthought, I slipped my panties off and left them on my dresser. I fluffed up my hair, applied some lipstick, grabbed my purse, and breezed out to Todd's Escalade.

I smiled secretly to myself as his mouth gaped open. "Wow, you look beautiful, Liv!"

"Thanks, Todd. It's so sweet of you to notice."

This was not my first company cocktail party, but I thought I'd been to all the big suits' houses. This place was palatial on a hill overlooking the city. It was contemporary, stylish, your typical corporate house. Todd escorted me slowly toward a group of suits, filling me in as we walked. "You've met the big balding guy on the left - my supervisor Bob Jefferies. Next to him is Mary Landon, head of marketing."

There was a third man with a lean muscular body and penetrating dark eyes. The kind of man that reeked of danger but at the same time made me want to fall into his arms and let him ravish me. Clearly the hormones were surging. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat nervously. "And the, uh, other man?" 

"I'm not sure, I haven't met him yet." He greeted the group as we approached, introducing me to his superiors, who in turn introduced Todd to the unknown man.

Bob Jefferies spoke with great importance. "Todd, I'd like you to meet our host and new COO, Hunter Rothschild." 

"Pleasure to meet you, Todd," he said in a smooth voice, shaking Todd's hand. His bearing was undeniably superior. "I hear you're in line for a promotion soon. Congratulations."

"Thank you, sir. This is my wife Olivia." He practically pushed me at him.

"Mr. Rothschild," I murmured, extending hand. His eyes sought mine, and I found their intensity a bit unnerving.

"Olivia," he said in a voice like dark chocolate, shaking my hand. His hand was warm, his handshake firm, and his touch sent goosebumps up my arm. To my horror, I felt wetness between my thighs and reconsidered the wisdom of leaving my panties at home. "Are you enjoying my party?"

"Oh yes," I replied, blushing slightly. "You have a beautiful home."

"Thank you. I wish I could claim credit for it, but it came fully furnished. Not exactly my style – rather... impersonal. Would you like a drink?" he asked, gesturing to a waiter. I took the glass of champagne Hunter Rothschild offered me and nervously sipped from it.

"You look a bit flushed," Hunter said quietly. "Perhaps some fresh air would do you good?"

I hesitated, glancing at Todd who had begun to talk business with his boss. Hunter seized the opportunity to take my arm.

"Todd, I'm going to borrow your lovely wife for a moment." He wasn't asking permission. "Excuse us."

I glared at Todd as I was ushered away from the group, but he just shrugged inertly and smiled.

"So, Mr. Rothschild," I began.

"Please call me Hunter."

I blushed again. Damn hormones! We stepped out onto the veranda, and the cooling breeze did indeed feel refreshing. The enigmatic man at my side, however, still set my pulse racing.

"Um, Hunter, is Mrs. Rothschild here? I'd like to meet her."

He turned to me, a slight smile on his lips. "I've been divorced for some time now."

"Oh." My cheeks were to be perpetually pink this evening, I realized. "I'm sorry."

His eyes took in my discomfort with amusement. "Don't be. Sometimes people have different goals in life and they have to part ways. It's no great tragedy."

I glanced in at Todd, who was unabashedly currying favor with his superiors, and I'm sure my disgust with him was clearly written on my face. I took a long drink of my champagne, and Hunter gestured for another which I gladly took.

"You have quite a glow about you," Hunter said casually. "Word around the office is that you and Todd are starting a family soon. Congratulations."

Emboldened by the champagne, and still glaring at Todd, I bit out a response. "I want nothing more than to have a baby and start a family. But... Well those plans may be on hold indefinitely."

His eyebrow rose slightly, then his gaze raked my body thoughtfully and I blushed yet again. "I bet you'll make a beautiful mother." 

I thought that a very personal thing to say, but when I opened my mouth to reply, nothing came out. Hunter Rothschild stood close enough that I could smell his scent – not cologne, something earthier. He smelled like Man. The wetness between my legs was becoming problematic, and I could smell my own arousal, which meant at this proximity, so could he. My cheeks burned.

"I'm sorry, where is your restroom?" I murmured. He directed me and I quickly excused myself, determined not to find myself alone with him again.

The rest of the evening, I was able to circulate with and without Todd, artfully avoiding the magnetic and virile Hunter Rothschild. Though I swear every time I glanced his direction, his eyes were on me like laser beams.

Finally I spotted a friend of mine, Maria Gomez. Her husband and mine had climbed the ranks together before diverging into different departments last year. It was a relief to see a friendly face as the party grew louder and drunker, but I couldn't help but envy her the baby she'd had last year. I felt left behind. Our children were supposed to grow up together and go to the same school. Maria's figure was enviably more womanly, and the pregnancy glow about her hadn't completely gone. We caught up briefly, but she appeared distracted.

"Maria, is something on your mind?"

Her face softened. "Honey, you know I don't want to upset you. But I wanted you to hear from me..."

My stomach dropped. No! Please don't let her say...

"We're having another baby!" she said in a hushed excited voice.

A knife twisted in my gut, and I glanced up to see Hunter a few feet away, looking curiously at me. I forced a smile and turned back to Maria.

"That's so great, Maria, I'm... so happy for you."

She hugged me. "I was so afraid to tell you. I just overheard Todd saying that you were having trouble conceiving, you know, 'despite his best efforts'," she said with a mocking laugh. "Guys always think it's all their –"

"What? Who did he say that to?" I began to shake with repressed rage.

"Oh, uh, to Bob and that new guy. Now why he would tell them that is beyond me," she said with a dismissive wave. But the shock must have been clearly written on my face, because she took my hand and said softly, "Sure it was tactless, but maybe he felt he needed to explain why you've been trying so long but it hasn't happened yet. You know guys and their pride. You may be having problems conceiving, but it's not your fault, honey."

"Damn right it's not my fault!" I fairly shouted, taking Maria aback. "Excuse me."

I marched right over to Todd, excused him from the group and dragged him none too gracefully to the back hallway.

"What the hell, Liv?" I could tell he'd drunk more than a little.

"Why are you telling everyone I'm having trouble conceiving?" I hissed.

"Well... you are."

"No, we are, but I think I know who's to blame for that!"

He frowned. "Huh?"

"Well Todd, it's a little hard to make a baby when you never make love to me! When you're masturbating to porn three or four times a day!" Fury made my voice rise. "When you're following advice from a website on how to lower your sperm count! When you're taking off to god-knows-where to meet some slut named Jessica No-Baby-Mama24!" By the end of my tirade I was shouting, and hoped we were far enough from the party to not make a scene.

Now it was Todd's turn to be shocked. He just gaped at me.

Near tears, my voice began to break, "And I've been on damn fertility pills for months now, dealing with mood swings and breakouts and night sweats, all so we could have the family we always wanted – the family you said you wanted! Not only have you been deceiving me, you're not even man enough to tell me you don't want to be a father! And all the while..." I started to hyperventilate. Todd reached for me, but I slapped his hand, turned, and staggered away, aiming for the outside terrace. 

As I turned the corner, a hand reached out for me, steadying me and escorting me to the door. It was Hunter Rothschild. I leaned against him and let him lead me. His presence was somehow comforting. He seated me at the edge of the terrace, away from the crowds of people.

"I'm sorry," I said breathlessly, "I didn't mean to cause a scene."

"You didn't," he replied, taking my hand. "I was the only one who heard."

I trembled with rage. I saw through the window that Todd had rejoined the party, trying to look casual while he searched for me. I turned away and looked into Hunter's eyes.

"I just want a family so badly," I said through gritted teeth. "The time is right... and he told me he wanted the same. How could he just lie to me like that?"

Hunter's hand squeezed mine. "Sometimes people have different goals in life and they have to part ways." I squeezed my eyes shut. "Look at me, Olivia," he said pointedly, "It's no great tragedy." 

My eyes widened in surprise. "Your ex-wife?"

He nodded. "I wanted to start a family with her, but she was career-driven. She said a baby was an inconvenience." He shrugged nonchalantly. "No matter, it's for the best. I don't think she had the mothering instinct." 

His hand reached up to caress my cheek. "You, on the other hand, were born to be a mother, Olivia, and once that baby is in your arms you'll never let him go."

Tears slipped down my cheek, and I turned back to glare through the window. There was Todd, carrying on with his bosses like nothing happened. Disgusted, I turned back to Hunter. I instantly saw in him the father Todd could never be, and it struck me to the core.

"You're angry, and rightfully so," he murmured low, his eyes penetrating into mine. I nodded, feeling desire building in me so quickly it scared me. "You need to feel a sweet baby filling your belly... But you need something else too, don't you?"

I swallowed hard, wrestling with my desire, hormones raging. But again I nodded, and his hand reached up to caress my cheek, sliding up into my hair and gripping it firmly. I gasped at my body's reaction, at the instinctual desire to surrender to him. He smiled knowingly, then rose, leading me firmly by the hand around the corner of the house to another set of doors.

No sooner had we stepped through the doors and closed them behind us, Hunter was upon me. One hand gripped my hair and the other crushed my body to his in a searing kiss. I don't know whether it was the hormonal roller coaster or his inescapable magnetism, but I melted into him, my body on fire, my cunt dripping wet. I hungered for his touch, and instinctively knew that his sexual prowess would make a mockery of my sex life with Todd.




Oh Baby



But I was still a married woman, despite my body's craving. I pulled back. "Wait!"

"No." He kissed my neck as he began to unbutton my dress.

I protested weakly, "But my husband..."

"He can't give you what you need." His eyes met mine, and they glowed with unrestrained passion. "I can, and I will."

He took my hand and placed it on his bulge. I felt it through his pants, every straining inch of it, and exhaled sharply. It was huge and hard as steel.

"No, I can't," I whispered.

His hand slid up my inner thighs where wetness greeted him well before he reached my pussy. "Your cunt says otherwise." His fingers slid through my juices before plunging inside me. I nearly came that instant, then whimpered when he withdrew them. He brought his wet fingers up to my face, proof positive of my arousal. The scent was intoxicating, rich in pheromones, a blatant advertisement of my fertility, and I tentatively stuck out my tongue to taste my own pussy.

"That's right," he murmured as I sucked his fingers. "I know what your body needs." His other hand quickly finished unbuttoning my dress, and it slid from my body to pool at his feet.

Now naked, I felt a sudden apprehension. I tensed, coming to my senses for a moment. "Please don't... I'm not myself..."

"You need this," he said firmly, backing me onto the bed and climbing over me. "Deny it if you want, but I know better."

"No, I-I have a... husband," I sighed as his mouth closed over my sensitive nipple. His teeth bit gently down, sending bolts of pleasure through my body, and I arched from the bed with a sharp cry.

He kissed his way down my belly. "Your husband can't satisfy you like I can. Look at you. You would come if I just breathed on your clit." He rose up on his knees, looking me directly in the eyes, challenging me. "Tell me you've felt this way with that toadying little pissant you call a husband."

I felt his authority, in his aura, in his posture and presence. I became acutely aware of the disparity of our positions. I on my back, naked, legs spread, pussy exposed and glistening wet before this fully clothed and virile man with the intense gaze of an alpha male. He was right. I'd never felt such a reaction to my husband, nor to any man. I shyly looked up at him through lowered lashes, and he had his answer.

He began to undress, not hurriedly, but with purpose. Beneath his suit and tie was the body of an athlete. His white shirt fell to the floor, revealing broad shoulders and lean muscles beneath a manly swirl of dark hair. He rose to remove his pants, and I believe I held my breath until he stood before me in all his glorious nudity. His erection stood large and proud like a ramrod, and my pussy throbbed to be filled with it.

I began to squirm, my surrender inevitable. My hormonal and emotional state left me somewhere beyond words and communication. I pled with my eyes, and he obliged me, climbing over me with the grace of a tiger. His scent intoxicated me, the scent of man, of testosterone, of virility. He nudged my thighs apart with his knees and gripped my hair for a deep kiss as he slowly entered me.

I broke the kiss to breathe through the pleasure/pain of being stretched by his huge cock. I felt painfully split apart, yet my body arched against him to take him deeper. I came almost instantly, my pussy rhythmically clenching around him. I cried out loudly as my body achieved a level of orgasmic satisfaction I'd not experienced in a long time.

When the throbbing began to ebb, my eyes opened to see him looking at me with amusement. Confused, I frowned. "What?" 

He smirked. "I'm not even all the way in you yet." My eyes widened in surprise as he pressed in the last few inches, triggering another delicious wave of pleasure. I gasped for breath as he began to thrust into me, each movement bringing first pleasure and pain, and then only pleasure.

"Olivia," he breathed in my ear. "Your pussy is so tight... it grips my cock like a glove."

I was lost somewhere outside of rational thought. I clung to him as he rocked against me, surrounding me and filling me. He played my body like a violin virtuoso, and my body crescendoed and vibrated in a near-perpetual orgasmic state. 

His breath quickened along with his thrusts, and I knew his own climax was near. At that moment, a semblance of thought returned to me, and I pulled back.

"Wait, don't cum in me!" I begged.

"You want me to cum in you," he stated raggedly, never breaking his rhythm. And he was right, but...

"But... I'm on fertility drugs... and ovulating," I gasped between thrusts. "My husband and I... were trying for a baby..."

He thrust harder. "Another thing your pathetic husband couldn't get right." He gripped my hair, forcing me to look in his eyes. "That's right, look at me. You'll have my baby. Your pussy belongs to me now. Take my cum and have my baby," he growled, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Yes," I breathed, my surrender complete, "Give me a baby."

With a hoarse growl, he mated me, thrusting hard, pressing against my cervix. I felt the heavy thudding of his cock as it pulsed his seed deep in my womb, on and on for what seemed an eternity. The intensity of his orgasm triggered my own, and my pussy clenched around him, milking him for every last drop of his precious semen. In a surge of ecstatic pleasure, our cries filled the room, and we collapsed together in a sweaty pile.

Long moments passed, trying to regain our breath. He was still semi-hard inside me. I shifted slightly, but his hands stayed me. "No, keep my seed inside you as long as you can." His hand brushed the hair from my forehead, then skimmed down to rest on my tummy. "I can't wait to see your belly all big and round with my baby."

A million thoughts whirled through my head. I'd just had the most satisfying sex of my life. My brain, hopped up on endorphins and hormones painted a picture of my future: a belly full of baby – healthy baby with strong genes – and a dominant male to care for us both. Glowing happily from the deeply satisfying sex and the prospect that I may be carrying a precious baby already, I drifted off to sleep with Hunter still inside me.

The following months passed in a whirlwind. In light of his prior infidelity, my divorce from Todd was uncontested. I didn't take much in the settlement. I didn't need much. My first coupling with Hunter Rothschild had indeed impregnated me, thus securing my future. Our courtship was somewhat unusual, sure. But what's important is our deep reverence for the sanctity of motherhood and family. Hunter adores and cherishes me, the mother of his children, and we plan to be married at Christmas. And thanks to the unnecessary fertility drugs, our twins are due to be born six weeks after that. This is what I was born to do, and I couldn't be happier. Of course, some people are better off without children. But some of us will stop at nothing to have a little one to call their own.



Oh Baby



"I'm Clark. Murphy." I said to the woman. She was holding a drink in a bar, and she was taking a particular interest in me, but it was only interesting because that was just her second drink that afternoon.

It was four in the afternoon and I was at a bar. I didn't know why, I just was. Maybe it was how my average looks and noticeable pudge were comparatively gorgeous features to the rest of the men in the bar, who all sported large beer bellies or entirely gray hair (This woman was maybe 25, probably more like 23), or both. 

It was true that I wasn't all that attractive in other places, though; I had well groomed, medium length dark hair and blue eyes, but that's sort of where the attractive stopped: Short, at 5'6", overweight at 185, with a slightly tan complexion soiled by splotchy redness

But that is enough about me. This woman, who introduced herself as Katie, was gorgeous: She had very tan skin, green eyes, and brown hair with blond tips. She had an incredible body, thick, powerful-looking legs that went on for miles in her shorts, holding up a round ass and a thin torso. She had great boobs, though not of an outrageously large size, which made them look better, in my opinion. She was tall, too, probably five inches or half a foot taller than me.

"So, how do you like New York, Katie?"

"Well, Clark, I find it to be a little rowdy around here." There was something vaguely Californian about her accent, but she was unmistakably American. "The drivers around here are absolutely insane, nowhere in my home town did I see so many cars, let alone so many cars honking at each other..." I smiled.

"Well, New York is a busy city, Katie. You mentioned home, now where might that be?" I asked her innocently. She smiled, as if reminiscing.

"I grew up in a pretty barren farm town in Oregon. Lived there my whole life." I raised an eyebrow.

"Oregon, huh?" I asked, sipping at a glass of cheap bar wine. Never really got into beer. "This must be a pretty big change for you. So, why did you choose to go to the big city? Why New York, why not LA or Seattle? Those are closer to home, I would think." I looked at her face while I was talking to her, simply a polite reflex for me. It wasn't as if I was looking away for too long, though, this woman was insanely beautiful...

"Well, I wanted a change. I knew that New York would be the exact opposite of Andrews, Oregon, so I packed my stuff and moved here. I got a job the first opportunity I could get, and quit it for a better one as an assistant a few days later. I've been working at the new job for about two weeks, and I found an apartment the other day."

"You've got some pretty powerful nerve, moving here from a little farm town. Good on you!" I say, smiling and clinking glasses with her.

"Well, thanks. You're very kind, one of the nicer people I've met in this city..." She looked me in the eye.

"That's unfortunate, there are definitely people in New York nicer than me." I laugh.

"Then I haven't met any of them..." She looked at me again, sitting down on a bar stool. I sat down with her. Now, we were more close in height, which helped her when she leaned into me and kissed me squarely on the lips, putting a hand on my cheek. My eyes widened. This girl was hot, and she wanted me...

I started kissing back and she reciprocated, eventually adding tongue. After a solid thirty seconds of making out, she pulled away from me, putting both hands on the shoulder pads of my jacket. 

"You want to get out of here?" I asked casually, drinking the rest of my wine in a few gulps. She repeated the same action with her own drink, slapping the glass down on the table.

"Yes, please." She put her hand on my chest, sliding it down until her fingers were behind my belt, an inch from my developing hard-on. "Let's go to my place." She smiled. I walked out the door with my arm around her waist, pulling out my car key.

"You shouldn't take your car, there's no parking at my apartment." It was one of the few luxuries of mine.

"Well, there is at mine, so maybe we should go there..." I looked at her. She shook her head.

"You want to come to my place, trust me." She grabbed the keys from my hand, locking the Ford Focus across the street. She proceeded to put the keys in her breast pocket, walking off. I followed her, laughing. 

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It turned out that her apartment was barely four short blocks away. I watched her as she unlocked the front door, and we climbed two floors to a green door. She unlocked it with the second key on the chain, letting me in to her humble abode.

Well, perhaps it wasn't humble. It was well furnished, a great color, and it was well equipped; I saw several name brand appliances as we walked off to the bedroom. She turned around just as she was about to open the door.

"Just give me a minute, Clark... You better not be wearing clothes when I open this door again." She shut the door behind me. I pulled off my jacket, then my shoes, then the shirt and belt, and finally the pants and underwear. I stood there, facing the door, cock hard. I heard some shifting around on a bed, the sound of springs being condensed. Katie opened the door ever so slightly, telling me to come in.

"Hello, Clark." Another woman lay on the bed, naked as Katie was. I jumped, covering my crotch. I looked at her. She looked almost exactly like Katie, now that I looked at her, but with blonde hair and brown ends instead, and a little heavier in her legs and chest, which I didn't mind at all. 

"What is this, some kind of sick joke?" I asked, afraid. I looked at Katie, then back at this woman. 

"Oh, dear, no!" the woman said.

"Certainly not!" Katie said. "I told my twin sister Kayleigh here what a nice man you were, how charming you seemed. She really grew to like you, just from talking with me about it. She wanted to meet you, and she wanted you to fuck her, too..."

I stood there, dumbfounded. I looked at Kayleigh for a while, admiring her features.

"Really?" I almost sounded too eager. Apparently I didn't, though, because Kayleigh got up and grabbed me, kissing my lips in the same way Katie had before.

"You're just as hot as she said..." Kayleigh whispered into my ear. I smiled.

"Oh dear, you've gone soft..." Katie said, looking at my cock. It was a good length, probably 8 inches, but certainly not when soft.

"Well, we'll have to fix that, won't we?" Kayleigh looked at me as she spoke.

"Definitely! Help me, sister..." Katie knelt in front of my dick, slightly to the left. Kayleigh quickly knelt on the left, and they both attacked my soft dick with their tongues. God, a blowjob was barely in the cards for me at all for the conceivable future, and here I was, having the start of a threesome.

I grew hard quickly. My cock leaked the tiniest bit of precum, and I cursed myself for having weak stamina. Kayleigh put her mouth on the head, lapping up the precum with her tongue. Katie looked at her and said,

"Hey, I wanted his cum!" she said. Kayleigh looked her in the eye and said,

"Too slow..." Katie protested.

"Fine, Katie, if you want it so bad then take it from me." Katie did just that, pulling her sister in and kissing her, with generous tongue, attempting to lick the cum off Kayleigh's. Two girls that I was getting blown by at the same time were FIGHTING over my semen. Never had I seen something like this.

They kept on sucking, having the same fight over my precum at least three more times. I finally stopped them, sitting down on the bed. They flanked both sides of the king bed.

"Girls, if you suck me anymore I'm going to shoot in your face, don't let me do that. You have another area to tend to before I can climax in or on either of you..." I said. They nodded. "Now, kiss and make up." I joked. They, however, did it anyway. They gripped each others' asses with their hands, continuing to kiss intensely. I was almost at a climax just watching. 

"Can you fuck us now?" Kayleigh asked. She grabbed hold of my bare cock, kneeling over it. I stopped her.

"Wait for Katie to get a spot..." I said, pulling Katie towards me. I told her to sit on my face. "Okay, now you can go." I waved to Kayleigh. She sank down on my cock, moaning loudly and breathing heavy as her soaking pussy swallowed more of my cock. I felt her grind on it as she went, making me harder and harder. 

Katie started to grind her pussy in my face. I licked it vigorously, pushing hard on the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue. Even that simple action elicited moans louder than I think I'd ever gotten from a woman. Katie grabbed my short brown hair, shoving my face in her pussy. I kept licking, eventually teasing her lips with a jab into her with my tongue.

She moaned ever louder, determined to match her twin on my cock. She pushed her hands into my pudgy abdomen, riding my cock with a vigor I'd never seen in my entire life. I got harder and harder, feeling her light but powerful weight on my body. Meanwhile, I started to finger Katie as I licked, which made her even more wet. Everything from my nose to my chin was covered in pussy juice. Katie moaned louder as I added a second finger, and then a third. I stopped licking, only using my hands now. 

I pulled all my fingers out for a second, watching her grab her tits seconds before. She stopped suddenly, and then I added two digits, both my index fingers. She went back to massaging her breasts and tweaking her nipples ever so gently as I placed both middle fingers in, too. Suddenly I added tongue between my fingers, and I was handsomely rewarded with what can only be described as a jet of pussy juice, all of which I caught in my mouth and swallowed. Katie gasped, obviously new to the squirting, too. I went back to licking her, but it became clear she was climaxing.

Katie moaned louder and louder, taking short breaths as she continued to grind her pussy into my face. I licked as well I could, taking great joy as she shouted, moaning, as her vag gushed yet again. She turned around, putting her ass back down on my face. My tongue was now on her asshole, though. 

"Keep going until Kayleigh is done, then I want a turn on your dick..." Katie said. I, muffled by the butt in my mouth, said okay. I continued licking her asshole with the same fervor I had with her pussy, while Kayleigh continued to ride me like there was no tomorrow. She rose up and down, sometimes fast and rough, other times taking the time to grind her legs on my pelvis. My dick got harder and harder, until it felt like it would burst.

At that moment, while my tongue was beginning to probe Katie's ass, Kayleigh's pussy latched on to my cock, to the point where it felt like she was holding my dick with a death grip. She gushed liquid on my cock, soaking it with torrents of delicious pussy juice. I couldn't take the pressure anymore.

My cock, now totally hard, full length, swollen with blood, suddenly exploded with cum. I got out from under Katie, lifting up Kayleigh's ass as I shot over and over, down into the deepest depths of her vag, and almost definitely her uterus. Kayleigh collapsed, my cum leaking heavily from her hole.

"My turn, my turn!" Katie said. I began to protest.

"Katie, I'm a man, I won't be able to just spring back..."

"Oh, well sure you will!" Katie said, putting a hand on a rapidly deflating cock. She only had to pump it a few times before it stood fully at attention again. I looked at my penis in shock.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Kayleigh lined up her unused hole over my mouth, and covered my face in her thick ass just as Katie was teasing her hole with my dick. Katie rubbed my member up and down her hungry cunt until it hurt. I ached for her on me. 

Kayleigh got back on the wagon pretty quickly too. She moaned loudly as I probed her ass with my fingers and my tongue, using the other hand to finger the hole already filled with my cum. 

Katie lowered herself on to my cock, squealing as she let five, six, seven inches into her very tight pussy. I moaned even as my tongue was actively inside Kayleigh. 

Katie didn't last quite so long as Kayleigh. She rode me for only a few minutes before gushing like Kayleigh. She was about to get off, but I retracted my tongue from Kayleigh and said,

"Please, do let me finish inside you. You wouldn't want Kayleigh to be the only one that I came in, do you?" This set her competitive streak ablaze. She turned around, using every bit of butt-wagging skill she had to ride me as fast and as hard as she could. She pressed her hands into my thighs, and, for a while, played with my balls, which were newly overflowed with cum. I grew to twitching inside her again, until finally I lifted her up with the same force, aiming down as I exploded tons of cum into Katie. She squealed, moaning, and breathing hard as her head sat at the edge of the bed and her ass was in my lap as I knelt, still spilling inside her. 

We collapsed simultaneously on the bed. I left early the next morning, dopey smile on my face as I walked back to the bar. I got into my Ford and drove back to my place.

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Over the next seven months, I didn't go back to that bar. I did go to others, and I picked up women with the success that any short, pushing-the-limits-of-pudgy guy could expect. I struck out with something like four out of five girls that I talked to, and no girl who I took home gave me the incredible sex I had had with Katie.

Speaking of her, I didn't call her or get another call from her; I figured she'd be mad at me for leaving, or seething at me for impregnating her and her sister, if I had indeed done that. I went on with my life, eventually finding a woman who'd stay with me for more than one drunken night. We started going out six months after that night with Katie and Kayleigh.

So, imagine my surprise when, exactly thirty-six weeks after that night, Katie and Kayleigh showed up at my door. Both wore mono-colored dresses, their cleavage showing generously through the v-neck. I looked below that, though, and what I saw shocked me. Both women had enormous bellies, looking two months further along than they were. 

"Hello, Clark." Katie said. I looked at them, wide-eyed. I ran to my elevator, pressing the button as fast as I could. It was amazing how fast those women were on their feet, though, because both of them managed to get in the elevator. I backed up against the wall, both women walking towards me. I was expecting them to start screaming at me so loud that the entirety of the city could hear them. But they didn't, they both just put a hand on my shoulder and asked me questions innocently.

"How are you doing, Clark?" Kayleigh asked.

"Fine..." I said, my eyes darting around, searching for a threat. 

"That's great! How's your job?" Katie asked, moving her hand to hold mine.

"It's good, I got a promotion a few weeks ago..." I said nervously. The elevator arrived at my floor, and we stepped out of it, directly into my flat. 

"Why are you so nervous? We're not here to hurt you." Katie said.

"Most definitely not. This is actually really uncomfortable, can I take this off?" Kayleigh asked, motioning to her dress. She didn't wait for an answer, shedding the dress and leaving her in just a bra. A pregnant woman, walking around in New York with no panties! I imagined doing such dirty things to her in that moment.

"Actually, could I do that too?" Katie asked, shedding hers too and revealing the same under-apparel. Two pregnant women, panties-less in Manhattan! Jesus Christ...

"Why... why... why are you here?" I stuttered, staring at their gorgeous bellies.

"Our doctors said we had to reach out to you. We wanted to get to you the morning after that night, but we figured you didn't want to see us again..." Katie said. She and Kayleigh moved me to my couch, sitting on either side of me. They both looked at me intently, pressing their bellies into me. There are no words for how rock-hard I was in that moment. 

"Anyway, we looked you up in the phonebook. There are a few Clark Murphies in this town, but we worked at finding you until we got here. Your place is gorgeous..." Kayleigh said. 

"I wanted to tell him how nice his place was!" Katie said, hitting Kayleigh's arm. "Never mind. We just came here hoping that you'd be kind enough to... maybe... take us back? You're the kindest man we've ever met, and we're pregnant with your babies... We just want you to forgive us. We know that you don't want us, and if you tell us to leave, we will." I was shocked. They wanted me to forgive them? I was the one who left them, not the other way around!

"Umm..." I said, dumbfounded.

"Oh, don't be like that! We'll do anything you ever ask. You can have anything we can give you. Anything you want..." I couldn't believe my ears.

"Well, I guess I can do that..."



Oh Baby, Baby



Author's Note: As always, feedback and comments are great. I just wrote a story and submitted it yesterday, but I didn't like it so much. So, I wrote this one, hopefully to make myself feel better about my writing. Let me know what you think. Also, feel free to request a story, I'm always looking for inspiration.

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She always wore clothes that to most men would be considered provocative. Falling victim to the fashion trend of leggins instead of pants left nearly nothing to the imagination. Her shapely legs, curvy hips, and that open space between her thighs all there for anyone who wished to view them. If she wasn't in those leggins that hugged her body tightly, the skirts she chose barely covered the smooth curve of her behind. Angela was not the babysitter Mister Kevin Conaway would have chosen to watch his kids, but he could not tell his wife that he found her to be too much of a distraction to keep around.

"The kids love her," she would tell him when he returned home from work, "She came highly recommended," he remembered her saying once.

Angela was just starting college and although she dressed like someone who was promiscuous, she was nothing of the sort. She enjoyed fashion and knew her body was good. She appreciated her youthful features and knew she wore the clothes well. However, the thought never crossed her mind that she might be stirring interest in the fathers of the many children she cared for. To Angela, it was a simply a job, a means to an end, and that end was money to buy more of the expensive clothes she loved so much.

Friday afternoon, Kevin Conaway left work with his wife on his mind. He had a pretty good day and feeling "in the mood" he figured they could turn the tv on for the kids and have a go at it upstairs. But the Los Angeles freeways had another idea in mind for him. Stuck on the freeway in standstill traffic, he found himself next to a car whose driver was a pretty young girl, one that reminded him of Angela. His wife slipped out of his mind and in her place he saw the shapely legs of their barely legal babysitter. Instead of clothed, he imagined her naked, walking around the house to clean up the kids' toys the way she always did before leaving for the night. he tried to be stealth as he reached into his slacks and rubbed his hand over the tip of his dick. He let out a sigh of relief, enjoying this feeling and imagining not his hand, but the much smaller hand of Angela. He felt his cock straining against his pants and heard a car horn honking behind him. He jumped to attention and saw that traffic was finally moving again. He grumbled angrily at the lack of release, but was happy to be on the way home to a woman who could finish the job for him.

Parking the car in the driveway, he grabbed his briefcase from the passenger's seat and held it in front of himself as he walked into the house, hoping to block what was left of his hardon and the wet spot left behind by precum from view. Where he would normally announce his arrival to the family, he wanted to surprise his wife, so instead he quietly entered and listened for where she might be. The sun was setting and he could hear not only the tv on in the family room, but also the water running in the kitchen. He set down the briefcase, removed his blazer, and silently as possible crept through the back door of the kitchen. Much to his surprise (and excitement) it was not his wife whom he found there, but Angela. His mouth began to water as he stood there and watched her bend over to pick up the dishtowel which she had dropped to the floor. The mini-skirt she wore rose up and exposed her white, cotton panties to his hungry eyes.

Kevin felt his dick stir even more in his pants as he listened to her hum, debating whether or not to touch her. He wanted to, boy did he want to. His fingers ached to reach out and feel the smoothness of her skin, and even more to feel the wetness he knew he could produce between her legs. Watching her wash the dishes, he imagined those small hands wrapped around his cock and had to brace himself on the wall. She was probably tighter than anyone he'd ever been with, he just knew it. He licked over his lips, practically drooling at the thought of burying himself deep inside her cunt. Christ, she was gorgeous. Her dirty blonde hair cascaded down her back in loose curls. He imagined tugging on it as she wrapped those full lips of hers around him, her perfectly pink tongue licking him.

He'd worked himself up into such a frenzy of need that he couldn't resist. Hoping that his wife would not be showing up any moment, he made his way across the kitchen with care not to hit any creaky spots on the floor. He wondered if she could feel him behind her, reaching around to touch the flatness of her stomach through her thin camisole.

"What the--" her voice seemed frightened as she turned her head to see him there, "Mister Conaway, you scared me," she said, assuming at that moment he would remove his hand. He must have thought I was Mrs Conaway, she thought to herself.

But he had made no such mistake. "Shhh," he put a finger to her lips and smiled, "Don't make a sound."

Angela sucked in a deep breath when she felt his hand move down from her waist toward her legs. She wanted to protest, but there was a deep, lustful look in his eyes. She blinked a few times and tried to steady her breathing as Mister Conaway's hand brushed against her thigh and slipped between her legs. Despite herself, Angela felt a wetness growing there, dripping out of her and onto the panties she'd chosen for the day in a tortuously slow manner. He seemed urgent, but not quick as he carefully pulled the elastic aside and his finger touched her moist flesh. She heard him let out a deep sigh as she sucked in, scared of what was to come, but also intrigued. She thought about telling him to stop, just as the rough tip of his calloused finger found her clit. She gasped and fell back against him, her light weight body easily caught by his strong arms, "Oh god," she mumbled as he pressed the finger harder against her clit, dragging it down to her dripping hole.

"Mmmm," he hummed in her ear, pulling the hair away from her neck so he could kiss her there as he moved further, taking her lack of argument to mean that she was enjoying herself as much as he was. "Fucking Christ," he mumbled after slipping his finger into her, "You're tighter than I ever could have imagined..." his voice trailed off as he slid a hand down her side and clasped her hand in his, feeling how tiny her own fingers were, "These the only fingers that have ever been in you?" he asked, bringing her hand up to his mouth to kiss her finger tips one at a time.

She shook her head, "No. My last boyfriend...he, um.." her eyes closed as she fought to find the words, "He fingered me a few times." She had to rest her free hand on the counter to hold herself up as he drew his finger out of her and took her juices up to her clit, using them to rub around it in tight little circles.

"Dirty girl," he said with a smirk against the soft skin of her neck, "and what about you? Did you suck his dick? There's no way he put his dick in this tight pussy...did he?"

She shook her head, "No. He asked me if he could, but I...I wasn't ready," she had brought her hand up to his shoulder and clenched the material of his shirt.

Conaway pulled his hand out of her panties and lifted up her skirt in the back so he could get a look at her ass, "This is the most stunning piece of ass I have ever seen," he squeezed each cheek in on of his hands and then smacked it gently.

Angela jumped at the sharp hit and turned around to face him, "Mister Conaway...the children...your wife..." She was clearly confused.

"Shhh, if you're quiet, they won't know. Those kids can't be torn away from the tv for anything."

She knew he was right, but was this right? How could this be okay? She'd hardly done anything with any of her boyfriends, but somehow this felt so good, so much better than the fumbling teenage boys who had touched her previously and could barely get through her kissing the tip of their dicks without cumming on the spot. She wondered what it was like with a real man, a man like Mister Conaway who so obviously wanted her.

"Let me see you," he whispered to her, pulling at her underwear to try and get it to come off. The panties reached her knees and she pushed them down the rest of the way with her foot, stepping out of them when they reached the floor. Out of habit, she reached down to pick them up, the wet spot in the center clearly visible. Kevin brought her hand, holding the panties, up to his face and sniffed it, smiling, "Such a sweet, musky scent," he said, all the while keeping his eyes locked on hers, "May I have them?" he asked so politely, as if he were asking for a second helping of dinner. She couldn't help but nod her head. He stuffed them into his pants pocket and reached out for her hips, holding them underneath her mini-skirt. Tugging her whole body closer to his, he reached around and squeezed her ass again before lifting her up on the counter. He pushed her thighs apart and felt his mouth watering with anticipation as he saw the perfect, untainted pink flesh of her pussy lips. His tongue slid out of his mouth, moistening his lips as he drew circles around her clit with one finger, never actually touching it.

"Please," she finally mumbled, her hands gripping the counter edge tightly.

He was surprised to hear it and looked up at her, "Please what?" he asked, wanting nothing more than to hear dirty words out of this innocent girl's mouth.

"Please, touch it."

"Say it, say what you want me to touch. I want to hear the words."

"My clit, please, touch my clit," she could feel the wetness dripping out of her pussy and onto the counter as he obliged her and finally touched her where she wanted. A happy sigh escaped her lips as she rested her head back on the cupboard behind her, "Yes, yes that's it."

He rubbed it in circles, then finally pulled her pussy lips apart and leaned down to lick from her hole up to her clit, stopping there to flick at it with his tongue. "Oh holy--" she closed her eyes, trying to steady her breathing, "What if someone--what if they come in here?"

But he wasn't listening. He was took busy pumping his finger in and out of her, lapping the flatness of his tongue against her clit. When he felt she was ready, he slowly entered a second finger into her, stretching her virginal hole just a bit more. "You like that, baby girl?" he asked, continuing with his gentle assault on her pussy until her body began to tense up, and then finally release in a way she'd never felt before. Looking up at her before bumping her clit with his nose, his tongue happily replacing his fingers at her entrance, licking up the juices that spilled out of her, "Mmm, it tastes like you do."

She nodded her head, unable to come up with any words to say in this moment. Instead, she scooted her butt closer toward the edge of the counter top, letting him know that she did, in fact, enjoy what he was doing to her.

"That's my girl. Now..." he narrowed his eyes as he watched her, pulling her off of the counter and setting her on the floor once again. "My turn," he unzipped his pants and lowered them along with his boxers, just enough for his dick to spring free of it's confines. Already hard as a rock, it stuck straight out, almost staring at her as she lowered herself to her knees. New at this, she was scared to mess up, but also felt like it was necessary for her to return the favor.

"I don't know how to do this," she admitted just before reaching her tiny hand out to wrap it around him, "Help me?"

"Oh, baby," he breathed out and nodded his head, "Keep doing that, rub up and down, yes that's it..." He swallowed hard as her soft fingers brushed the edge of the tip, "Lick it or kiss it," he urged her on, and with some hesitation, Angela leaned down and touched the tip of his hard cock with her tongue. "Lick around the head, yes, that's it," he repeated again, leaning back against the counter. As she instinctively took more and more, she could feel him growing harder in the warm cavern of her mouth. She liked the power she seemed to hold over him as he was barely able to stand when she combined the movement of her fist over his shaft and her tongue flicking at the tiny hole in the tip of his dick. "You sure you've never done this before?" He asked, almost out of breath as she started to move her hand faster and faster.

She pulled her mouth off of his dick, taking a gulp of air as she shook her head, "No."

"Well, baby, you're a natural," he smiled at her and then pointed at his dick, "Continue." But a second later he thought better of it, "Wait, no." He didn't want to come in her mouth. Well, he did, but he wanted to come elsewhere first. Her precious mouth would have to come later. Those full lips would find themselves wrapped around him again soon enough. "Stand up," he ordered her and took her by the hand, after pulling up his pants, and practically dragged her off to the downstairs bathroom. "Just in case," he said before shutting the door and locking it behind them.

Angela leaned her back against the wall, watching him, wondering what he would do next. The inevitable should've crossed her mind, but it didn't. Wasn't this already too much for a married man and his children's babysitter? Apparently not. Mister Conaway moved his hand down and pulled her shirt over her head, seeing her bra covered chest. He reached around her and squeezed the clasp of her bra, setting her breasts free as it fell away, "So beautiful," he leaned down and covered one of her breasts with his mouth, flicking at her nipple with his tongue. His hand held onto her other breast as he worked his magic, making her rest her head back against the wall. His knee found it's way between her legs, pushing them apart and rubbing the material against her softest spot. Despite herself, Angela was moaning, and she found that her hips instinctively ground against his knee. "You like that, eh?" he looked up from her breast and quickly grabbed onto her hips, lifting her up and placing her on the counter next to the sink. He pulled her forward so that her ass rested against the edge.

Pushing her legs open just as he had done before, Angela expected that Mister Conaway was going to lick her pussy again, and she was ready and willing this time. But, instead, she watched him pull his pants down to his ankles and kick them off, "Are you ready?" He asked, his eyes burning with lust as he held his dick in his hand.

"What?!" Her already white face turned even paler as she got a good look at the massive piece of meat in his hand. It would never fit inside of her. Never. "No, no," she shook her head, swallowing hard. She tried to close her knees together, but he let go of his cock to hold her legs apart. 

"You'll be fiiiine," he said, trying his best to soothe her fears.

"Mister Conaway--"

"It'll be the best feeling you've ever had, I guarantee it."

"It's not going to fit, no no," she was fighting to close her legs, her eyes filling up with tears, "Please..."

But, instead of stopping, he leaned forward to kiss her neck, even nibbling at it slightly, his cock in hand once more, he rubbed it against her pussy, "Isn't that nice?"

Angela swallowed hard, shaking her head, but her juices were starting to flow again, she could feel it. She clenched the muscles inside of her tightly in an effort to close the entrance to her when she felt the tip of his dick press against her, "Oh god," she cried.

When he felt her tense up, Kevin dragged his dick slowly up from her hole to where her clit was peeking out of it's hood. He tapped the head of his cock against her clit, feeling her loosen up slightly. He smiled and without warning replaced his dick at her entrance and slid just the tip into her. Feeling how tight she was he fell forward against her, "Oh fuck, fuck," he mumbled, pressing his hand down against the counter to steady himself, "I knew you'd be tight, I knew it, ungh," and with that he thrust forward slowly, inching his way into her.

"No! Oh God, yes..." as he pushed in slowly and pulled out even slower, Angela found the intense sharp pain she'd initially felt starting to subside. Was this it? This wasn't that bad. In fact, it was starting to feel quite good. But then, before she knew what was happening, he pressed against her barrier, pulling all the way out of her and slamming back into her, breaking the last shred of her virginity. Angela felt herself being stretched apart as the tears rolled down her rosy cheeks. She grabbed a hold of his shoulders and dug her finger nails into his skin, trying to distract herself from the pain.

He held himself inside her for a moment, allowing her to adjust to the new feeling. Then, when her breathing seemed almost back to normal, he started to slowly thrust himself in and out of her. He reached between them and started to rub her clit as he did so, and Angela found herself moving closer to him, trying to create more friction.

"Yes!" She cried out, now in pleasure rather than pain as he rubbed her clit quickly with his thumb and slammed his cock into her, burying himself deep within her pussy.

"You're the best fuck...fuck," he ground their hips together, pulling her as close as possible. He could feel the muscles inside her start to clench down on his dick and he didn't know how long he could hold it together, "Cum with me, cum."

Angela didn't know how to make herself come with him, but she could feel that she was close, "I'm close," she said almost breathlessly. That was all he needed to hear. With that, Kevin was thrusting in and out of her quicker than he'd ever fucked anyone, at least that he could remember. Moments later she could feel him swelling inside her, "Oh my God," she threw her head back and juices spilled from her all over his cock as he shot his seed deep inside her. She could feel it hit the back wall of her pussy and mix with her own juices. It was the most erotic feeling she'd ever felt.

Breathless, the two held their bodies together. She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to breath and stay alive. She knew now, why they called sex little death, because she certainly felt like she had died, "Mister Conaway..."

"Shhh," he put his finger to her lips and then kiss her, sliding himself out of her, "That was amazing."

She could feel his cum seeping out of her pussy and down her leg, onto the counter, "You made me all dirty," she pointed between her legs to the messy mixture of their juices, "Do you want to clean me up?"



Oh Baby! What a Sitter!



This is a new story. 

All characters in sexual situations are over the age of eighteen at the point of their involvement. 

Please let me know how you like this one. 

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"Kelly? Is that you?" 

I have to be clear, it wasn't anything about the young woman's appearance that made her seem familiar. It was her voice. Something about her voice, even from behind, flipped a switch, and made me ask the question. 

It was seven years since I'd seen her, and the gawky twelve year old that she had been was no longer standing in front of me. She may not have grown much taller...she was always a lithe, skinny kid...but she had sure grown out, in all the right places. Long brown hair tumbled down her back, leading my eyes to her classic, heart shaped ass, clad in snug denim. She turned, to see who was calling her, and my gaze moved up, pausing on her bountiful chest, before continuing up to a very attractive face, complete with a full, eminently kissable pair of lips. Sexy, black framed glasses surrounded her brown eyes. Those eyes grew wide, as she recognized me. 

"Todd!" she gasped, and threw her arms around my neck, leaping into my arms in a hug that left dents in my chest where her big breasts made contact. 

Perhaps I should fill you in on the background... 

***

Several years ago, my parents became friends with Kelly's parents, and that meant the occasional backyard barbecue, both at our house, and their little farm about an hour away. Kelly and her little brother Ricky were okay to be around in small doses, but the age gap made for a lot of rolling eyes on my part. Get away from me kid, you bother me. 

By the time I was nineteen, nothing much had changed. They were still an annoyance. Little did I know how annoying they would get. 

I was planning on going to college in the fall, and after graduation, started looking for a summer job. That's about when my longtime girlfriend, Suzy, decided she wanted to go in another direction. Put bluntly, she dumped me, unceremoniously and without warning. The ensuing broken heart did little to improve my job search, and before long, I was just moping around the house, doing nothing, with no plan to fix either situation. 

You know what they say : if you don't have a plan, someone else does, and you might not like what they plan for you. So true. My Dad and Kelly's Dad made a deal, and I was shipped off to the farm for the summer. 

To babysit. 

Okay, not only to babysit. I was also going to help around the farm, but in my mind I was going to be a babysitter, and I hated that idea. 

Speaking of the farm...calling it one was being optimistic. Half a dozen cows, and just enough land to feed the animals, with little extra. It was a hobby, at best, but I was getting paid reasonably well to help with the hobby. I could use the money, and its location, out of town, kept me from running into Suzy. 

As for my other duties, which I may have mentioned I hated, I was there largely to keep the kids from burning the house down. Kelly was twelve. Ricky was eight. Neither was a baby. All I had to do was supervise, as Kelly was happy to cook their lunches while their parents were at work. But I still hated it. 

Ricky was a pain, constantly under foot, but he was just being a kid. It was Kelly that drove me nuts, always walking around the house, singing at the top of her lungs, certain she was the next Madonna /Lady Gaga /Whitney Houston. Only if the entire world went tone deaf, which is what she was doing to me. I hated it. 

Anyway, somehow I survived the summer without permanent hearing damage, collected my paycheck, and went off to school in the fall. There, I replaced Suzy with an upgrade, a sweet little redhead who was lots of horizontal fun, but not much else. She did, however, eventually lead me to Amy, a pretty, petite brunette, who stole my heart, and soon became my wife. A couple of years later, she also became the Mother of my little daughter, Lynn. 

All was good...until a tragic car accident left Lynn and I on our own. It was the result of an unforeseeable mechanical failure, on a big truck. The rest of the story is pointless. Only the outcome matters. 

Which pretty much brings us up to date, where we started this little tale. 

***

Kelly was still hanging from my neck, squealing happily. I didn't know what to do with my hands, as almost everywhere I might touch was a bit inappropriate, especially for a twelve year old, which is how I still thought of her. Of course, those two big, soft reminders were telling me she was no longer the same little girl I knew. She was nineteen, legally an adult, and obviously all grown up. At last, she relaxed, sliding down a few inches to stand on her own again. 

"It's so great to see you!" she gushed, stepping back to arms length. She still had one hand on my upper arm. 

"It's wonderful to see you, too," I answered. "Although I hardly recognized you. You've really grown up!" What an understatement. 

She smiled, and did a little pirouette, forcing me to take in the impressive curves that had taken residence where a scrawny pre-teen had lived before. Most alluring of all was her chest. Her breasts were full, youthfully prominent and round, forming a rack that was wider than the torso they adorned. Every movement of her hands made her upper arms collide with the sides of her breasts, causing a jiggle that I was having a hard time not watching. Worse yet, it was summer, and her thin t-shirt, stretched tight across her boobs, was showing just a hint of her stiff nipples through her bra. I was the adult, and shouldn't be leering at a nubile young girl, but she was just so damn sexy, and I was alone... and it had been so long since I got laid by anything other than my right hand. I couldn't take my eyes off her. 

"Okay...you just have to come lunch with me!" she bubbled, enthusiastically. Bubbles make boobs bobble. She had dispatched the friend that I found her gabbing with, and was now focused on me. "We need to catch up!" She was clearly not going to take no for an answer. 

"Okay, let's go," I laughed, caught up in her attitude, and her eyes. She wasn't quite an ugly duckling years ago, but also no raving beauty. Where the ravishing young thing before me came from was a mystery.

So off we went, nowhere special, unless you consider the food court at the mall special. The background noise made her lean in to talk and hear, which rested her big tits on the table, making concentration difficult. 

I found myself enjoying being with her. She was no longer an annoying child, having caught up, maturity wise. She filled me in on seven years of growing up, and I told her about school, and Amy, and Lynn. When I got to the accident, Kelly gasped, and a tear trickled down her cheek. 

"Oh, Todd, I'm so sorry to hear that," she whispered, reaching across the table to touch my hand. Her caress was electric, the warmth and softness of her hand a surprise. I hadn't had much feminine contact since Amy's death, other than supportive hugs from family members, so Kelly's gentle touch caught my attention. It also made me feel a bit guilty, not only for pushing Amy aside, but for the clearly lascivious thoughts I was having about a young girl once charged to my care. I know she wasn't a little kid any more, but that idea was going to take some time to process. 

She was now living in town, rather than way out on the farm, which meant we might see more of each other, an idea she openly embraced. I tried to be more reserved, but inwardly, I was thrilled to have someone so lovely interested in me. Maybe it was desperation talking, or loneliness...or maybe I was just horny. 

"If there's anything...ANYTHING...I can do to help you," she said, looking at me seriously, "just say the word. How old is your daughter?" 

"Two," I replied, wincing slightly. While I didn't think she was as bad as some kids I had heard about, Lynn had her moments. They don't call it 'the terrible twos' for nothing. 

"Yikes! That must put a crimp in your social life!" she giggled, and jiggled. Damn my eyes. 

"What social life?" I answered, far too quickly. It sounded like a complaint, but I didn't mean it that way. I loved Lynn, and her Mother's death is the only thing I'd change if I could. 

"Well, maybe I can help with that," she said, sitting back and crossing her arms across her chest. "I'd be happy to look after her some evening, so you can go out and meet someone. Get you back on the horse, so to speak."

Hmmmm. Part of me was hoping she was going a different direction with that sentence, but it was much safer to keep her involvement at a distance. I had a babysitter already, but a spare is never a bad idea. The fact that Kelly was older, and was fully aware of the ultimate goal of my going out...getting laid...put her at the top of the list. 

We talked a little longer, and before she left, she programmed her number in my phone. I found myself watching her sexy rear end wiggle as she walked away. I was still watching when she turned, and caught me. A bright smile erupted on her face, and she fluttered her fingertips at me playfully as she disappeared in the crowd. 

That night, she was the star of my erotic fantasies. I couldn't get her incredible curves out of my head. Still, I wasn't expecting anything further to happen, except my giving her some babysitting business. I wouldn't be pushing the subject. 

***

"Hi, Kelly...it's Todd," I said cheerfully, "Did I catch you at a good time?" 

"Todd! I was wondering if I would ever hear from you?" she laughed. "It's been weeks. Don't you know better than to keep a lady waiting?" There was a pause, tense and silent, before she laughed again. "Just kidding! Yes, it's a fine time. What can I do for you?" 

"Do you recall offering your babysitting services?" I asked, knowing full well she would. 

"Yes I do. When do you want me?" she replied softly. 

I wasn't sure if she was going for the double entendre intentionally, or if it was an innocent turn of phrase. I just didn't know the adult Kelly well enough to make an assessment. It certainly started the wheels turning in my head though, as a list of sexual witticisms grew in my imagination. Not now, I thought. Don't put your foot in your mouth. 

"Friday night," I began, then suddenly realized that Friday was probably the worst possible time. She was sure to have something planned. "Unless you've got a date or something. I don't want to cut into..." 

"Friday is fine," she said, ending the debate. "Should I come over a little early, so you can give me the tour and I can meet Lynn?" 

"Actually, that was my next line. Yes, that would be a good idea," I laughed. She was ahead of me already. "How's 6 sound?" 

"I'll be there. One question :Where's there?" she giggled. 

"Right. You should probably know where you're going, shouldn't you?" I said quietly. I gave her the address, and a few general directions, before hanging up. 

Yes, I had a date Friday, my first one since Amy, with a nice girl from work. Sheila had a pretty smile, and striking eyes, with a lean body that caught my eye. I didn't know what was going to happen, and being my first trip back into the dating pool, after an admittedly short marriage, I was nervous as hell. Also excited. 

Confused as well. I was almost as eager to see Kelly as I was to go out with Sheila. Very confusing.

***

The doorbell rang at 6, on the nose. I was still conflicted, unsure of which female I should be more excited about seeing. My hand was on the doorknob, heart racing. I took a deep breath, and opened it. 

That breath I just took? She took it away. 

Dressed for action...and by that, I mean the 'chasing a two year old around' type...she was beautiful without even trying. Yoga pants, running shoes, and a warm up jacket...everything was covered, but still, she got my attention. She even had her hair pulled back in a ponytail, but that just added 'cute' to the list of affectionate descriptives that was growing in my mind, attached to my mental image of her. 

I let her in, and Lynn came running, displaying a two year old 's impeccable timing. She hid behind my legs, peeking around at Kelly, who was cooing and giggling in a comforting tone. 

"Hi Lynn, I'm Kelly. We're going to have so much fun tonight!" she smiled. It worked. Lynn stepped around my leg, and into Kelly's arms. I wondered how much of that acceptance might be due to hair colour. Amy was a brunette, too. It suddenly occurred to me that I might be feeling the same thing, for the same reason. That actually made me feel better, knowing there might be another reason for my attraction to someone that was like a kid sister to me. 

Kelly toted Lynn around the house as I gave her the tour. The two of them made fast friends, so I knew this was going to work out fine. As we passed the sliding doors to the backyard, Kelly piped up. 

"Holding out on me, already?" she laughed, "You didn't tell me you had a pool. I'll have to bring my suit next time. I just love the water. I love being wet." 

There she goes again, saying something that makes me notice how incredibly hot she is. I really wish I knew if she was flirting, or if it was inadvertent. 

Anyway, I left my daughter in Kelly's very capable hands, and went on my date.

It was fun, and Sheila was a great dinner partner, but I just didn't feel anything. No sparks, and believe me, she tried to light a fire, dressed in a way that attracted my eye. She kissed me, and made it pretty clear I would be welcome in her bed, but I just wasn't ready yet. Damn baggage. 

I ended up at a bar. Kelly wasn't expecting me home for at least an hour, and I needed time to think about things. I wasn't there to get plastered, just to consider what the hell I was doing going on a date. 

Why did I turn Sheila down? She wanted to get busy, and I said 'no'. What the fuck is that about? What kind of an idiot turns down a chance to fuck an attractive woman? Then there was Kelly. She wasn't offering herself up on a platter, but we had history. I knew her, sort of. So many things she had said and done could have been seen as flirtatious...or could just as easily be completely innocent. Either she was completely unaware, or she was very good at being subtly sexual. Which one was it? 

I decided that the best course of action today was no action at all. Just go home, I thought, and act like nothing happened. Nothing did happen. 

Back home, I quietly opened the door. I wasn't sneaking in, just didn't want to wake Lynn. Kelly was sitting in the living room, playing solitaire on her tablet. She looked up when I came in, and smiled brightly. 

"So, did you get lucky?" she giggled. Not even a 'hello' first, just right to the heart of the matter. 

"No," I laughed, "but I could have. She wanted me to come up to her apartment, but..." I looked at Kelly's eyes, listening intently, and suddenly wondered what the hell I was doing. This was not an appropriate conversation for us to be having. She was young, and she was my babysitter, not my drinking buddy. 

"But?" she asked, drawing it out like a question. She tilted her glasses down and gave me an inquisitive stare. "Tell me more." Not a chance. 

"Nothing to tell," I said calmly, ending it. 

"Okay. You're the boss," she laughed, pushing the glasses back up her nose. "Someone named Ed called for you. He invited you to his place for a barbecue tomorrow afternoon. Said you don't need to reply, just 'get your ass there', she smiled, doing air quotes as she recounted the message. "Do you want me to look after Lynn so you can go? Might be good for you, besides, I could use the money, and I'd like to use the pool." 

She didn't have to work too hard to convince me. Come to think of it, she could always con me into doing things when she was a kid, too. 

"Come sit next to me," she laughed, patting the couch. "You've got to see this." 

I took the spot beside her, expecting to see some YouTube video sensation crap, but she held the tablet against her chest for a second. I couldn't help noticing how soft her breasts looked. It reminded me how soft they felt, pressed into my chest, when we hugged before. 

"Now, I hope you don't mind," she said quietly, "but it seemed like a good idea at the time. Lynn is just so cute, and she just loves that little stuffed lobster, so, well...just watch." She tilted the tablet away, and pressed play. 

On the screen, Lynn was toddling across the kitchen. Lobby, her stuffed lobster toy, was on the floor, a few feet away, and when Lynn bent to pick him up, it moved just out of reach. She stepped toward it, and the fuzzy red toy moved again. The process repeated...Lynn steps, Lobby moves away...until my daughter was running at full two-year-old speed, pursuing her favourite toy, which somehow remained just out of reach. She was giggling wildly. It was infectious. 

The layout of the house allowed for circular traffic flow, from the kitchen through the dining room, to the living room, then down the hall back to the kitchen. Kelly had tied a string to Lobby, run it all the way around the circle, and tied the other end to the back of Lynn's overalls. It was hilarious, watching her run in circles, while Kelly followed, recording it on her tablet. Eventually, Lynn got frustrated, but before she began to cry, Kelly stepped on the string, allowing Lynn to break it and catch the elusive stuffed animal at last. 

We were laughing like a pair of crazed hyenas, trying to keep from waking Lynn, but unable to stop. I, of course, was also watching Kelly's boobs heaving with her gasping breaths. She was having an effect on me. 

We did eventually regain control, and sat breathing heavily for a minute before speaking. 

"I'll bet she went to sleep fast after that," I said, smiling at my buxom babysitter. 

"Oh yeah," Kelly giggled. "She's such a dear. A real good little girl." She reached over and touched my hand softly. "I'm sorry things didn't work out on your date. Don't give up though. The perfect woman for you might be closer than you think." 

God, not again! I thought. Stop with the ambiguous flirting. I tried to read her face, but got nothing to indicate her intent. Just her huge brown eyes behind her glasses, looking back at me softly. 

I paid her, and waved goodbye as she pulled out of the driveway. She'd be back tomorrow afternoon, but I was in the bathroom, jerking off to fantasies of her body before she made it three blocks away. 

***

Bing-bong. Right on time again. 

I suppose I was allowed to be excited about seeing her this time. There were no other women involved, at least, none that I knew about. I opened the door. 

Kelly was dressed pretty much the same as yesterday, even wearing the same smile. She breezed in, and scooped up my giggling daughter quickly, spinning in a circle that made Lynn even happier. 

"There's my girl!" Kelly beamed brightly, hugging her tight. "Do you want to play in the pool today?" Lynn nodded. "Good. So do I. Should we go get your bathing suit on?" She looked at me as she asked the question. 

"Yeah, well, her suit is kind of small," I offered. "She keeps growing, and it doesn't!" 

"Oh. Well who needs a bathing suit anyway?" she laughed, rubbing noses with my little one. "We'll let Daddy go, then the two of us girls can go skinny dipping. How's that sound?" Lynn nodded again, understanding none of it. 

I did. Understand, that is. As soon as I left, Kelly was going to get naked in my backyard. My dick twitched. The thought of that body, glistening wet in the sun, woke my libido. 

I had a few things to do before I left, so I went to do them, leaving them to their fun. The house became quieter than I thought it would, so when I was done I went looking for them. 




Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 02



Many thanks to those who read and enjoyed the first part of this story. Thank you, as well, for your patience while this second chapter germinated in my mind. 

As always, all characters are over the age of eighteen. 

If you would be so kind, please cast your votes when you finish reading. Comments and feedback are appreciated. Enjoy. 

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Six weeks in Toledo. No disrespect to the citizens of that fair town, but it was going to be hell. Not only was it going to take me away from my daughter, but I had just, and at long last, found someone slightly taller and more mature to love. More curvaceous too. Does Murphy's Law apply to relationships? 

My first thought was that I would go to Toledo, get settled, then send for my girls. We'd be together, Kelly would get a free vacation (yeah, I know... vacation in Toledo...Oh boy!) and all would be good. That idea lasted about thirty seconds. 

I walked into my sumptuous accommodations at the Toledo Holiday Inn...and found a roommate. So much for bringing roommates of my own. 

His name was Tony, and he had been brought in for similar reasons. Apparently, John Lewis hadn't been the only one in the car. He had been coming back from a meeting, with another staff member riding shotgun. Tony was here to run their HR department, while I ran the whole show. 

Shit. My life had just been changed for the better, then I get sent here. Okay, so we'll make lemonade, and bring Kelly here. Now the lemons are rotten. Shit! 

I called Kelly to let her know I arrived safely, and to give her the bad news. She was disappointed, but put her usual, cheerful spin on it. 

"Don't worry about us here. We're having a great time bonding. By the time you get back, we'll have the place repainted pink. It'll be a girl's house. How do you feel about a lifesize 'my little pony' on the living room wall?" 

"It wouldn't be my first choice," I laughed. She was one of a kind. "Are you sure you'll be okay?" 

"I'm not saying I won't miss you," she pouted, "but I do have my trusty vibrator to get me through, and the memory of our Sunday night send off. We'll talk every night, right? Skype for Lynn. I could dress for you, or better yet, undress for you... "

"I'd love that, but I have a roommate, remember?" I groaned. "Kind of hard to watch you without wanting to jerk off. Privacy is a little short around here." 

"Right. I don't want to make it worse for you. No x-rated calls or Skype, unless the opportunity presents itself," she giggled. "Agreed?" 

"Agreed. I should go, honey," I said. This conversation was depressing me, reminding me what I'd be missing. "I'll call you tonight." 

"Okay, baby," she purred, "talk to you later." 

I sat there, suddenly feeling very, very alone. The phone in my hand was my lifeline, back to where I desperately wanted to be. My mind wandered back to last night. Oh, what a night. 

We knew it would be our last night for quite some time. Thank god Lynn was fast asleep, because we went at it like rabbits, and it wasn't confined to the bedroom. It was like something from a movie, where the lust just boils over, and the characters can't get enough of each other. 

We left a trail of knocked over furniture, crooked paintings, and wrinkled rugs, as we fucked throughout the house. On the floor, the couch, standing in the hallway...out onto the deck, back in to the kitchen, dining room, and finally the bedroom. I came three times...once in, once on, and once down her throat. Her orgasms were more than I could count, and seemed to only add to her energy level. Well, I guess she was only nineteen. I felt older than my twenty-six years, but being around her was restoring my youth. 

She gave me a wonderful goodbye blowjob Monday morning, and now I was here. Horny as hell, with only my hand for companionship. Oh...and Tony, hence the problem. Shit, shit, shit! 

***

Tuesday morning, Tony and I carpooled to work. I was thankful for the distraction. Last night's bedtime Skype call had been heart rending, with tears from Lynn, then from Kelly and me as well. My little girl didn't understand. Kelly was doing her best to ease the pain. 

The Toledo office was pretty typical, with one obvious exception. It had more women than usual, or at least, more than my usual office. More women was not what I needed now, and I certainly didn't need more attractive, friendly women, but that's what I got, from the first step through the door. 

"Holy shit," Tony whispered. "I think I'm going to like it here." 

The receptionist, Denise, a tall, pretty blonde, with a very athletic aire, showed us to our offices. I was first. 

"Mr. Stewart, this is Adrienne, your assistant. I'll leave you with her. It was nice meeting you." Denise turned away, and Tony followed, leering at her ass. 

"Mr. Stewart," Adrienne said, extending her hand. I took it. She was a dark haired, slightly Hispanic looking, quite attractive woman. Perhaps a little on the plump side, but she carried it very well, including a positively huge pair of tits. Just what I didn't need. 

We talked a bit, introductory chit chat. She learned I was a widower and single parent. I learned she was single, thirty, and had been John Lewis's assistant for six years. I was glad she was experienced ; I'd need her help. The single and thirty bit had me concerned, as she did seem a little too happy to hear I was unattached. Maybe I should have told her about Kelly, and that she was more than just my babysitter. More than she needed to know at this point, I decided. 

We got to work, and thankfully, she didn't appear to be actively stalking me. The day progressed quickly, and before I knew it, lunchtime had arrived. My new best friend, Tony, stopped by my office to invite me out. 

Oh, what the hell. It beats eating alone, I thought. I didn't know he had also invited Denise.

***

As it turned out, besides being pretty and the object of Tony's lust, Denise was also a font of information about the ins and outs of the office. I mean that literally. Seems a few of the staff were more than merely friendly. Some were more than friendly with more than one other staff member. Denise said she was a lesbian, but she winked at me when she said it, so it may have been just to get Tony off her trail. 

She delighted in filling us in on the gossip, and regaled us all through lunch. Adrienne was a source of concern. Denise said she really liked to fuck, and had an on again, off again thing with her boss. Since that was me for the next six weeks or so, I would have to watch her. I didn't want anything to jeopardize my relationship with Kelly. Otherwise, I would have happily gone back from lunch and bent her over my desk. Maybe Tony would like a shot at her? 

The afternoon went quickly, and Tony took the passenger seat for our trip back to the hotel. 

"So," he smiled, predictably, "your assistant's packing quite the pair, and likes to do her boss, huh? You gonna go for it?" Funny, he didn't look thirteen. 

"Nope," I said. I didn't feel the need to say more. 

"Are you gay, married, or just nuts?" he laughed. "I'm going to get all I can. No one will ever know." 

But I would, I thought. I guess I'm just not meant to cheat. 

***

"How was work, honey," Kelly asked from the screen of my tablet. She was playing up the domestic bit, fully buttoned and wearing a scarf. I laughed. 

"You don't have to wear a disguise, just don't tease me too much." 

"Yeah, I'm just playing," she giggled, tossing her head back. The scarf disappeared, and she undid a few buttons. "How's that? Less like your Mom?" 

"Yes, thank you. Maybe one more?," I asked. I couldn't see any cleavage at all. 

"You're sure? These breasts are pretty powerful. Can you handle them?" 

"Oh, you have no idea how much I'd like to handle them right now," I laughed. Her fingers dispatched two buttons, giving me a nice crease to feast my eyes on. 

"Where's your roomie?" she asked. 

"Downstairs, in the bar, probably hitting on anything in a skirt," I told her. 

"Really? So you're alone?" Her fingers opened a few more buttons. No bra to be seen, just smooth round curves. She pulled her blouse fully open. "Wanna play?" 

Oh,... what the hell. Tony would likely be hours. I didn't figure to take that long. 

I got up and went into the bathroom, propping the tablet up on some towels. Kelly had vanished from view, but reappeared, naked and holding her vibrator, in a minute. 

"Do you miss me?" she smiled, leaning back against the headboard of 'our' bed. My view was straight up her body, from between her legs. She diddled her clit with two fingers. "Any pretty girls there?" 

"Yes, I miss you baby, and yes, the office is chock full of women," I said. Honesty had better be the best policy, or I'd be in trouble. 

"Any you'd like to fuck? If I wasn't around, I mean." Her fingers parted her labia, showing me the wet, pink interior. 

Okay, even honesty has limits. I'm not answering that one...quite. 

"Maybe," I replied. 

"Uh huh," she moaned. "I figured as much. You're such a man. So, I assume she has big tits, right?" Her fingers were busy, dipping into her pussy. 

Shit, she's known me for a few days recently, and she has me figured out already? Am I that predictable? Are men that predictable? 

"Yeah, she does," I sighed. 

"I thought so. You know, I told you I didn't have an agenda, and I meant it," she whispered, turning on the vibrator. It slowly disappeared into her vagina. "If you want...Oh shit, that feels great...if you want to fuck someone else, then do it. It works both ways." 

Call me old fashioned, but I didn't expect her to say that. It caught me off guard. I said nothing. 

"Todd? Are you still there?" she asked, sitting up. 

"Yeah, I'm here," I answered. She read the tone of my voice. 

"I'm not telling you to fuck her, just that I'd understand if you wanted to," she whispered, looking into the camera closely. "I'm not going anywhere, baby, and I'm not looking for anyone else. Obviously, I'd like us to be exclusive, but..." 

"Then that's the way it will be," I interrupted, without even thinking. My subconscious had made that decision already. I knew the implications, and what it sounded like. So did she. The smile that shone back at me on the screen was breathtaking. 

"Really? Already? I feel something for you too. I've just been afraid to say it," she said happily. "God, I miss you so much! I don't know how I'll survive six weeks!" 

As if to make things worse, I heard the door to the suite open, as Tony returned. 

"Shit!" I whispered. "We're not alone anymore. I think we're going to need to put this on hold. Sorry, honey." 

"That's okay, baby. I can wait," she whispered back. "I feel better now that we've committed to each other. Until tomorrow, then?" 

"Until tomorrow," I replied. She blew me a kiss, and the screen went black. 

Tomorrow, I thought. Tomorrow, I call head office, and amend our arrangements. 

***

Thursday night arrived, and I was looking forward to my call with Lynn and Kelly. I had good news. 

Since this was the early call, timed for Lynn's bedtime, I had two faces looking back at me on the screen. They were so cute together. 

"I have a surprise for both of you," I said, smiling brightly. For some reason, I continued the conversation as though Lynn could understand all of it. "Daddy called his bosses yesterday and told them that, if they wanted him to do this job, he'd need to make a few changes. It wasn't fair to Daddy's family for him to be away from them for so long." Kelly seemed to know where this was going, and gasped. "So, today they told Daddy that he could come home, every weekend. I will be home tomorrow night!" 

On my end, I heard lots of 'hooray, Daddy's coming home' and the like, as my girls celebrated. Kelly put her hands over Lynn's ears, and stared into the screen. 

"Oh, you are going to get fucked so hard when you get home!" she giggled. "You'd better call me back when you're alone, because I want to tell you all about what I'm going to do to you."

"Hey baby, you're not the only one who's horny, you know? I've got a few things I'd like to do to you, too!" I growled. 

"Ooooooo, it's a date!" she smiled. Her hands came off Lynn's ears. "Okay, Lynnie, my little darling. We should let Daddy go now. It's time for you to go beddy-byes, and the faster you get to sleep, the faster Daddy gets home!" The message worked, as Lynn dropped off screen. I could hear her running to her room. Kelly shrugged, then looked back at me. "You," she breathed, pointing at the camera, "I'll see you later, and I want to see that big cock, hard and in your hand. This isn't a one way peep show, you know?" She giggled, and fluttered her fingertips, then the screen went dark. 

***

Later took almost two hours to arrive. Tony finally went out, with a girl, this time, so he'd be occupied. I went into the bathroom with my tablet. 

My dick was way ahead of me, getting hard before I even pushed the button to call Kelly. She answered on the second ring, obviously as eager as I was. Every bit as naked, too. 

"It's about time," she laughed. "I have a confession to make. I couldn't wait. I've been playing with my pussy for hours. See?" The camera panned down, showing her fingers, toying with her lips. She was visibly dripping wet, with little strings of fluid sticking to her fingers as she pulled them out. You could hear her cunt making squishy noises. 

"Uh huh. I see that. How many times have you cum, you bad girl?" I asked, stroking myself slowly. 

"Oh, I don't know...three... seven...fifteen...enough that I'm a train wreck," she groaned. 

"I'd better catch up," I laughed, reaching for the small bottle of hand lotion on the countertop. I squeezed some onto my cock. Kelly was watching. 

"Mmmmm, that looks delicious," she hissed. "I wonder what percentage of the hand lotion provided by hotels actually gets used on hands?" 

"Hey, it's getting on my hands," I replied, "one of them anyway. Just using an applicator, that's all." 

"Yeah, well I'd really like to be there to suck your 'applicator', you stud. Jerk that big cock for me baby," she whispered. 

"You like to suck my cock?" I prodded, hoping she'd continue the dialogue. 

"Mmmm, oh yes," she moaned. "I just love the velvety, soft skin on your glans. It feels so good on my tongue, and contrasts the hot, hard texture of the shaft. It gets me so...Oh, if I was only there right now, you'd see what it does to me. It's almost as good as having it in my little pussy, feeling that huge thing pressing inside me, touching the places that it was made to touch. Oh fuck... I'm gonna cum again!" Her head tilted back, and she wailed loudly. It was great to watch, and I was stroking myself firmly. 

"Oh god, I'm going to sleep well tonight...alone, but well," she whispered. "I can't wait until I get your dick inside me again." 

"Feels good, does it?" She was stroking my ego, and I was doing the rest. 

"Oh yes, baby, but unless you're a closet homosexual, you wouldn't understand. You need to experience it," she said, smiling lazily. "Of course, they use the other entrance. Never really cared for it, myself." 

I froze. My hand stopped midway along my cock. Did she just say what I think she said? 

"Kelly? You've taken it in the ass?" I moaned. 

"Yeah...'taken' is the word. It wasn't my idea, and the guy didn't know what 'gentle' meant. It hurt more than the pleasure was worth." She looked directly into the camera. "Does that interest you? Excite you?" 

My hand was a blur. She saw the movement. 

"It does! Ooooooo, yes! Okay, baby...my ass is yours," she growled, suddenly energized. "Think of your big cock, stuffing my little asshole full!" 

I was way ahead of her. My mind was running amok with images of Kelly's tight little bung hole stretched wide around my pole, while I pounded her mercilessly. I have no idea why the idea was this appealing. I'd never done it before. 

"Cum for me baby," she urged. "Let me see that jizz fly!" 

I looked at the little inset picture on the screen...the one that shows what she was seeing. The angles looked good, my inner director said. Action! 

"Oh shit!" I groaned, as the first spurt shot from the head of my dick. Again and again, I felt the exquisite surge of pleasure, as I sprayed cum across the countertop. I collapsed back to sit on the toilet seat. 

Amid my gasping breaths, I heard Kelly moaning and laughing. The moans I understood, but the laughs were a puzzle. 

"That was impressive," Kelly's voice said. I had my eyes closed, resting my head against the wall. "Um, honey, are you okay? I can't see you." 

I grabbed the tablet and turned it to face me. "I'm here, see?" 

"Not really," she giggled. "Check your camera." 

That would require focus, something I was having difficulty doing right now. I looked where she wanted me to. 

A big glob of cum was dripping slowly down the screen. I had hit the bullseye, right over the little circle in the tablet frame that showed her my end of things. I grabbed a tissue, and cleaned it off. 

"Sorry," I laughed. 

"Don't be sorry...that was the whole point, wasn't it?" she smiled. "It was like a facial, without the mess. Too bad really...I like the mess. Perhaps you could save some for me? Tomorrow night?"

I did a quick calculation. Flight out at this time, for so many minutes. Get the rental car they were also paying for, and drive home. 

"I should see you two about eight," I said. Kelly smiled back. 

"Perfect. Lynn ought to last about an hour before she runs out of gas," she whispered, "then you're all mine. Don't skip any meals. You'll need your energy."

Right. Perhaps some Red Bull, just in case. 

***

I pulled into my driveway. It was just before eight o'clock, still light out. I turned the key off, and took a deep breath. I was home...for just less than two days, before going back to Toledo. Still, two days was better than waiting another five weeks. 

Today had been a study in contrasts. The workday had been excruciatingly slow to pass, because it wasn't busy enough to distract me. Then everything was happening almost too fast. I nearly missed my flight. Thankfully, I made it just in time, and then could relax. Now I was here, early, and feeling butterflies. 

The front door opened, and Lynn came charging out of the house, racing around to my side of the car. I scooped her up as I got out, and held her tight. 

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she giggled, wrapping her little arms around my neck and squeezing. "I miss you Daddy!" She gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Actually, several. 

Kelly stood in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing a big smile. She let us have our moment, deferring her own greeting until Lynn was done. She had the patience of Job, and didn't interfere at all. 

With Lynn in one arm, and my carry-on bag in the other, I paused at the doorway, and leaned over so Kelly could give me a peck of greeting. 

"I don't want to get started, because I might not be able to stop," she whispered. "You two get reacquainted. Can I get you anything?" 

"No thanks," I laughed. Lynn was still hugging the stuffing out of me. I could hardly wait for Kelly's turn. "How was your day?" Kelly laughed. 

"Oh...you know how they say 'time flies when you're having fun'?" she asked. 

"Yes, I've heard that. Why?" 

"Well, it sure doesn't fly when you're not," she said. "Lynn had a difficult day. She wanted you to come home sooner, and I know she doesn't understand, so I tried everything to keep her happy. I'm just not her Daddy," she shrugged, actually looking upset that she hadn't been accepted yet. 




Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 02



Would you like to be her Mommy? I thought, trying not to let it show. I'd like you to interview for the job...in about an hour...in our bed. I put my arm around her shoulders, and held her. 

"She's such a sweetie," she sniffed, "and we did so well all week. I guess I just missed you so much, and she was pushing me away, and... "

What is it about kids and dogs that let's them read a situation so perfectly, despite not speaking the language? They know just what you need when you're down. 

Lynn, who was still in my arms as well, released her grip on my neck, and patted Kelly's head, as though apologizing for hurting her feelings. Kelly smiled, and gave Lynn a kiss. 

"Thank you, sweetheart," she giggled, "I needed that." She looked up at me with moist eyes. "I'm so glad you're home." The kiss she gave me this time was no peck. It was warm, and soft, and sensuous...as though we had been together for years. 

Lynn had been carried long enough, and her energy was bubbling over, so I put her down. She ran, giggling...everywhere. Good. Tucker yourself out, so we can put you to bed. 

I had two arms free for Kelly now, and she stepped into my embrace happily, snuggling against my chest. 

"Mmmm, you're much more fun to hug than Tony," I laughed, rubbing her back. 

"Well I'm glad to hear that," she giggled, pressing her breasts harder into me. "I bet I'm a better kisser than Tony, too." Her sense of humour was back, so I assume she was happier now that I was home. She tilted her head back, and accepted my lips as I tasted hers. 

"Yes," I smiled, "no contest. You feeling better now?" 

"Much. Thank you," she breathed, cuddling closer. She felt so perfect here, in my arms, like we were made for each other. Maybe we were. 

Lynn came charging back in, having done a lap of the backyard. I let Kelly go, and did my part to hasten my daughter's bedtime by chasing her. Kelly joined in, and we ran Lynn around the house, burning off her energy. The rooms filled with laughter, such a wonderful sound. 

I watched as my buxom babysitter / lover chased my little girl past me. Kelly paused to look at me, watching her big chest heave under her polo shirt with her heavy breathing. She followed my eyes, glancing down at the full, rounded curves of her breasts. She knew well her effect on me, and shook her tits in my direction before continuing her pursuit with a smile. 

Lynn wound down quickly, and we corralled her into her room, getting her ready for bed together, and tucking her in. The strategy worked. She closed her eyes almost immediately. 

***

It was our time now. 

"Why don't you go have a shower, honey?" Kelly smiled, stepping in for another kiss. "I'll get the bed ready...and be waiting for you." 

"Sounds great," I answered, still holding her close. Her beautiful brown eyes sparkled, and I kissed her again. 

The shower felt wonderful, easing the knots that travelling inevitably caused in my back and shoulders. I didn't rush through it, but didn't linger, either. There was only one place to be, and it was in the next room, with Kelly. 

The bedroom was dark, save the gentle glow from one small bedside lamp. Kelly was laying on her side, head perched on her hand, with the sheet loosely wrapped around her. She smiled, and beckoned me in. 

"Come hither," she whispered. 

"Don't mind if I do," I smiled, and slipped in beside her. 

There was something very different about Kelly tonight. She was calm, quiet, relaxed... at peace. It suited her. With her dark, sultry looks, she just oozed sensuality. She didn't need to rush things, or demand attention. 

We laid side by side, staring at each other from our respective pillows. She licked her plump, delectable lips, and fluttered her eyelashes. 

"You are just so beautiful," I sighed. "I can't believe how lucky I am."

"We're both very lucky," she whispered, moving a few inches closer on her pillow. 

"You could have anyone you wanted," I replied, sliding closer myself. We were only inches apart, now. 

"I have the one I want," she hissed. 

"Me too," I breathed, as we met in the middle. Her soft lips felt heavenly on mine. There was no frenzy. Her gentle embrace remained. 

Her left arm wrapped over my shoulder, pulling me closer, and her left leg hooked over my hip. We pressed tightly against each other, with my hand resting on her hip. We kissed softly, content to caress each other and enjoy the intimacy we missed throughout the week. 

I was having a hard time with my emotions. I wanted to tell her how I was feeling, but despite our declared exclusivity, I was afraid I'd scare her. We had known each other years ago, but not the way we knew each other now. 'Now' was happening very fast, and I worried that what I was feeling might be more than she wanted. 

I don't know how long we cuddled like this. Personally, I'd be happy to stay here in her arms until Sunday afternoon. 

"Oh god," she breathed, tossing her head back. "I need to feel your lips on my body. Kiss me all over, darling...claim every inch of me. Set me on fire, until I beg you to fill me with your big, hard cock, and make love to me for hours."

Ooooooo. That sounds like a wonderful idea. Your wish, my love, is my command. 

I let my kisses wander, around her face, and across the edge of her feminine jawline, spending a few seconds tasting the area under her ear, on each side. Her throat was offered up with a moan of delight, and I took advantage, nibbling the soft skin gently. Her hands caressed and toyed with my hair, holding my head in place when I hit a particularly pleasurable area. The sides of he neck, her collarbones, and the tops of her shoulders all received more attention. 

I lifted her arm as I rolled her onto her back, letting me access the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm. Her scent wafted out, and I inhaled deeply. 

No, I'm not some weirdo who gets off on stinky sweat. Kelly was clean and fresh, but she had a very attractive natural scent, which I found very sexy. I kissed her there softly, and continued on down her side. Her ribs were ticklish, but I kissed very lightly, and she suppressed her giggles. When I reached the outer and lower curves of her round breasts, the giggles became moans of desire, then groans of frustration, as I bypassed her nipples, which were threats to put an eye out. 

"No! Please...don't tease me!" she hissed. 

"Patience, my sweet," I replied softly, working my way back up through her valley of cleavage. I reversed back down the same way, reaching her flat belly. She was quivering, with a vibration in her gasping breaths that showed her excitement. 

Trailing angel kisses across her tummy, I paused at each hip. She rocked from side to side, and tried desperately to spread her legs, but I held them together. With her thighs clamped tightly, I could kiss her smooth mons, and the junction of her firm thighs, without touching her pussy. She groaned loudly, but I ignored her anxious, demanding sounds, continuing down her legs. 

When I reached her feet, I took my time. No, I don't have a foot fetish either, but she was obviously very sensitive here, squirming an moaning at my touch. Erogenous zones are where you find them, and I had found another new one on Kelly's luscious body. Add feet to the list that already included...well, pretty much everything. 

I rolled her prone, to gain better access to the soles of her feet, but kept my legs on either side of hers as I bent them up at the knees. She was writhing and gasping as I rubbed and kissed her feet softly. 

"Oh fuck, Todd...you're killing me!" she groaned. "Please, put me out of my misery!" 

I moved up her calves, and got another big reaction from the area behind her knees, and the backs of her thighs...and the delicious lower curves of her butt cheeks. 

I felt contact on my rock hard cock, and glanced down. With my legs outboard of hers, I was dangling over her calves, and she managed to trap my hard dick between them. 

"Gotcha!" she giggled, trying to give me a calf job, jerking me off with her lower legs. I had to admit, it felt good, as this teasing tour of her body had been exciting me as much as her. 

I changed from kissing her, to licking the areas I touched, beginning with her ass. I suppose it surprised her, because she gasped, arched her back, and lost her grip on my cock. I spread her cheeks, and licked her again. 

"Oh fuck!" she hissed, trying to look over her shoulder at me. "That's cruel!"

I agreed, leaning forward to attack the nape of her neck. She moaned and held her hair aside, undulating her hips. My cock slipped into the sexpot gap at the top of her thighs, and she captured it quickly, rubbing her drenched pussy along the side of my shaft. I feasted on her neck, nibbling, kissing and licking, with the occasional dip into her ears, while she gasped and groaned softly. 

"Todd, please...I can't take any more...just fuck me!" she purred. "Take that big cock, and jam it in my cunt! Let me cum, before I lose my mind!" 

Okay Sweetheart, I thought, reaching down to guide my tool into her moist opening. She cocked her hips, lifting her butt to give me better access, and moaned as it slipped into her. With my legs still holding hers shut, I pressed against the firm pillows of her bottom. 

"Oh shit, that's it...now fuck me!" she screeched. "You're gonna make me cum so hard!" 

I gave her a few firm, grinding strokes. After nearly an hour of intense foreplay, that was all it took. 

"Gnahhhhhhhhhnnnnnn!" she screamed, her body bucking under mine for several seconds, before she finally dropped, breathing heavily. "Oh shit, that's better. I needed that," she gasped. "Off me, please?" 

I lifted clear, dragging my froth covered dick across her ass, and she quickly scooted out from under me. I expected her to head for the bathroom, but she surprised me, spinning around and pushing me onto my back. She pounced, dropping her mouth over my cock eagerly. 

"Damn, I am delicious, aren't I?" she smiled, licking my shaft and then her lips. "It's your turn to get the edge taken off, then I want to make love all night." 

Having said her piece, she wasted no time in gobbling my dick down again. Her head bobbed in a smooth rhythm, while her hands fondled my balls and stroked the portion that didn't fit in her mouth. 

I laid back, and let her do her thing, revelling in the delicious sensations she was giving me. She knew what she wanted, and her strategy was sound. By blowing me now, she was satisfying my urgent need, and that would let us go all night, or as long as I could stay awake, whichever came first, no pun intended. 

Speaking of cumming, I was nearing that point rapidly. Kelly was very good with her mouth, and I was feeling all of those skills right now. The familiar tingling began. 

"Shit, baby...you suck me so good...I'm gonna cum!" I growled. 

"Mmmmm," she moaned, " 'oo i',...' um i' m' mouf'!" 

Hmmm... I think that was 'do it...cum in my mouth', or words to that effect. By the time I figured it out, it was already happening. 

Kelly moaned, pumping her hand on my cock, and swallowing loudly, as I spurted repeatedly down her throat. It was earthshattering. She kept vacuuming my shaft, long after I had finished squirting, cleaning up the stray semen that had escaped her initial attention. 

With me now clean as a whistle, and still hard, she climbed on top of me, easing her pussy over my dick. Once it was fully sheathed, she leaned forward, resting her magnificent breasts on my chest. She smiled, and pressed her lips to mine. 

"There. Now that we've both had our fun, it's time to really enjoy ourselves," she breathed, undulating her hips softly. Her warm, wet folds held my cock in a loving embrace, and her lips found mine yet again. 

It must be something built in, to women as a whole, that tells them how to make love. Emotional instinct, I suppose. We men are born with the ability to fuck...plain, simple, aggressive, furious fucking...meant to get ourselves off quickly, and disseminate our seed with as many partners as possible. Survival instinct. Yet men often fell in love before their female companions did. I'm glad I didn't need to understand it to enjoy it. 

Kelly was still kissing me softly, while her hips rose and fell slowly. It was a remarkable sensation. 

I rolled us over...without breaking the connection between our lips...and Kelly moaned softly as I drove the full length of my rod back into her. I pressed hard against her clit, and she groaned approvingly, caressing my butt gently. 

I began a slow rhythm of smooth, deep strokes into Kelly's dripping cunt. Her hands wandered all over my back and shoulders, while we continued our embrace. I pulled back to watch her enjoy my attention. 

"Oh yes, darling, that's exactly what I wanted tonight," she breathed, a quiver in her voice. "Make love to me, soft and gentle. Let me feel what you're feeling inside." 

She was giving me a chance to tell her how I felt about her, without actually saying the words. She sure didn't act like a nineteen year old. 

Kelly's eyes opened wider, as did her mouth, and she gasped softly. 

"Oh yes, right there...that's the spot...right there...oh please don't stop, it's so good," she moaned, and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my lips down for another kiss. We barely separated, and she groaned, "fucking cumming... cumming, oh yes...cumming, so good. Oh my god, so good."

We rolled on our sides, and continued the same pace. Gentle was working just fine for me, and Kelly seemed to be quite happy as well, so I just kept sliding smoothly in and out of her juicy snatch. In this position, I could reach her breasts easier, and with those beautiful globes stacked atop each other, I couldn't resist nibbling on her nipples. Nibbling quickly gave way to full suckling, and she moaned appreciatively. 

Pressed together like this, even gentle fucking was sweaty fucking, and we both had a glow going. The salty taste seasoned her delicious breasts perfectly. Kelly was the one who commented on it. 

"Mmmmm," she smiled, inhaling deeply, "it smells so good in here. It stinks of lust, and sex...just the way a bedroom should smell. I love it, and I love your cock in my pussy, and your lips on my body." 

Every time she used 'I love' in a sentence, my ears perked up. I was waiting for the big one, so I could reciprocate. I know it seems pretty juvenile, but I wanted her to say it first, that she loved me, not because I was afraid, but because I didn't want to pressure her. Okay, maybe I was a little afraid, but I'd already made my decision regarding her place in my life...and my bed. Forever sounded just fine to me. 

The quiver was back in her breathing, so I knew another orgasm was approaching, and sucked her nipples harder to hasten its arrival. Ah, here it cums now... 

"Ooooo, oh fuck...oh yeah, baby...gonna cum...ahnn...gonna... AHHHHHN!"

I really liked the way she came. Gasping...clawing...desperate... overwhelmed. It was very gratifying that I could give her such pleasure. Let's give her some more, shall we? 

I pulled out, and she moaned in disappointment...until I turned her around. The moans became giggles of joy, as she wiggled her rump into my crotch, reaching under to impale herself again. 

"That's better," she smiled, a sex growl in her voice. "My little kitty was getting lonely."

"How did you make it through the week?" I laughed. 

"Lots of fingers," she breathed contentedly, absorbing my deep thrusts. 

"Fingers? What happened to your 'trusty vibrator'," I asked, kissing the nape of her neck. 

"Killed it," she giggled, "but not the way you think. I didn't wear it out...I dropped it. Pussy juice is really slippery. Anyway, it's just a dildo now. I'll miss 'Mr. Buzzbomb'". I could feel her fingertips circling her clit as I fuck her, and knew she'd pop again soon. Maybe I could add some mental stimulation. 

"Then we need to go shopping for Mr. Buzzbomb's replacement tomorrow. I'll call Mrs. Nussbaum next door, and see if she can look after Lynn for an hour, so we can go get your pussy some company. Can't have her getting lonely, can we?"

"She really likes the company she has right now," Kelly moaned, "but she'd like to go shopping, to find a stand in just like your big, hard cock, for while you're away."

"Sure. Maybe we should get several, just in case you get butter fingers again. Maybe you can show me how you use them, too?" 

That did it. She gasped, and moaned loudly, slamming back against my cock. Apparently, the thought of me watching her was exciting. I'll make a note : Kelly is an exhibitionist. 

"Oh fuck...OH FUCK! OH SHIT, FUCK ME...FUCK ME HARD! NOW!" 

I shifted gears, grabbing her hips and pounding her, which wasn't easy laying on our sides. Rolling her forward, I mounted her, and thrashed her from above. The lazy dog was getting drilled furiously, yelping encouragement and glee. She turned her head. Knowing there was no going back once I'd started down this road, she smiled. 

"Cum...in...my...pussy," she said between strokes. 

It only took another minute or two to fill that order, and I filled her cunt to overflowing with hot jizz. I laid flat, resting on her as gently as possible. 

"Mmmmm, that was nice," she moaned. "I love it when you spray inside me. It's so warm, and makes my pussy twitch." 

"You're welcome," I breathed, kissing her cheek. 

"You'd better get off, before I leak, and we have to change the sheets again, she giggled. "Besides, I have to pee."

Right. Off. Simple task, if I hadn't just cum. I rolled, managing not to fall on the floor. Kelly was far more coordinated, scooting quickly into the bathroom, hand cupped over her drooling, semen-filled gash. 

She was back in a few minutes, but by then, I was barely conscious. The day finally caught up with me...the workday, travel, sex, and release of stress... and I was done. She kissed me softly, and tucked me in beside her. I fell asleep with my head resting on her right breast. 

***

When I woke up, I was alone, and the sun was bright outside. I could hear Lynn watching TV, and smelled bacon cooking. Kelly was being domestic, and I wanted her to keep doing it. 

It took me about five minutes to do my morning routine, and despite my best efforts, still had severe bedhead when I dressed and went to find Kelly. I looked like a drunken cockatoo. Apparently, she thought so too. 

"Good morning Fred," she laughed, splaying her fingers over her head. She was referring to the bird on the old TV show 'Baretta', a white cockatoo named Fred. 

"Morning, baby," I replied, pressing down on my 'crest'. It would take a shower to eradicate the wild curls. Kelly looked radiant, happy, and energized. Somehow, it just wasn't fair. 

"Last night," she smiled, stepping into my arms, and kissing me softly, "was wonderful."

"Sorry I ran out of gas on you," I apologized, shaking my head. "You wanted it all night, and I..."

"Honey, you never need to apologize to me," she said, pressing her fingertip to my lips. "Besides, you damn near killed me. I came, like eight times, I think. I'll need the rest during the week." 

"So, you don't want any more, or to go vibrator shopping?" I teased. 

"Well, I didn't say that," she giggled. "When are we going?" 

"Let me find out," I replied, picking up the phone, and dialling next door. A voice answered. "Hi, Mrs. Nussbaum...it's Todd, next door...yes, home for the weekend, but I head back tomorrow afternoon. Can I ask a favour? I need about to go out for a couple of hours this afternoon, and I need Kelly's help with me, so could you?... Yes? That's wonderful, thank you. I'll call you then. Thank you." I hung up. "Anytime you want. She'll do anything to get me married again...such a busybody."




Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 02



Oh SHIT! What I just said. 

"Married, huh?" Kelly smiled, looking at me with one eyebrow raised. 

"Um, I, uh...I think that came out wrong," I stammered. "It's just that since Amy died, she's been trying to set me up with her daughter, and everyone else she knows." Kelly grinned, and walked back for another kiss. 

"Don't fret, my sweet," she breathed. "Remember, I said I wasn't averse to the idea, but...let's not send out the invitations just yet, okay?" 

Lynn wandered in, breaking the tension. 

"B'ekfas?" she smiled, looking from Kelly to me and back again. 

"Yes, little one," Kelly smiled, picking up my daughter. "Daddy is up so we're going to have breakfast! Pancakes!" 

"Yay!" Lynn giggled, clapping her hands. I watched them together. Their was a connection, that was getting stronger every day. I was sure that would be to my advantage, eventually. 

***

Breakfast finished, I hit the shower. I was almost finished when Kelly appeared, stepping in with me. I watched the warm water cascade over her incredibly beautiful body...plastering her long, dark hair across the full curves of her breasts, then flowing down in rivulets over her flat belly and sexy ass. My cock twitched. 

She smiled, feeling my eyes on her, and grabbed the soap. I expected her to use it on herself, but she reached out and lathered up my burgeoning erection. 

"I, uh...I already cleaned that," I laughed. She was using both hands now, a full froth of soapy suds obscuring them as she stroked me firmly. 

"Just taking care of my man," she giggled. "I can stop if you'd like?" 

"No!" I blurted. Oh god, no...don't stop! It feels so good! 

"I figured as much," she said softly, jerking harder. Her arms slapped against the sides of her big tits, making the full globes jiggle and sway hypnotically. The view was definitely adding to the excitement I was feeling. 

"Oh shit, Kelly," I moaned, leaning against the shower wall. "If you have any other activities in mind, you'd better stop, or I'll be unable to participate."

"Relax, baby. We'll fuck later. This is for you," she smiled, leaning down. She pointed my soapy cock at her chest. "Cum on my big jugs. Better yet, cum between them!" She wrapped her melons around my shaft, sandwiching it, and looked up at me. "Fuck my tits, baby." 

Oh my god. The last girl who either let me, or was equipped, for tit fucking, was back before Amy. I had really missed it. Kelly was eminently qualified to make it very memorable, and hopefully, frequent. 

I put my hands on hers, holding her heavenly soft breasts snug around my dick, and began to thrust. The soap made her boobs so slippery, my hard meat glided through the tunnel of cleavage easily. The tip peeked out at the top with every stroke. 

"Oh fuck, honey, that's absolutely unbelievable," I grunted, stroking faster. "I'm gonna cum, baby!" 

"Yeah! Do it!" she groaned, watching my cock pound into her pillows furiously. "Spray that hot juice all over my big tits! I love the feel of your cum on my skin!" 

"Oh goddddddddddddd!" I yelled, unleashing my load. Cum fountained up from her cleavage, painting her neck, then running down across the tops of her breasts. I squirted several times, coating her chest with sticky semen, until I was spent, and leaned back against the tile. 

Kelly ran her fingers through the goo, grinning lustily. 

"Mmmmm, that's my baby. So warm, and gooey," she smiled. She stood, grabbed the hand shower, and rinsed my cock off, before turning it on herself. I watched the white streaks move down her body with the water, and go down the drain. She was all business now. "Okay, you get dressed, and drop Lynn off next door, while I finish in here. I'll meet you out front." 

"Will do," I replied, moving unsteadily toward the towel rack. I watched her wash herself while I dried off. My cock tried to notice, but she had tired him out for now. 

A mere ten minutes later, I was outside, sitting in the car, when the front door swung open, and Kelly bounded out. Wearing a white t-shirt and her curve-hugging yoga pants...and little else, judging from the jiggle and obviously erect nipples...she was pulling on the jacket that matched the pants as she approached the passenger side. She plunked down in her seat with a smile. 

"Tally ho!" she giggled. "I've never been to a sex shop before. This should be fun!" 

"How did you get your old vibrator?" I asked. 

"Hand me down sex toy from a girlfriend," she laughed. "She got a new one."

I started the car, and off we went. It wasn't a long drive, but in the corner of my eye, I kept watching her boobs as they shimmied with each bump in the road. She had undressed for the occasion. 

We parked, and walked into the store, hand in hand. I was looking forward to this myself. 

Just inside the door, we were approached by an attractive woman in her forties. She was tall, and blonde, and built nearly as well as Kelly. Her blue eyes flitted across both of us as she smiled and greeted us. 

"Welcome," she nodded. "Looking for something in particular? Something for both of you?" Kelly piped up happily. 

"Well," she smiled, "I have all I need when he's home, but he's working out of town for long stretches, so I was looking for something to keep me satisfied while he's away." Much more information than I would have supplied. I smiled when the blonde looked my way. 

"Vibrator or dildo?" 

"Maybe both," Kelly grinned. "He's a tough act to follow." 

Oh, stroke my ego a little more, please. 

"Well you can't go wrong with a rabbit," the store owner said, leading the way. "Have you used one before?" 

"No, but I've heard about them," Kelly replied. 

"My name's Monique, by the way," she smiled, retrieving a pink model from the shelf. She turned it on. "Put this little bugger against your clit, and you'll be in heaven in no time." The flexible appendage was a blur. "This one's my personal favourite."  

"Mmmmm. I'll take it, but I'd like the bigger one," Kelly nodded, grabbing a blue version a fair bit thicker than the pink one Monique was holding. 

"Okay," Monique smiled, pulling the box down. "Dildos?" Kelly nodded. "Follow me." 

I trailed behind them, watching both well shaped asses wiggle down the aisle. We turned the corner. 

Holy shit! I thought. On the right side, mounted on the shelf edge, were at least fifteen male stand-ins, rubber cocks of various lengths and thicknesses. They stood straight out. Kelly giggled. 

"Oh my! So many to choose from," she gasped. She turned into Goldilocks before my eyes. "This one is too small...and this one is too big...but this one is just right!" She wrapped both hands around a thick version. I saw something similar in the shower just about an hour ago. "Just like yours!" 

"Lucky girl!" Monique purred, giving me the once over again. If not for Kelly, I would have let the cougar devour me. 

We wandered around the store awhile longer, looking at all kinds of sex aids. Monique pulled an object off the shelf, and tossed it to me. 

"For you," she smiled, letting her eyes drop to my crotch. "You need company, too. My boyfriend says it beats his hand, any day." 

It was egg shaped, gelatinous, and had a textured hole through the long axis. A pocket pussy! 

On the way to the checkout counter, I saw something that caught my eye. 

"Monique, what's this?" I asked, holding up the box. 

"Oh...that's brand new, and it's wonderful. You know how we all have smartphones now, and there's an app for everything? Well now there's one for pleasure, too!" 

It took a few minutes to explain, but when she was done, I put the box on the counter, next to the rabbit, the dildo, and my travel pussy. Wrap 'em up! 

***

I drove home briskly, much to Kelly's amusement. 

"Take it easy, honey," she giggled, "my pussy isn't going anywhere."

She was right, of course. When we got home, I found it right where I left it... between her legs. We fucked each other furiously, obviously worked up by shopping for things we didn't need to use right now. It was our first time alone in the house, and it showed, as we left a trail of clothing throughout the house. When we were done, I followed the trail, putting things back on, and then went next door to retrieve Lynn. By the time I returned, Kelly was dressed. 

The rest of the afternoon was domestic bliss. I had my little girl and my lover by my side, and we were playing 'family', hanging out in the backyard, by the pool. I really liked watching the two of them together, and not just because they liked to play in the pool, naked. At the same time as it made me slightly sad...because it reminded me of Amy...it made me happy and hopeful. Kelly was the only woman for me. I knew that now. It was time I got up the courage to tell her. 

"Kelly?" I started, watching them splash together. She turned to face me, one eyebrow raised. "I Love You." 

There. It's out now. I had either just made the biggest blunder in my life, totally fucking myself, or... 

"I was wondering when you were going to say that," she smiled brightly. "I could feel it. I Love you, too, and as soon as 'someone' goes to bed, I'm going to show you how much!" 

***

I sat in the airport, depressed. 

Five more weeks of this. Argh! We had just confessed our feelings, and had arguably the most intense night of my life, making love for hours between short bouts of sleep. Now, it was back to Toledo. 

Well, at least I had my new toy. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and typed one word. Ready? 

Her reply was equally to the point. Shoot. 

I opened the app. I had installed the same one on Kelly's phone. My phone would relay to hers, then via Bluetooth to the device stuffed up her pussy, and against her clit. 

The app screen had a sort of stylized diagram of a woman's vagina, and when I touched the screen, a glow appeared. Kelly's response was nearly instantaneous. 

Ooooo. That's nice. I might like this. 

I diddled the 'clit' on screen. 

Oh shit. Fuckk fells good. It must be getting her, because her spelling just took a hit. I pressed the centre of the screen. I knew from playing with the vibe what that did : the part of the vibrator that filled her pussy was wiggling like a worm. There was no response. I waited a minute. 

Honey? You okay? I typed. It took a few seconds, but she replied. Sort of.

F OMg dont stp cmmg more pls. 

Hmmm, let's see...don't stop...cumming...more it shall be. I tapped the screen rapidly, mostly on that centre spot, but occasionally on the clit. I imagined Kelly, legs squeezed tight together, squirming in orgasmic glee as the electronic stimulation wracked her body. It was minutes before my phone pinged. 

Stopplease too much

I had to board now, anyway, so I let her rest. I was in my seat when she recovered the power of text. 

Whew! I'm not sure I can trust you with that much power. Some kind of orgasm, that was. I Love you. 

I Love you too, honey I typed. They're closing the door soon, so I'd better go. 

Just a little more? she replied. Ah, she likes it. 

I held the phone so no one could see, or so I hoped, and gave her another flurry of taps. She was a glutton for punishment. 

Thank you. Will talk tonight. Need a nap now. she wrote. 

I smiled. 

Just a few weeks ago, I was alone 

Now, I had a beautiful woman, whom I loved, and who felt the same about me. She adored my daughter, and was being accepted by her. She was a holy terror in the bedroom, all I could want. 

Were things moving fast? Very. Then again, if Amy's death had taught me anything, it's that big changes happen that way. Suddenly. Out of nowhere. 

Five more weeks to go... 

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Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 03



Here's another chapter for Todd and his, busty, sexy, horny babysitter Kelly. 

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Five weeks can pass with surprising speed, especially when you're having fun. I know...you wouldn't expect me to be having fun...forced away from my new girlfriend and my little girl, by a job that I found tolerable at the best of times. Doing it in Toledo certainly didn't improve my opinion of it in the least. 

Technically, I wasn't having much fun during the week. Tony was an okay guy, but I wouldn't have chosen him as a friend. Denise, the receptionist, was much more interesting. I still wasn't sure if her professed preference for women was true, or just a ruse to dissuade Tony from hitting on her. Truthfully, if my heart hadn't been kidnapped by my buxom little babysitter, I might have made a move on her myself. I wouldn't mind seeing Kelly camped out between her long, slim legs, but that was probably just hormones talking. 

Adrienne was another matter. As subtle as Kelly had been with her initial flirting, Adrienne was the complete opposite, stopping just short of bluntly saying 'come fuck me, boss'. Her huge, pillowy breasts were on display daily. She had a way of coming into my office with papers for me to sign, then bending to put them in front of me. She wouldn't straighten up, instead remaining in position, that crease of cleavage clearly visible in my peripheral vision. Then she'd shake her booty on the way out. Her luscious, voluptuous body was quite obviously mine for the taking, and she desperately wanted me to take it. Maybe she was just horny, missing the attention of her real boss. I hoped I could resist, just a while longer. 

But, I said I was having fun, didn't I? It's true. I was. Every weekend, I went home, and my girls were there to greet me. Kelly would play her part in our little domestic scene, convincingly portraying the role of Lynn's mother figure, and feeding me more than adequately. Once Lynn went to bed, however, the other Kelly came out. 

The 'other Kelly'...she was an absolute hellion...an insatiable force of passion and lust, that fucked me into oblivion for two days, each and every weekend. 

The weekends were just long enough for me to reconnect with my daughter. Any longer, and Kelly would have worn me to a frazzle. Sunday afternoon, I went back to Toledo to rest for five days, and the next weekend, we'd repeat the process. I had one more week to go. 

***

Along the way...and by that, I mean while resting between protracted sex sessions...we made a few decisions. 

The first one came very easily. It didn't really require us to do anything at all. Kelly was already living here, so the only thing required to make a permanent situation was, well, nothing. To the outside world, which was all those who didn't need to know our true relationship...in other words, everyone...she was my live-in child care provider. 

I had a spare room, which would officially become hers, despite the fact that she'd never sleep there. 

The second decision did require a little more discussion, and as often happened with us, that discussion took place in bed. We were laying there, hot and sweaty from having sex for the last hour. Kelly was resting her head on my chest. 

"Todd?" she said softly. 

"Mmmmm hmmm?" I moaned, stroking her dark hair gently. 

"Do you ever think about the future?" she asked. "Our future...together, I mean?" She lifted her head, and focused those big brown eyes on me. 

All the time, future Mrs. Stewart, I thought. Probably shouldn't say that, though. 

"A bit," I fudged. 

"When you do, what do you see?" she whispered, not satisfied with my generalization. "Are we together? Are we married? Do we have kids? More than just Lynn?" 

Oh boy...how do I answer that? Truthfully? Yes, yes, yes, and yes. I'd love nothing more than to have you as my wife, and mother to my children. To have you, in my arms, and my bed...every day and night for eternity. Too much? Too soon? Definitely. 

"I don't know, Kelly. I suppose, maybe, parts of that. How does that make you feel?" I asked her. 

"Honestly?" she arched her eyebrows, then smiled. "All warm and fuzzy inside. It's all any woman could want, isn't it?" She closed her eyes, and sighed. "It also scares the hell out of me, not because of the kids, or the marriage...and certainly not because of you. What scares me...is me. I don't want to let you down. What if I'm a lousy wife, or a bad mother? I wouldn't expect you to stick around if I don't give you what you need."

Wow. How could she think that? She'd already proven that she was an excellent mother / babysitter, and a great homemaker, even if on a short term basis. As lovers go, on a scale of 1 to 10, I'd put her at about a 63.4, give or take a few points. 

So, in the interest of easing her mind, we decided we were just going to let things progress naturally between us, despite the fact that everything had happened unnaturally fast so far. No schedules, or expectations...just enjoy each other, and let's the chips...and the love...fall where they may. 

***

I was enjoying my new app. It was fun, to just pick up my phone, touch the screen, and know that hundreds of miles away, she was feeling it, and knowing that I was thinking of her that very minute. I admit that sometimes, when I was bored, I went a little 'app happy' and would often toy with it while talking on the phone, the way some people doodle on scrap paper. 

Except, of course, that doodling rarely causes orgasms.

One day, her text, begged me to stop ; I'd been playing with it for an hour straight while on a conference call with head office, without even realizing it. Apparently, you really can get too much of a good thing, and ten orgasms was at least one too many. 

"Seriously, honey," she said that night when we talked, "I know you didn't plan to do it, but...wow! My poor little pussy just can't keep up with your finger on that screen," she giggled, rolling her eyes. "I can't even remember what I was doing when it started buzzing, but I sure couldn't keep doing it. Talk about a distraction!" 

"I'm sorry, baby. You know, you could turn it off, or take it off," I laughed. 

"Bite your tongue!" she gasped, then pouted like a petulant child. "I don't want to do that...I like it too much. I like the way it connects us...the way you have power over me. I like feeling that tingle, and knowing that I'm on your mind at that very second." 

"You're always on my mind," I smiled. That was certainly true. As much as the vibrator had become a source of distraction for her, she was even more so for me. Every time I was reminded that I wasn't at home here...several times a day...I would see Kelly holding Lynn in her arms, as they waved goodbye to me each Sunday afternoon. Kelly's long, luxuriant, hair...pulled back, or better yet left loose to tumble over her shoulders in sexy waves of shine. Her smile, and luscious lips...so succulent, and kissable. Her big brown eyes, so bright and sparkling with life, even when she was wearing her glasses, which I found so sexy as well. I always saved the best for last, envisioning her large, deliciously soft breasts, and perky nipples, poking at her snug t-shirt. See? She distracted me so much, I forgot where I was in the story. 

"So I gather," Kelly moaned, squeezing her arms together, making her boobs swell up in her t-shirt. "I never thought I'd ever say this, especially to a man I'm in love with, but...could you think about me a little less, or at least not for an hour straight?" 

"I promise to be more aware of my random fingerings," I replied, holding my hand up as if taking an oath. 

"Right, no random fingering, especially your assistant," she laughed. "Adrienne, was it, with the giant tits? Is she still hunting you?" 

Yes, of course I told her about Adrienne. You didn't think I'd hide that, did you? 

"I don't know if I'd call it hunting," I answered, "but there's plenty of bait available for viewing. Today, she was squeezed into this little blue dress, and she was spilling out all over the place. I think she's getting desperate, and she's going all out."

Indeed, today, she didn't even walk around my desk to get me to sign the papers. She just stood in front, leaned over, and opened the folder for my signature. No peripheral vision required...she just hung those huge jugs right in my face. It took a lot of willpower not to stare. 

"Speaking of all out?" Kelly smiled. I hadn't noticed her disappear from the screen for a few seconds, but now she was back, and topless, holding one big, soft breast in each hand, and toying with her nipples. "You have my permission to fire up the app, and take me to heaven! I'll return the favour, as soon as you're back." 

"Okiedokie," I said, scooping up the device. "Now you're gonna get it!" My finger tapped a few times. 

"Promises, pro-ooooooahhhhh-mises!" she gasped. 

***

The final week in Toledo went surprisingly easy. No hitches...not even Adrienne, who I suppose finally realized that I wasn't going to take her up on the offer. 

The staff there threw Tony and I a little party on our last day. Damn! My first impression had been right about this place. You rarely saw them all in one room, but now that they were...this office really was jam packed with hot women. It was a veritable buffet of babes, with all hair colours and skin tones, and a variety of body types to choose from. 

I knew Tony had been working his way through the menu. He had offered to share a few tales, but I had declined. 

Looking back, it was almost as though my feelings for Kelly were being tested. I'm glad to say that I passed. 

***

So, at last, I was home...just as the summer was ending. That was unfortunate. I was really looking forward to extended time with Kelly, but now she was the one who would have more things on her plate. School was starting quite soon. 

That was one subject that had been left out of our discussions. I sensed that it was weighing on her mind a bit, and didn't want to force the issue. 

I was sitting out by the pool one Saturday afternoon, when Kelly came out to join me. She was wearing a tiny black bikini... 'wearing' is a relative term, as she was spilling out of her top quite nicely... and took a seat next to me.

"Honey, can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked softly. 

See? We don't only talk in bed after sex...just mostly. 

"Sure baby," I replied, peeking at her breasts. "What about?" 

"School," she answered, with a sigh. "I don't know what to do. I was looking forward to going, and being with my friends...but now, I'm not sure I feel that way anymore. Things have changed." 

"By 'things', I assume you mean 'us'," I said. 

"Yes, but I don't want that to sound like a complaint," she said, looking concerned. She reached out, and touched my hand. "I love you, and Lynn. You two are my life now, and I wouldn't trade that for anything. I just know I'm not finished learning, and want to continue." 

"So go," I laughed. "I have no problem with it, and I still have my parents to help with Lynn during the day."

"You're sure?" she smiled. 

"Of course, honey. You're allowed to have a life and a relationship at the same time. We're not in the 50's."

"Thank you," she giggled, and hugged me. I couldn't resist grabbing her breasts as she did. "Down boy," she smiled as she stood again. "Save it for later."

There was one more hurdle to cross, and it seemed to me, the longer we waited to jump it, the higher it would get. 

Both our parents knew that Kelly had babysat Lynn during my absence in Toledo, and were fine with it. As far as they were concerned, that was the extent of our relationship, and now that I was back home, things would return to normal. Kelly would go on with her life, move back to her old address, go to school, and that would be that. 

Hmmm. They're probably going to shit kittens when they find out the truth, but the kittens will get bigger if we wait. Better to get it over with now. Kelly agreed. 

"So who do we start with?" I asked her. "Mine or yours?" 

"Let's do mine first," she suggested. "They're farther away, so we can just call them. I think your parents, being in town, will need the face to face touch." 

"Yeah, I was hoping to avoid that, but you're probably right," I replied. "Okay, let's get this over with. Call them."

I was grateful that Kelly's parents were old school, and didn't do the video call thing, because that would have been much harder. She picked up the phone, and punched in the number. 

"Hi Mom!" she began. "How's it going?..." There was a long pause. Mrs. Richardson was the chatty type. Once you opened the floodgates, you'd better be prepared. I rubbed Kelly's shoulders supportively, and she turned into my arms, snuggling close. I could hear her Mother talking, in what might have been viewed as one long sentence, punctuated by the occasional 'uh huh' from Kelly. While I held her, my hands wandered around her back, caressing her softly. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her soft breasts felt wonderful against me. One hand moved down, cupping her butt firmly. She looked up at me, and grinned. 

She pulled the phone away from her ear, and looked at it, locating the 'mute' button, which she held with her thumb. She stretched up on her tiptoes, and kissed me, still listening to her Mother. The kiss was more than a peck, with her tongue searching out mine for a little dance. I bent down, grabbed her ass with both hands, and lifted her up, depositing her bum on the kitchen counter, which made the kiss much easier on both of us. 

Kelly released the mute button, and said a few words, her biggest part of the conversation, so far. Deprived of her lips, I looked elsewhere for entertainment, and grabbed both breasts gently, thumbing her nipples through her shirt. She closed her eyes and sighed. 

Well, if she wasn't going to stop me, I was going to see how far this little game could go. I grasped the bottom edge of her shirt, and began peeling upward, watching her face for reaction. A smile tickled the corners of her mouth, and she raised her arms, allowing me to bare her fully. She knew what I was going to do, and if the height of her nipples was any indication, she was all for it. Her nips were little hat pegs, tightly puckered and almost purple with arousal. 

While she continued the conversation with her Mother, I leaned in, and latched onto her right breast, suckling happily. She caressed my hair, and held my head close to her chest, enjoying it.

On to phase two. 

She was wearing a pair of small, stretchy boy shorts, and when I put my hand on her thigh, her legs spread instinctively, giving me access to her little pussy. I palmed her mound, feeling the heat that radiated from her. A few gentle caresses over her clit elicited a soft moan, silenced by the mute button. She put her hand on my chest. 

I thought she was bringing my play to a halt, but she just pushed me back, so she could closed her legs, and wriggle out of the shorts. It took a minute, as she had only one hand free, and was sitting on the counter still, but she eventually flicked the shorts across the kitchen with one foot. Her legs spread again, she smiled, and pointed to her nipple, suggesting I continue uninterrupted. I went back to suckling her breast, and slipped two fingers into her yummy little pussy. She continued the conversation with her Mother unabated. Finally though, Mom ran out of gossip. 

"Yes, well, actually, I did have a reason for calling you, Mom," Kelly said, her voice surprisingly even despite my best efforts to make her cum. The puddle growing on the counter under her said otherwise. 

"As you know, I've been looking after Todd Stewart's little girl, while he was working out of town" she started. "Well he's back, now, but I'm going to be staying here, with him and Lynn...no, I'm not moving back in with my other roommates... well there are a couple of reasons, Mom. He still needs someone to help him...no that's not the main reason," she paused, and took a breath. I had also paused my attack, to allow her to concentrate. 

"Mom, I've...we've... we've kind of fallen for each other," she told her Mother. "Mom? Are you still there? Mom? Oh, okay...I thought I'd lost you... Yes, Mom, that means we've been sleeping together," she giggled. "Mom, it's not like that...I love him. He's a wonderful man, and a terrific father, and... Yes Mom, he's here...okay, just a second..." She looked at me, and handed me the phone, sliding off the counter. She left her puddle behind. 

"Yes Mrs. Richardson?" I asked. 

"Todd...what are you doing with my little girl?" she questioned. She didn't seem mad, just concerned. 

Kelly had taken advantage of our role reversal to return the favour, and had unzipped my jeans, extricating my cock from inside them. She was currently sucking me gently, and looking up into my eyes. 

I think the question really should be 'what is your little girl doing to me?' I thought. If you could see her now, you'd know she's no little girl anymore. Then you'd have a stroke. 

"Honestly, Mrs. Richardson...none of this was planned. It just took on a life of its own. I hope you know I would never do anything to hurt Kelly. I love her, Ma'am. She's very special to me." Kelly sucked harder. I suppressed a groan. 

"She's very special to us, too, Todd," she replied. There was a pause, then she exhaled and continued. "Look Todd, I suppose I can't really tell you, the two of you, what to do. You're an adult, and, as much as it pains me to say it, she is too. I guess, if we trusted you to look after her when she was younger, we should probably trust you to do the same now. Just be careful. I'm her Mother. She'll always be 'my little girl', to me."

"Yes Ma'am. I understand," I said quietly. 

"Put my daughter back on, please?" she asked. 

Really? Right now? She just got a really good rhythm going, I thought. Her lips feel soooooo goooood on my cock. I tapped her head, and wagged the phone at her. 

"Yes Mom?" she smiled, wiping saliva off her chin and taking the phone. "No we haven't talked to them, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell them anything, just yet. Please, resist the urge to meddle, okay Mom?...yes, I know it will be difficult... I know... I love you too, Mom. Say Hi to Dad, and tell him this gently, okay?... Okay... Bye, Mom."

"There. That was easy. One down, one to go, but first..." she growled, putting the phone down. She grabbed my erection, and walked me into the bedroom, where she literally fucked me unconscious. 

I did call my parents, and invited them for dinner the next night. 

After I woke up, that is. 

***

Dinner with my parents. Sounds simple enough, doesn't it? 

I suppose it should have been, but I've actually met my parents, so I was expecting a few moments of drama. Still, despite the somewhat unconventional nature of our relationship, this was my second time. I had a daughter. My parents wanted me to find someone and be happy. It shouldn't have been a surprise. 

I was in the backyard, playing with Lynn, when they arrived. Early. Kelly answered the door. I heard the commotion inside, and followed Lynn, who was already racing in. 

By the time I got there, everyone was in. Lynn was going ballistic. 

"G'amma! G'ampa!" she giggled happily. My father picked her up, and kissed her forehead. Kelly and my Mother were hugging. There was a lot of chatter. My father nodded to me, and carried Lynn outside. 

"Hi Mom," I smiled. 





Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 03



"Hello, sweetie," she laughed, bussing my cheek. "I'm so glad you're back home." 

"You too," I replied. "So, how was Europe, anyway?" She looked around for my Father, and didn't see him. 

"Truthfully... It was old and boring. Just not my thing, looking at old, mouldy buildings, ruins and rocks. But your father enjoys it, so I bite my tongue." She turned to Kelly and hugged her again. "You! Thank you so much for being there to pinch hit for us. Thanks for looking after my granddaughter, and being there when Todd needed you." 

Oh, Mom...if you only knew how right you are. By the end of the night, you will. I hope you still feel the same way then. 

As my Mother jabbered on walking ahead of us, Kelly glanced at me, a little smirk on her face. She hadn't missed the irony of Mom's words either. 

Kelly went back to the kitchen, and my Mother took a seat beside me on the couch, filling me in on the events of their month in Europe, that had begun just before my assignment to Toledo. Had I not met Kelly at the mall that day, and recognized her, I'm certain I would have had to decline the job in Ohio. Mom and Dad were my daycare centre. I only used sitters for evenings, and wouldn't have trusted my usual one to look after Lynn for so long. Not to mention it would have cost me a fortune. Someone was looking out for me. Maybe Amy was guiding things from above. 

"I'm sorry, Kelly!" Mom suddenly said, jumping to her feet. "I should be helping you! What can I do?" 

"I've got it, Mrs. Stewart," Kelly smiled. "You're the guest tonight." 

"Nonsense!" Mom replied. "I'm going to help. We're not your parents. You're here to help with Lynn, not serve us."

Kelly knew enough not to argue, and gave my Mother something to do. I went outside, where I found my Father playing with Lynn. 

Hey, Dad," I smiled. 

Hey, Todd," he nodded, tossing the ball that Lynn handed him across the lawn. She took off in pursuit, giggling happily. 

"So Mom says Europe was good. You had fun?" I asked him. 

"Yes, but your Mother wasn't that thrilled. She'd rather be shopping," he laughed. Lynn returned with the ball, and he tossed it again. 

We chatted a little, before Mom appeared at the sliding door. 

"Dinner's ready!" she called. 

A few minutes later, after everyone washed their hands, we took our seats at the table. Waiting for us was a very nice meal, with steak, prawns, and garlic pasta. Lynn's meal was a little less robust, and her pasta was free of garlic. We all dug in. 

It was, as I said, very good. There wasn't a lot of conversation, perhaps a tribute to Kelly's cooking. Lynn was sitting between my Mother and Kelly, and they were taking turns feeding her. That's when the first awkward moment arose. 

Lynn was being a little fussy, and Grandma thought she'd put my daughter in her lap. Not without a struggle. 

"No!," Lynn screamed. She reached out. "Kewwie! Want Kewwie!" She squirmed, and my Mother released her. She jumped into Kelly's lap, and snuggled into her breasts, sucking her thumb. 

"Someone's become pretty attached to you," my Mother laughed. 

Oh... What the hell. It has to come out sometime. 

"She's not the only one," I said quietly. Kelly was smiling down at Lynn, and looked up when I said it. A glow broke out on her face. 

"Um...excuse me?" my Mother asked. "Is there something you need to tell us?" 

The kitty was out of the burlap now, but I still didn't know how to say what needed to be said. I took a breath, but Kelly beat me to it. 

"Yes Ma'am," Kelly smiled, and hugged Lynn tighter. "Todd and I are in love, and I am living here now. I love Lynn, too. I know this is kind of sudden, but I can't help the way I feel about Todd, and your granddaughter. I love them both. I think Todd feels the same way." 

If I hadn't been so nervous, it would have been enough to make me laugh. My parents were both looking intently at Kelly as she spoke. When she finished, they looked at each other in silence, and then both heads turned toward me, at the other end of the table. Their faces were a combination of surprise, relief, and joy. 

"Really?" Dad said softly. 

"Yes. She's a wonderful woman, takes great care of Lynn, and I love her," I answered, looking not at him, but at Kelly. She blushed, and a tear trickled down her cheek. "I couldn't ask for more." 

"Well...then there's only one thing left to say," my Father smiled. 

"Congratulations!" Mom shrieked, and jumped to her feet, hugging Kelly and Lynn again. Dad shook my hand, and went to hug the woman who would hopefully soon be his new daughter. Mom came over to hug me. 

"I'm so happy for you honey," she said, as she held me close. "And she's so pretty, too!" 

You should see her naked, I thought. My perfect partner, now public knowledge. Life can be cruel, but if you just hang in there, it can become paradise in an instant. 

***

School started, and it altered our routine a little, but not too much. Most days, I went to work, Kelly dropped Lynn at my parents house, went to class, and picked her up on the way home. By the time I got home, it was as though they never left. 

The most noticeable effect of the change was a good one, in my estimation. Kelly and my Mother were getting very close. They often went out to lunch together, went shopping, and took care of Lynn together. It was just the way I hoped it would be. Kelly was being accepted seamlessly. 

One evening, I was sitting with Lynn on the couch. She was watching Dora, and I was reading a file for work. Kelly was out, with her girlfriends, socializing. I'd met most of her friends, and let me tell you, she had a few that would make you turn your head. I loved Kelly, and had turned down Adrienne, Denise, and several others in Toledo, bur that doesn't mean I didn't find other women attractive. Just that I wouldn't act on it. 

I had just put Lynn to bed, and was walking past the front door, when it opened. It was Kelly, and her friend Chantal, a tall, very pretty black girl. Chantal was hugging Kelly's shoulders, and consoling her. 

"What happened?" I asked Chantal, helping them in. We led Kelly to the couch, and sat down. Kelly buried her face in my chest, sobbing softly. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her body shaking. 

"We were at a bar, on campus, just minding our own business, and this group of guys started to hit on us," Chantal began. I already didn't like the way this was going. 

"We turned them down, but one of them wouldn't stop. He was coming on pretty strong, hitting on me, and Kelly stepped in between us. That's when things got bad. He turned on her, grabbed her, and said 'she'd do'. He tore her blouse, and attacked her. We ganged up on him, and got her away. I think she's okay, just scared."

"Did you call the police?" I asked. 

"No. It'd be a waste of time. They'd never believe us, and the guy would have a dozen friends who'd say he didn't do anything" Chantal sighed. 

"Why? Who the hell is this guy?" I demanded. I was getting angry. Years ago, someone had done something similar with another girlfriend of mine, and I had almost wound up in jail because of it. That guy probably still had a limp. 

"He's untouchable at school, Todd," Kelly sobbed, looking up at me. "Don't worry, I'll be okay. Just let it go, okay?"

"Who?... Is?... He?" I growled. 

"He's the quarterback of the football team. Brad Wilson," Chantal said. I looked at her, and she continued. "O'Malley's. I'll stay with her." 

***

I drove toward the campus. I wasn't really a fighter, but I was a big enough guy to be intimidating to most. Years ago, a friend, who went on to do a little MMA fighting, taught me a few moves, and those were enough to get me by in the few conflicts I had. He was always most concerned with my knees when we sparred, as I had the ability to put them in close proximity to his chin. I was hoping it wouldn't come to that. 

I parked. Part of me hoped he wasn't still inside, and that I would have time to reconsider what might be a rash course of action. That was the logical, adult part. 

The rest of me was furious. Not merely because this asshole had chosen my girlfriend...my love...to assault. That he had done it to any woman raised my ire. That he thought he was immune to repercussions because of his tenuous position as a sports figure made me incensed. It was time to teach him a lesson. 

I walked in, and had a look around. Chantal had given me a rough description of him : six foot two, short blonde hair, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans. 

There. Standing, with a beer in his hand, talking to three other guys. I'd need to do this right. He was an athlete, and had a few pounds on me, but I had a few inches on him. If I could get him to react the way I wanted him to, I would have the advantage. I watched him for a few minutes, sizing him up. 

I approached him from behind. When I got there, I spoke up. 

"Excuse me?" I asked. "Are you Brad Wilson, the quarterback?" 

"That's me," he grinned smugly. "Who should I make it out to?" 

The arrogant prick actually thought I was asking for his autograph? What an ego. 

"That's not why I'm here," I said evenly. "Earlier this evening, you had an incident with several girls. You touched one in an inappropriate way. Do you remember?"

"Are you a cop?" he asked, suddenly concerned. 

"No...just her boyfriend," I answered. The arrogance reappeared on his face. 

"She's a little young for you, isn't she?" he sneered. "Yeah, I remember. She's got nice tits. Big, soft ones. Bet she's pretty fun to fuck, huh?" 

"I'm here to tell you that if you ever touch her again," I said loudly, ignoring his bait, "you'll answer to me, you fucking creep." I turned immediately, as though to walk away. Come on. Do it, I thought. 

He had his drink in his left hand, and I turned away to the right, so if he was going to stop me, he would...Ah, there it is. His right hand, on my left shoulder. I stopped. 

"Just a second asshole!" he threatened. "You can't talk to me like that!" 

I'm gonna do more than just talk. Here goes. 

I spun back to the left, raising my arm in an arc as I did. That swept his hand off my shoulder, and as my left arm continued, trapped it under my arm. My hand hooked up, under his restrained arm, and grabbed the back of his neck, as my right hand came around and stopped at his throat. I had his right arm in an arm bar. He stumbled, and I stepped on his right foot, pressing my knee against his. 

"Are you a good football player, Brad?" I asked. His face registered the surprise and discomfort he felt. He still had his beer in his left hand. I lifted up on my left elbow, torquing his arm. A small lean against his knee made his eyes open wider. 

"Yes sir," he replied desperately. 

"Do you want to continue playing?" I glared at him. 

"Yes sir," he repeated. 

"How well do you think you'd play with a dislocated elbow and a blown MCL?" I suggested. 

"Not very well, Sir," he answered, fighting for balance. 

"So Brad, why am I so angry? Can you think of why, or are you too stupid to figure it out?" I noticed that a crowd was forming around us, but no one was trying to intervene. My comment made him angry, and he struggled briefly. I lifted my elbow again, and the pain reminded him why he was listening. 

"Because I touched your girlfriend," he said quietly. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that. Louder please?" 

"You're angry because I touched your girlfriend," he said, louder this time, but still not enough for everyone to hear. 

"Louder!" I directed, and twisted his arm more. 

"Jesus! STOP! OKAY! I GRABBED YOUR GIRFRIEND'S TITS!" he grimaced. 

"And?" I prompted. I noticed that a few people had their phones out, and were recording the situation. Mostly women. 

"AND I'M SORRY! I SHOULDN'T HAVE DONE THAT! I'M SORRY!" 

"That's better Brad. Now, just to confirm...what are you sorry about?" I asked, just in case the video had missed the start. This was better than I had planned. 

He saw the cameras, and was reluctant to comply. 

"FUCK YOU! LET GO OF MY ARM!" he spat. I twisted, moving my body closer, but turning to the right, increasing the leverage against his arm. "OH FUCK! STOP! OKAY! YOUR GIRLFRIEND SAID NO, BUT I GRABBED HER TITS! I WAS WRONG! I'M SORRY!" 

Almost there, I thought. 

"Tell me Brad...have you done this sort of thing before?" Twist. 

"ARGHHHH! YES! I'VE GRABBED WOMEN BEFORE! I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE STOP!" 

I leaned closer, and spoke softly to him. 

"Brad, repeat after me..." He listened. Reluctantly, he spoke. 

"MY NAME IS BRAD WILSON...AND I HAVE SEXUALLY ASSAULTED WOMEN IN THE PAST...I THINK I CAN GET AWAY WITH IT BECAUSE I'M AN ARROGANT PRICK... I APOLOGIZE TO ALL THE WOMEN I HAVE GROPED...AND PROMISE TO BEHAVE BETTER IN THE FUTURE...NO MEANS NO...I'M SORRY KELLY."

I thought briefly about adding 'I have a little penis', for him to repeat, but decided we had enough. 

"Very good, Brad. I'm going to let you go now. Please don't be an idiot, and take a swing at me, okay?" I gave him one last twist in parting, and released him. He glared at me, but just cradled his numb right arm in pain. 

Several women applauded, and a few guys patted my back on my way out. I walked directly to the car, and sat for a few minutes, letting my nerves settle. Then I started the car, and drove home. 

***

Kelly and Chantal were waiting for me, and opened the door before I got there. Kelly bounded out, and jumped into my arms, burrowing into my chest. I looked at Chantal quizzically. 

She wagged her phone at me. 

"A friend of mine was there. She sent the video, and she's posting it. The whole school will know by tomorrow."

"Good," I nodded. "He won't be able to worm out of this one."

"No he won't," Chantal smiled. She walked out, heading for her car, and turned back. "He's hit on me before, too. On behalf of all the women he's assaulted...thank you." Her eyes sparkled, and she kissed me on the cheek. "Kelly's very lucky." 

I nodded again, and she got in her car. In a minute, she was a distant pair of taillights. The night was cool, and still, as we stood by my car in the driveway. Kelly finally looked up at me. 

"She's right. I am lucky. I love you," she whispered. "Thank you for what you did."

"Are you okay, honey? He didn't hurt you, did he?" I asked. 

"No, just scared the hell out of me," she said softly. "If Chantal hadn't been there, and the other girls, I would have been in trouble. I felt very vulnerable."

"Well, you're safe now," I whispered, rubbing her back. She had changed her clothes. Maybe that helped. 

"I always feel safe with you" she smiled. "Let's go to bed." We untangled, and walked inside. 

That night, I held her close, all night long. We didn't have sex, just cuddled. She needed to know that not all men took what wasn't being offered. I spent a lot of time thinking...worried that I wouldn't always be there to stand up for her. It gave me pause. 

The next morning, I was sitting by the pool, surfing on my tablet. I found what I was looking for. 

"Kelly?" I called. 

"Yes, honey?" she smiled, walking out to talk. She was looking her usual self this morning. Gorgeous. Sexy. Very delicious. 

"What do you think of this?" I asked, handing her the screen. 

I had called up a page on Brazilian Jiu Jitsu for women, and Kelly grinned when she saw it. 

"Really? I'm not very strong," she said softly. 

"Believe me, baby...you could do this. It's especially effective for equalizing mismatches in size and strength, using leverage, and that's just physics, not strength. It targets, elbows, knees, shoulders...all the weak spots, and it's very effective in close quarters. Once you learn to do it, you'll never be vulnerable again," I replied. "And, if that's not dangerous enough, maybe we can find someone to teach you some Silat. You'll be gorgeous, and lethal." 

"Okay, you talked me into it," she giggled, handing the tablet back. "Do I get to wear one of those robe things?" 

"A gi?" I laughed. "Of course!" 

"Ooooo, goodie! Something more I can take off for you!" she smiled, and wiggled her bum at me as she went back inside. 

***

Kelly did look quite cute in her gi. The way the belt cinched in around her waist made her look even more curvy. It occurred to me that I had just enrolled the woman I loved...a woman who already often just threw me down and fucked me ragged...in a class that would give her more tools to do that. Oh well, so I'd die with a smile on my face. 

She took to the classes with gusto, eager to learn. I suppose that having the incident fresh in her memory might have had something to do with that. 

There was a bedroom side benefit, as well. Already pretty flexible, as most young women were, the exercises and stretches made her more so, and toned her body. Added to her normal swimming exercise, it didn't take long to turn her ass so firm you could bounce a quarter off it. Her shoulders took on strong, yet womanly curves. She was perfect for me before, but now even more so. 

Time passed, and Lynn had a birthday. She was now quite chatty, and was making sentences that made sense. She and Kelly spent a lot of time reading stories together, and I loved watching the two of them bonding. She was a great mother figure for my little girl. I hoped that she'd soon be the mother of our children, but that could wait until she was ready. We'd just keep practising. 

Kelly's white belt began accumulating stripes, as she advanced through her training. Her instructor liked her spirit, and was moving her along faster than most, but she was insatiable with her learning, as well as her pleasure. 

One night, she came home from jiu jitsu class bouncing off the walls with excitement. Her grin was infectious. Thankfully, Lynn was already in bed. 

After a hug and kiss of greeting, she sat me down on the couch, and told me to cover my eyes. Okay. I'll play along. 

"Keep them covered," she called, then I heard her enter the living room. "Okay...you can look," she giggled. 

I opened my eyes, to find my beautiful lady in her gi. It was open in front, and I couldn't help noticing there was nothing but smooth skin visible in the gap. Her white belt with four black stripes hung over her left shoulder. While I watched, she reached in and pulled another belt from under the top. This one was blue. She had graduated a belt level! 

"Congratulations!" I smiled, hugging her. "Here, let me put it on you," I said, taking it from her. She giggled again and pulled the top closed. I wrapped it around her in the traditional method, from the front, around both ways and back to the front, then tied it off. She proudly stepped back, and struck a fighting pose, then smiled, and jumped into my lap. 

"Thank you, honey!" she gasped, and crushed her lips to mine. My hands roamed freely around her body, winding her up even more. She moaned, and pulled away. "Oh fuck, I can't wait for bed," she smiled. 

My first thought was that it was a statement...like 'I can't wait until we get to go to bed, so we can have sex'. The look in her eyes told me it was more along the lines of 'I'm not going to wait until we go to bed'... to fuck you silly. She grinned, and climbed off, kneeling before me, her hands levering my fly down. She reached in, and pulled my dick out. Pumping it slowly, she brought it to life, and licked her lips. 

I watched her dip down, and gobble the length of my cock eagerly. Her lips slid slowly, from tip to root. That was another new development. Constant practice had allowed Kelly to become a deep throat queen, and I was the beneficiary of those skills. When it came to sucking my cock, she was a seventh degree black belt. It was the most heavenly feeling I had ever experienced, and one that she was most willing to provide at any time I wanted it. Or, as was the case right now, any time she wanted to drive me insane with desire. She sucked me with long loving strokes, until I was as hard as steel. 




Oh Baby! What a Sitter! Pt. 03



She released me, and stood up, slipping out of her bottoms. I looked at her, smiling at me with a cute grin, as she tugged at the fabric of her top. A tug here and there, then over there, and she dropped the top half of her gi on the floor next to the bottom, and stood before me gloriously naked, save for the blue sash around her waist. Nude martial arts. Now that's an event that would sell tickets. 

She straddled me, rubbing her big, beautiful breasts in my face while she reached behind and grasped my stiff cock, slipping it into her swampy snatch. She lowered herself aboard, in one smooth stroke. 

"Oh yeah, that's the spot," she whispered, pressing her lips against mine again. Our tongues tussled passionately, while she undulated her hips, milking my cock with that wonderfully wet pussy of hers. I held onto her belt tight, and we fucked gently for several long minutes, never once breaking our embrace. Finally, Kelly needed her tongue back. I returned it reluctantly. 

"I love you so much," she smiled, rising and falling slowly on my erection, "and your friend here..." she flexed her pussy around my shaft, "...does things to me that I didn't know were possible." Another kiss found my lips. "Come on, you stud," she giggled, as she lifted off, and bent over the back of the couch beside me, shaking her booty at me. "Fuck me hard!" 

Well, if you insist... 

I knelt behind her, and lined up my cock with her slick, gaping pussy. One thrust later, I was back inside her. Using the blue belt as the reigns, I grabbed hold, and gave it to her as requested, pounding her from behind. The 'slap, slap, slap' of furious fucking filled the room, along with Kelly's squeals of delight. 

I've always had a fondness for doggy style. I know most women enjoy it, because it does so deep, and I like it for that reason as well, but I also enjoy the view, watching my cock, wet with pussy juices, splitting Kelly's labia open. All together, it was about to make me cum. 

I gave her a few last strokes, then shot off inside her, while she shuddered through her own orgasm, biting her knuckle to keep from screaming. Lynn had almost caught us in flagrante delicto several times, and had this way of sneaking up on us, so we had to be quiet when she was asleep. It made sex outside the bedroom an adventure. 

We rested for a few minutes, before Kelly dashed off to the bathroom. When she returned, still with the belt around her waist, she had a huge smile on her face. 

"That was fun," she giggled. "Got more fun left in you?" she asked, picking up her gi, and draping it over her shoulder. She glanced back at me, and winked, wiggling her butt as she headed for the bedroom. "I'll be waiting." 

Sigh. I don't know how I had been so lucky. I had found not one, but two women to love. The first had given me a beautiful little daughter, before being taken, far too soon. The second had stolen my heart, and was everything I could ever ask of any woman : a wonderful partner, a great mother, and a wanton slut on demand. 

I locked the doors, turned out the lights, and followed in her wake. It was going to be a fun night. 

***

My mother was never one to sugarcoat things. When she had something to say, she just said it, and damn the torpedoes. Today was different. She was hedging. 

"Todd, you know Kelly and I have been spending a fair bit of time together, right?" she asked. She was sitting at her breakfast bar, drinking coffee, and had asked me to come over. Just me. That's how I knew this was a serious conversation. If she thought she could tell me to give up Kelly, she was crazy. That just wasn't going to happen. 

"Yes Mom," I replied, ready to defend my love. 

"We've been getting to know each other quite well. I think she's a lovely girl, " Mom said. 

I sensed a 'but' coming on. I voiced it. 

"But...?" 

"No but," she smiled, shaking her head. "I mean it. I like her. Your Father does, too, but he's a man, so his opinion is skewed." 

"Skewed?" I asked. 

"Yes. He's married, but he's not blind, and she's very pretty. Built quite nicely too," she added. "She's not that little girl you babysat anymore, is she?"

"No she's not," I grinned. Talking with my Mother like this was always a bit weird, but at least she wasn't asking really embarrassing questions. 

"As you can guess, Kelly and I have done a lot of talking," she giggled. 

No! Really? My Mother talking? Imagine that! 

"I'll bet you have. Any subject in particular?" I relaxed, now that I knew she was on our side for sure. 

"Mostly about you. She's interested in what you were like as a kid...that sort of thing. She wants to know what makes you tick. I've been telling her all your secrets," Mom winked. 

"Oh great," I laughed. "No fair teaming up on me. I'd ask Dad for help, but he's no good at being sneaky." 

"Relax, honey. It's just girl talk. I've missed having Amy to talk to. I know you have too. Kelly is fitting in just fine," she smiled. 

Oh, don't I know that, I thought. You should have seen her Thursday night! Oh... What she did to me?! I may never walk straight again. 

"I don't suppose you could tell me what...specifically...you two have been 'girl talking' about?" 

I know. Curiosity didn't work out so well for the cat, but my Mother had information I really wanted to know. What was Kelly telling her? 

"I could," she giggled, "but I'm not sure I should. I don't know if you're ready for it yet. Are you sure you want to know?" 

"Yes Mom. Tell me please." 

"Okay," she smiled, shifting in her seat to look at me directly. "It all really boils down to one question : when are you going to make an honest woman out of Kelly?"

What? You've been talking about wedding plans? Mom must have read my reaction. 

"She hasn't exactly said it in so many words, but..." Mom started. 

"I love her, Mom," I interrupted. "I'd marry her in a heartbeat. I just didn't want to go too fast, in case she wasn't ready. Are you saying she's ready?" 

"I get that impression, talking to her, yes. She absolutely adores you, and Lynn too. She wants to be exactly what you want in a woman. That doesn't sound like someone with second thoughts, to me," she smiled. 

"Okay, I'll start looking for a ring," I nodded. "Got any advice for me there?" 

"Not yet," she giggled, "but next time we're shopping at the mall, I'll steer her toward a jewelry store or two, and see what I can find out for you." Mom looked at me, and her eyes sparkled. "I can't tell you how happy I am for you, honey. Kelly really is such a sweetheart, and she's so good with Lynn. She'll make a great daughter."

We hugged, and then Mom got in her final word. 

"Don't forget...I love grandchildren," she winked. 

***

On my drive back home, you couldn't have pried the smile off my face with a crowbar. Kelly was ready? Well, I was certainly ready. I had been dreaming about this possibility since our first time together...admittedly pretty early, but I know what I like, and she had it all in spades. 

I parked the car, and opened the front door, hearing Kelly and Lynn laughing, while they watched TV together. Yes, there was no question, this was a home again, complete in every way, except one : A gold band on her finger. 

"Hey, honey!" Kelly smiled, as Lynn bounded off the couch and ran to me. 

"Daddy!" she giggled, as I picked her up. 

"That's, right, sweetie...Daddy's home!" I nodded. "Can you tell me your name?"

We had been working on her 'L' sounds, and it was getting better. She was really trying. 

"W... Wlynn!" she smiled. Close enough for now. Let's try another one. 

"Who's that?" I asked, pointing to Kelly, who had stood, and was walking over to us. Lynn didn't even hesitate. 

"Mommy!" she chirped happily. Out of the mouths of babes... 

Kelly looked embarrassed. She started to correct Lynn, but I stopped her. 

"Honey...it's okay," I told her, brushing her hair back with my hand. "Mommy works just fine. She loves you, and so do I."

Kelly smiled, and craned up for a kiss. There was plenty of passion in it...until Lynn, whom I was still holding, made us laugh by hugging both our heads. 

We had a lovely dinner that night, and I was hoping for an even lovelier night alone with my darling. 

***

Lynn was in bed, sound asleep. That was a very good thing. 

In our bed, we were definitely not asleep, and that was even better. 

I lifted my head out from in between Kelly's firm, silky smooth thighs, looking up her body. Her chest and flat belly were heaving, as she tried desperately to catch her breath. A glow of sweat coated her skin, adding a shine to the full, round curves of her fantastic breasts. Her nipples stood up like twin radio antennas. 

"Oh god, honey...no!" she gasped, patting my shoulder. "Please! I can't take any more!" 

"Really?" I laughed, "because you did an hour with the app. I've only been licking you for forty minutes."

"Yeah, but your tongue is much better than the vibrator," she breathed. "The vibe just tickles after a while...but you can always make me cum once more."

"Once more...you got it!" I smiled, and plunged my tongue home again. 

"Oh shit!" she moaned, and gave up her token resistance, just laying back to accept her fate...and, with any luck, her sixth orgasm. 

I wanted to make tonight a special one. Now that I knew there was a proposal to be made soon, I felt the love even more intensely, and wanted to show her. I had been camped between her thighs the whole time. Her pussy was attaining swamplike levels of moisture, even though I had licked her clean three times already. 

My tongue did laps around her clit again, and dipped into her vestibule over and over. Every part of her sex was so hyper sensitive after five orgasms that it didn't take long for number six to arrive, and she gushed once more in my mouth. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!" she groaned, arching her back, and writhing in ecstatic agony. As the waves passed, she flopped back down, gasping like a beached trout. "No more...no more...no more..." she breathed, begging for mercy. 

I crawled up to lay beside her, holding her close. She smiled at me lazily, trying to focus on my face. 

"Ooooo, boy," she giggled, closing her eyes. "If that's how you treat someone you love, I'm glad you don't hate me! I suppose you want to fuck, now, don't you?" 

"Hmmm. The thought had crossed my mind," I said softly. "Ready?" 

"No!" she laughed, slapping my hand away from her breast. "How about Tuesday? It's going to take me that long to walk unassisted." 

"Okay. I'll wait," I smiled, wrapping her up in my arms. She sighed, and snuggled against me like a contented kitten. Within five minutes, my kitten was asleep, and purring softly. I fell asleep myself soon after. 

It was a couple of hours later that I was awakened by the feeling of Kelly's hand, stroking my burgeoning erection. When I opened my eyes, I could see hers looking back at me in the dim light. Apparently, she had recovered sufficiently to make use of my now hard dick. 

She rolled me onto my back, and ducked down, swallowing my shaft fully, and bobbing her head for a few minutes, getting my hard meat well slicked with saliva. Once she was happy with her work, she rose up, and lowered her pussy over my cock. 

"Hmmm...is it Tuesday already?" I asked, as she settled, now fully impaled. 

"Ooooo, yes...somewhere in the world, it must be," she sighed, and began a slow ride, rising and falling with excruciating gentleness. If she was returning my attention in kind, I may have underestimated her. I may have been able to wear her out with multiple orgasms, but she could delay mine, and I wouldn't be begging her to stop. Damn. I had been outfoxed. 

"Now that I have you at my mercy," she whispered, continuing to milk my erection with her heavenly vagina, "I wish to discuss something with you. We'll come back to that, though, after I've softened your resolve a little." Leaning forward, she hung her ripe melons in my face, tempting my lips to taste the nipples that stood tall. Somehow, I doubted anything about me could be 'softened', as long as she was in the saddle. Her cunt was rippling along my shaft, teasing me, stoking the fire, but never letting the kettle boil. She was driving me insane. 

"Shit, Kelly...I don't know how much more of this I can take," I hissed through clenched teeth. 

"So, you feel like talking then?" she giggled, giving me a few more stokes with that torturous pussy. 

"Yes! Anything! Just let me cum!" I succumbed desperately. 

"All in good time, my dear...all in good time." She leaned closer, resting her breasts on my chest, and looking deep into my eyes. She stroked my hair, and took a deep breath. "I just have one question for you," she whispered, her eyes sparkling. 

"And what's that, honey?" I asked, having regained a measure of control. I was still on the knife's edge, but less urgent. 

"Will you marry me?" 

I was so caught up in planning to propose to her, it never occurred to me that she might propose to me first. It surprised me. 

I came like a freight train, filling her pussy with hot cum. She took that as a 'yes'. 

She was right. 

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Oh Baby! What a Sitter!



I heard the splashing and giggling before I saw them. Kelly had wasted no time, getting right into the pool immediately. I covered my eyes, and stepped out onto the deck. 

"Are you decent?" I asked, chuckling as I said it. She was rubbing off. Now I was speaking in double entendre. 'Decent' was a massive understatement. Kelly was spectacular. 

"Yes. You can open your eyes," came her reply. I peeked through the cracks in my fingers before I did, just in case. She was covered, such as it was. 

Perhaps 'covered' isn't quite the right word. She was wearing a red bikini, relatively conservative in style, compared to some others I'd seen, but even so, she was nearly spilling out of it. Oh my. 

"Okay..." I said, trying to play it cool, "...I'm off. I have no idea who is going to be at this thing, or how long I'll be. I'll call if I think it's going to be late." 

"Don't worry about it," she said, holding Lynn in her arms, spinning and swirling in the pool. "Maybe you'll meet someone there. Don't be concerned about the time."

She may be right, I thought. Ed was always trying to set me up with someone he knew. That's probably why the presence of my ass was requested so eloquently. 

Just as I was about to voice this thought, Lynn grabbed a handful of Kelly's top, wrenching it down to display even more cleavage than the suit already did. My eyes didn't miss the show of creamy breast that resulted. Talk about derailing my train of thought. 

"Well, um," I mumbled, "I guess I'll see you later, then." I think I'll be seeing you for quite a while. In my dreams. 

I sat in my car, in the driveway, for a minute or two, trying to will my erection into submission. She was just so... Dammit! 

I don't even remember how I got to Ed's place. Kelly was filling my thoughts. 

I was right. Ed had a woman for me. Blonde, pretty, tall, nicely built, cheerful...and not Kelly. I had a problem. I was growing obsessed with my young babysitter. 

I tried to be polite, and sociable. I ate, I drank, I laughed, I talked...to Ed, and his setup du jour, whose name was Kim. Through it all, images of Kelly in that red bikini kept forcing their way into my head. That is until I recalled the 'skinny dipping after Daddy goes' comment, when they were replaced by images of her naked. Concentration was impossible. 

***

Eventually, I gave up trying. 

I thanked Ed, got Kim's number, and told everyone I wasn't feeling well. I could hardly tell them the truth. 

Now I was sitting in my driveway again, wondering if I should give Kelly a warning call, just in case. No...it was my house, I could come home whenever I wanted. If she was naked in my house, well that's just too bad for her, isn't it? 

I walked in the front door. The house was silent. Quietly, I crept around to the kitchen, looking outside. She was there, laying in the sun, reading. Wearing her bikini. Crap. Still, the view was pretty impressive. Her skin was oiled, shining in the bright sunlight, the reflection accentuating her full breasts, flat, narrow waist, and long, sexy legs. Two abrupt bumps marred the smooth red fabric that confined her breasts. I announced my presence as I walked out to join her on the deck. 

"So the skinny dipping is over?" I laughed. "I rushed home for nothing?" It was the first overtly sexual thing I'd said to her. She didn't miss a beat. 

"Did you get lucky?" she smiled, putting down her book, she tipped her sunglasses down, and looked at me. "Did you at least meet someone interesting?" 

Hmmmm. Yes, but not at the party. A bit closer to home. 

"Where's Lynn? Taking a nap?" I deflected. 

"Yes. Swimming tuckered her out. She'll be down for a while, I think," Kelly answered. "As for the skinny dipping, well... " She stood, and stepped smoothly over, stopping in front of me. She peeked over her glasses, looking up, with a glimmer in her eyes. 

"I told you," she said, in a breathy whisper, as she tiptoed. Her arms reached up, clasping behind my neck. "I like being wet " She tilted her head slightly, and pressed her lips to mine. 

Oh. My. God. 

Nothing subtle or ambiguous about her behaviour anymore, I was stunned into immobility. She pulled back. 

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!' my inner voice screamed, and my arms wrapped quickly around her firm body, blocking her retreat. With at least that much encouragement on my part, she smiled, and came back for round two. This time, I kissed her back, and when her tongue began exploring my mouth, my hands began exploring her body, starting with her tight, muscular behind. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, but stayed glued to my lips. The kiss heated up, more intense every second. Suddenly, she broke away. 

"Todd, are you okay with this? Are you ready?" she whispered. Now she asks? After that kiss, and feeling up her ass, in that bikini? 

"Am I ready?" I asked. "Probably not, but you've got me curious. I guess there's no time like the present, and I know there's no one I'd rather be with. Are you sure you want to do this?" 

"Oh yeah!" she giggled. "I think I've been in love with you since I was a kid. I just can't believe how lucky we were to bump into each other, after all this time!" 

Lucky. Yes, I thought. Maybe the perfect woman for you is closer than you think. She was right here. 

"Now, about that skinny dip?" she purred, stepping back. Her hands reached up, behind her neck, and undid the top string of her bikini. She deftly held the limp ties in place with one hand, while she tugged the string behind her back. There was no going back now. 

Kelly's hands slowly dropped away. For a few teasing seconds, the two swatches of red Lycra held fast, hiding her twin treasures from my eyes a bit longer, but gravity eventually won out. Her top fell to her feet, and my jaw hit the floor. 

Where did those come from? I mean, in most families, the physical traits are directly inherited. Dad's tall, therefore the kids are too. Mom has big tits and blue eyes, so her daughters are stacked and pretty, as well. I've seen Kelly's Mom. Those breasts didn't come from her. Maybe Grandma was the one with the big rack. So round, full, firm and feminine, they captivated me. Crowned with tightly puckered, erect, rosy nipples, I licked my lips unconsciously at the prospect of getting to taste them. 

"Ooooooo," she smiled, stepping closer to the pool. "That's a look I could get used to. I guess I don't have to ask if you like what you see, do I?" She turned her back, and plucked the bows at each hip, allowing the bottom of her suit to fall away as she stepped into the water. "Coming in? I'm all wet for you." She playfully flicked water in my direction. 

Thank god my backyard was well fenced and surrounded by bushes, so prying eyes weren't an issue. I stripped quickly, under her watchful gaze, until I had only my underwear to remove. 

"Wait!" she gasped, reaching up. "Please, let me."

I stepped closer, and knelt beside the pool's edge. Kelly grinned, caressing the bulge that had formed. Her hand was small, and soft. I enjoyed the sensation. She traced her fingertips up, hooking one into the waistband, and pulling gently. 

I watched her eyes, as she slowly peeled my shorts down. They opened wider, and she smiled again. 

"That's a look I could get used to," I said, repeating her line. "I guess I don't have to ask if you like what you see, do I?" She stopped when my underwear was mid-thigh, and grasped my cock with her warm hands. It was semi-hard, and hanging heavily straight down. 

"Like it? I think I'm going to love it! My pussy can't wait to have that big thing deep inside it!" she hissed, stroking me gently. 

I stood, stepped out of my shorts, and seconds later, was in the water beside her. She managed to stay just out of reach, the little scamp, just like Lobby had with Lynn, except I had the advantage of a limited area. I slowly cornered her, until she had nowhere to go but into my arms, and my embrace. We kissed again, and it was wonderful. We held each other warmly. I only had one question.

"Here," I asked, "or the bedroom?"

"Hmmmm. Bedroom, I think," she whispered, between kisses. "Now." 

She pivoted gracefully out of my arms, and took my hand leading the way out of the depths of the pool. The water dropped lower, until I could see the swell of her firm breasts from behind her. A few more steps, and her spectacular ass was at eye level as she climbed out of the water. She released my hand, and grabbed her towel, drying herself as she walked quickly into the house. 

By the time I caught up with her, Kelly was standing at Lynn's door peeking in. Ever the conscientious babysitter, she was checking on her primary responsibility, on her way to satisfy her baser instincts. She was still naked, of course, not that Lynn would have known anything was up if she woke. I stopped behind her, joining her in observing my sweet daughter, sleeping contentedly. My hand rested on Kelly's ass. 

"Just making sure we won't be interrupted," she whispered, turning to face me again. Another bout of enthusiastic kisses ensued, while she stroked my stiff cock softly. "Jesus, Todd, this thing is so hot, and hard. Please take me. Make me cum." Her lips left mine, but she kept her grip on my shaft, using it like a tiller on a sailboat, guiding me down the hall to my bedroom. Once inside, she pushed me back onto the bed. 

"On second thought," she breathed, still stroking me, and licking her lips, "I think I'll make you cum first!" 

I know this was hardly the time to think about my dear departed wife, but that's what happened. You see, Amy was a petite little thing, and despite her best efforts, she was never able to satisfy me orally. It was simply a dimensional issue ; Her mouth was small, and my dick is not. As I watched Kelly's lips slide down my shaft with excruciating slowness, I knew I was fortunate. She was easily able to accommodate about two-thirds of my length. It was glorious. 

I laid back from my sitting position, letting her do her thing. It had been a long, long time since any woman had done this for me, and I was in heaven. Her mouth gripped me in a gentle suction, sliding up and down smoothly, while her right hand did a little twisting stroke every few head bobs. She was also moaning, apparently finding my candy stick delicious to suck on, and the vibrations of her vocalization merely stoked my fires even more. Every man loves a good blowjob, but if this is what I could look forward to from a relationship with Kelly, I counted myself fortunate indeed. She was a very good cocksucker.

I would occasionally tip my head up, to watch her. I'm not sure which was hotter, watching her eyes looking back at me while she gave me such pleasure, or when she didn't know I was watching, and was just enjoying herself. Either way, she was giving me the sucking of a lifetime, teasing me higher and higher, ever closer to orgasm. She had a way of holding me at a plateau, until the sensation was almost ticklish, before escalating her actions. 

"Oh my god, Kelly," I groaned, feeling the cauldron nearing the boiling point, "that feels unbelievable. You're going to make me cum, if you keep it up." I consider that fair warning, just in case her goal was anything other than swallowing a huge load of hot, sticky semen. I need not have worried. 

She squealed happily, and growled like a hungry cat, increasing her pace and suction. She wanted it all, and she was going to get it. 

"Ooooooooh fuuuuck...yes, baby...suck my cock. Mmmm, that's it... suck it...suck it. Gonna make me cum...gonna...cum...gonna...CUMMMM!"

Holy mother of God, I swear I have never cum that hard in my life. On a scale of one to ten, it was a thirty-seven...point eight. You hear women talking about orgasms that make their toes curl? I think I just had the male equivalent. 

I was probably imagining it...and with all the noise I was making, it seems unlikely that I really did hear it...but I swear I could hear the thick ropes of cum splashing against the back of her throat. She was humming, and gulping, and moaning, her cheeks puffed out full of hot goo, trying to keep up. A trickle began to escape at each corner of her mouth, but like a trooper, she hung in there, swallowing everything. Finally empty, I shuddered and flopped back, gasping for air. Kelly spent another few seconds sucking up the dregs, then crawled up beside me. I rolled my head to look at her. 

She was smiling at me, using her fingertip to cleanup the leaks that decorated her chin. Evidently, I was delicious, and she wasn't going to waste a drop. 

"Mmmmm mmmm, good!" she cooed, licking her fingers clean for the last time. She laid on her side, perched on one elbow, and raised an eyebrow. "Was it good for you, too?" A grin followed. 

I laughed hysterically. 

"No," I lied, when I slowed down. "I faked it!" 

Now that, she found funny, joining me in laughter. 

"Truthfully," I smiled when she was done, "it was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. Thank you so much." 

"My pleasure," she whispered, caressing my face. "I don't suppose you'd care to..." 

"Let me at that pussy," I cut her off, patting the pillows at the top of the bed. 

"Ooooooo, yes!" she giggled, scooting up and taking her position. She held her legs up, thighs together, until I was in my spot, with my face inches from her crotch, then spread them slowly, unveiling her pretty kitty to my eyes. 

Pussies are like fingerprints. Every one is different, even if the basic design is the same. Some have thin, tight lips, others are thick, puffy and loose. To shave or not to shave, that is the question. Some are elegantly sensual, others blatantly erotic. 

Kelly had a nice one, with long inner lips that peeked out. Those lips were glued together by her juices, until she slid a fingertip from bottom to top. They opened wide, until her cunt looked like a butterfly, wings spread. The bright pink of her inner folds was slick with fragrant feminine secretions. Hair free, she looked delicious, and smelled like nectar. 

"That is one attractive little honeypot," I said, peeking up at her. She giggled, and covered her face in humility. My tongue reached out, and brushed across her prominent clit, causing a moan from her. She tasted better than she smelled, and I decided to be selfish. I dove in, licking her from stem to stern, as deep as I could reach. Her hand immediately landed on the back of my head, grinding against my face with her juicy gash, while I wormed my tongue into her, scooping out her yummy froth with glee. She really was delicious, and I couldn't get enough. 

It's too bad Kelly wasn't enjoying it, as well. 

Yes, I'm being sarcastic. 

"Shit! Mmmm, yes...eat my cunt, yes baby, stick that fucking tongue deep in my fuck hole!... Mnahhhn! Uhhn! Fuck!" There was more, but she was getting loud, and pulled a pillow over her head to muffle the screams. She had released my head, secure that I wasn't going to leave my place between her legs until she reached nirvana. Now one hand was holding the pillow over her face, and the other was yanking on her hugely erect nipples. I just kept on delving into her drooling crevice, slurping up the ambrosia that flowed so freely from within. 

I could feel her shaking, then her thighs closed, trapping my face in the dripping folds of her pussy. She twisted her body as she came, screaming into the pillow, and gushing honey into my mouth. It was warm, with a salty sweetness, and plentiful. I drank my fill, until her legs relaxed their grip. 

I looked up from below, watching her perfect breasts heave rapidly with her ragged breaths. Her nipples were standing up like two little hilltop radio antennas. My thirst quenched, I was hungry for those stiff little buds, and moved up her body, finally reaching my target area. I flicked one of the now nearly purple towers of desire, circling it with my tongue before latching on and sucking deeply. Kelly's hand stroked my hair, and she moaned softly, tossing the pillow aside. 

"Mmmm, yes. I love having my tits sucked on," she breathed. "Don't stop."

"Daddy?" I heard from behind me, and looked back. Shit. Lynn's timing was perfectly bad, this time. My cock was rock hard, ready to plunge into Kelly's receptive pussy. I think that was being put on hold. 

"I've got her," Kelly said, rolling quickly out of bed, and scooping her up. Her voice instantly shifted from sexpot mode, to soothing caregiver mode. "What are you doing up, young lady? Did you have a good nap? I hope I didn't wake you up when Daddy was making me feel good," she smiled, as she turned with Lynn in her arms, cradled against her full breasts. Lynn had her hands full. 

I had taken refuge under the sheets, hiding my naked body from my daughter. We didn't need her asking questions about my hard dick. 

"Daddy did a real good job of making me feel good," she whispered, looking at me, the fire still in her eyes. "Now that you're awake, we'll have to wait until tonight to see how good we can make each other feel together, won't we?" She had been playfully talking to Lynn in her sitter's voice, but the message was clearly meant for me. 

"Let's go get you changed," she giggled, and I watched her walk out of the room, stark naked, carrying my little girl, looking very maternal. That idea was starting to have an appeal to me, but I didn't want to jump to any conclusions. 

I let my erection subside, then got dressed, going to find my girls. I found them in Lynn's room. Kelly was sitting, still nude, with Lynn in her lap, reading a story to her. She looked up and smiled when I came in, but kept going with the story. I had brought her one of my t-shirts to wear, and showed it to her. She nodded, and I left it on Lynn's dresser. 

I went to the kitchen, and poured myself a cup of coffee, staring out the window as I drank it. I noticed two bits of red fabric floating in the pool. 

It had finally happened, or at least the preambles had. The main event was almost certain to take place tonight. I was officially moving on with my life, and had someone who was helping me do so. 

I heard Lynn coming, and she ran into the kitchen, wrapping her arms around my leg. 

"Daddy!" she chirped happily. I bent and hoisted her into my arms. 

"How's my favourite little girl?" I asked. "Are you happy today?" 

She nodded like a bobble head doll, just as Kelly walked in. The t-shirt was like a dress on her, which was the basic idea, and had never looked so good. The points of her nipples punctuated the white cotton stretched across her bustline. Yummy. 

"Is Daddy happy today?" Kelly asked, leaning up for a kiss. 

"Very," I smiled. "I'll be even happier later tonight, I'm sure." 

"Mmmmm, me too," she purred, rubbing her chest against my arm. "When we get a chance, I need to talk to you for a minute." She looked at Lynn. "Alone." 

That opportunity took a while to materialize, since, as far as Lynn was concerned, I had just returned home. She wanted some Daddy time, and we cuddled together on the couch, watching cartoons. Kelly went to fish her bikini out of the pool. She came back in with the suit in her hand, and my shirt plastered to her body, soaking wet, and virtually transparent. 

"Oh, now that's just not fair!" I choked. 

"Just reminding you of what's waiting for you," she giggled. "I'm going to take a shower. Be back in a few minutes."

When she returned, freshly laundered, she was dressed in her yoga pants and jacket again. She teasingly unzipped to her waist, showing me that there was nothing under the top. I guess it was time to talk. I left Lynn engrossed in the TV, and followed Kelly outside. 

"I just wanted to clear up a few things before we go on," she said, as we sat by the pool. It sounded ominous. 




Oh Baby! What a Sitter!



"When I said I was in love with you since I was a kid, I didn't want to put any pressure on you. I know this is a big step. I just meant that I wanted to be with you, physically. I'm not trying to replace Amy, as a wife or a mother. I just really like you. I always have."

Whew. I thought she was going to say something bad. I was glad she wasn't expecting anything permanent out of this relationship. Yet. I was also a little disappointed. The latter emotion must have shown. 

"Awww," she sighed, moving into my lap. Her arms went around my neck. "I didn't say I was averse to the idea of something more...lasting. You know I adore Lynn. I just wanted you to know I wasn't starting out with an agenda. Other than fucking you senseless, that is." Her smile was bright, and she kissed my lips gently. I eased the zipper down on her jacket, and slipped my hand in, cupping one of her magnificent breasts. The firm flesh filled my hand, and I hefted its heavy, round shape. "You like them?" she whispered. 

"Like them?" I laughed,, "I love them!" 

"Good," she breathed, kissing me hard. "Until later then." 

***

'Later' took forever to arrive. Lynn's post-swim nap left her with excess energy, and that meant she was fussy about going to bed. I don't know why. Personally, I was eager to get there, but perhaps my motivation was subjective. I was seriously considering letting Kelly reenact the Lobby chase routine from last night, as a way to tire her out. 

Instead, I watched my beautiful babysitter (soon to be sex partner) as she sang a lullaby to my little girl. That's another thing that had apparently changed since she was twelve . Not only was she now a woman with the body of an angel, she had the voice to match. I was becoming more impressed by the minute. Lynn's eyes began to get heavier, and heavier, until they finally fluttered closed. Hallelujah. I'll race you to bed. 

I was already naked, under the covers, when Kelly walked into the bedroom. She gave me a little smile. 

"I suppose I should take this as a compliment," she laughed, closing the door. "It appears you are eager to get started." She unzipped her jacket, and rolled it off her shoulders, dropping it on the floor. The yoga pants met a similar fate, seconds later. Her hands cupped her big breasts momentarily, in a teasing motion that matched the sultry look in her eyes. She took off her glasses and put them on the bedside table, then slid into the bed beside me. "I am absolutely dripping," she whispered, moving in for a kiss. 

"I suppose I should take that as a compliment," I said, mocking her playfully. 

"Are you going to make jokes, or put that big dick to work?" she giggled, rolling onto her back, and spreading her legs. "Personally, I'd prefer the latter. Come on. Fuck me." 

Yes, I suppose I've waited long enough. 

I moved gently between her legs, and she grasped my shaft, dragging the head of my cock back and forth a few times in the opening to her vagina. She had been honest. Her pussy was dripping, and made squishy noises as she played with my dick, settling it into her vestibule. 

"It's just like riding a bike, baby," she whispered. "Ride me." 

I pushed inside the velvety folds, feeling the tight embrace stretch open to accommodate my girth. I looked into Kelly's eyes, seeing only pleasure, as I pressed home. 

"Ooooooof!" she grunted, as I reached bottom. "God, that's a big dick!" 

"Are you okay, Kelly?" I asked, reminded again of our size and age difference. 

"Okay? I'm in nirvana! My pussy has never been so full, or so happy," she giggled, stroking my face in a comforting gesture. "Please, don't hold back. I want you to give it all to me." Her legs wrapped around my hips. I took that to mean she wanted it now. 

I gave her a few gentle probes, greeted by some quiet moans of contentment. She pulled my face to hers for a gentle kiss. 

"I have to say," she breathed, looking deeply into my eyes, "I never thought I would have this opportunity. I thought you were well out of reach, a forever unrealized fantasy from my teen dreams."

"Jeez, Kelly, don't be putting me on a pedestal," I laughed, feeling a little bit embarrassed. "I might not live up to those expectations." 

"You already did!" she smiled, flexing her pussy around my dick. "I had no idea you were so big. You know, I heard you in your bedroom, one night...taking matters into your own hands, as they say."

Oh shit. The farmhouse had been quite old, with an air circulation system that included vents in the walls between rooms. I thought I was being quiet, but I guess she could have heard me, as her room was right next door. 

"Of course, it wasn't until years later that I understood what you might have been doing," she winked. "Enough nostalgia. Time to live in the present."

Fucking right, I thought, as I started to drill her a bit harder, and deeper. Her huge tits began to swing and quiver in time with my strokes, attracting my eyes. Kelly moaned again. 

"Mmmm, you really do like my breasts, don't you?" she asked, watching my eyes drinking in the motion of her globes. 

"Oh yeah," I groaned, dipping my head to capture her left nipple. I latched on tight. 

"Let's roll over, so you can do it right," she suggested. 

Good idea, I thought. Save me a visit to the chiropractor. I grabbed her ass, and flipped us over, without even unseating my cock. 

"Wooooo!" she gasped, brushing her long hair aside, and adjusting her position slightly, so she could dangle her fabulous knockers in my face. "Please continue," she laughed, rubbing her breasts across my lips. 

I reached up and grabbed two handfuls, milking her beautiful, round tits with a tug and squeeze, then reconnected my lips to her left nipple. She had remarkable, thick nips, nearly an inch tall, like giant pencil erasers, in the centre of areolas easily three inches in diameter. If they were this much fun to play with 'empty', just think of how great it would be to drink freely from those magnificent breasts. You're getting ahead of yourself, again, I thought. Just enjoy her body in your bed, and cross that bridge if you come to it. 

Kelly's hips were doing little figure eights, rising and falling with a twist, as she impaled herself enthusiastically on my cock. I still had a lip lock on her breasts, switching from one to the other frequently. She was panting, grunting and moaning, obviously trying to keep the volume down, so we didn't attract a little visitor. 

"Fuck, your cock is so good in my pussy," she breathed, "and you're making me crazy by sucking my boobs like that. I'm gonna lose it!" 

Since she was in the driver's seat, I let her set the pace. If she wanted to prolong things, she could slow down, but I wasn't going to stop suckling her big tits. I just love big tits. 

Amy had made up for her lack of boobs by being a fiend in the bedroom, and a loving partner out of it...shit, there I go again, thinking of the past, while the present squirmed on my dick appreciatively. Stop it! 

As far as slowing down goes... Fat chance. Kelly was now pounding herself furiously up and down on my pole. Her breathing was ragged, tortured, and desperate, with a look of delicious agony on her face. I let her nipple slip from my mouth with a 'pop', and laid back to watch the show, grabbing her breasts with both hands and fondling her roughly. Her eyes screwed shut, and she panted her joy. 

"Oh, fuck...gimme that hard cock...oh yeah...oh yeah...oh yeah, fuck my little cunt...gonna cum...gonna cum...gon-na...CUMMMM!" 

She tossed her head back, throwing her brunette mane in a wide arc, and screamed... sort of. What came out was a muted, gurgling groan, and her face flushed to a shade of red usually reserved for stop signs and Ferraris, the strain of restraining herself clearly evident. As the waves of pleasure wracked her body, she bucked and gasped, placing her hands over my own on her breasts, and trying to keep her balance. Her orgasm was huge, spectacular, and fun to watch. 

Her body gave a final shudder, and she leaned forward, easing down to rest on my chest. She was still fighting for air, but her breathing normalized quite quickly. With her head on my shoulder, face buried in my neck, she moaned softly, and whispered sweet nothings to me. 

"That was the best ever," she breathed. "I don't think you need worry about falling from your pedestal."

I accepted her compliment silently, with a hug of gratitude, and a grain of salt. She was young, so her experience was probably limited. Strangely, it was Kelly who brought up the subject. 

"Todd, can I ask an extremely personal question?" she giggled, lifting her head to look at me. I nodded. "How many women have you been with?" 

I did the math quickly. Let's see...my first, Darlene, then Suzy, then Sherry, the redhead. A couple of others in between her and Amy, and finally, the luscious creature resting on me right now, my hard cock still buried up her pussy. What's that... Seven? I told her. 

"Really? I thought a stud like you would have a longer list," she said quietly. 

"Well, I'm only twenty-six, and I was married!" I laughed, defending my relative lack of promiscuity. She started this, so it was her turn. "How long is your list?" 

She blushed.

"Is that any kind of question to ask a lady, especially an innocent young thing like myself?" Her lips quivered, trying to keep a straight face. 

Alright, that tears it. I started to tickle her waist, and she tried to fend me off, but as long as she remained skewered on my dick, she couldn't escape. Her laughter filled the room, and I kept at it, until she had to relinquish her seat in an effort to elude my grasp. I tackled her, landing on her back, while she writhed under my assault. 

"Tell me!" I laughed. 

"Never!" she giggled in response. She twisted her body, but had no chance to get away. 

"Tell me," I repeated, increasing the tickle pace. 

"Okay! Okay! Please stop!" she gasped. I stopped, and she caught her breath. 

"Well?" I prompted. 

"Well what?" she asked blankly. I smacked her ass. "Ooooooo! I like the rough stuff!" 

"How..." smack! "... many men..." smack! "... have sampled..." smack! "...your hot little pussy!" I gave her one more for good measure. Smack! 

"Six!" she howled, rubbing her bum and giggling playfully. "Six guys who didn't have a clue how to please a woman. Idiots. That's why I don't date guys my own age anymore."

I paused when she said that, and looked at her, as she rolled over onto her back. Her gaze had that little something extra in it, telling me she wasn't only in this to get laid. 

Her arms welcomed me back into her embrace, and our lips met again, in a kiss that scorched with passion. Her hand reached down, and directed my cock back into her drenched opening. The kiss continued, and her hands caressed my ass as I pressed into her.  

"Oh," she breathed. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck my brains out!" 

I hadn't felt this way in such a long time, it was overwhelming. Ridiculous, and overwhelming. How could I be this emotionally attached to her already? Was this what they meant by 'being on the rebound'? I suppose so. Still, she was here of her own volition, and wanted this intimate relationship as much as I did. 

Stop trying to make yourself feel guilty, I thought. Amy would want you to get on with your life. If you're going to be a good parent to Lynn, you need to be happy, yourself. 

She was still looking up at me with that look of trust and caring, and I put those limiting thoughts aside, deciding that I was going to enjoy her company, in whatever form it took, for as long as she wanted to be with me. 

I pulled back, and slammed home again, causing a gasp from Kelly. She smiled, and groaned happily, pulling her legs up again to give me maximum access to her charms. 

I fucked her like it was the last time I'd ever have the pleasure of female companionship. I fucked her like the world was ending tomorrow. I fucked her, hard, and fast, and she loved it as much as I did. She was, somehow, holding it in, but the look in her eyes told me all I needed to know. That and the muted, animal grunts and groans...and the sharp, snorting breaths...and the flying saliva they caused. 

The sound of our bodies crashing together filled the room, reverberating off the walls in a rhythmic cadence that matched the passion we were sharing. Kelly had one orgasm after another, if I was reading her body right. She was shuddering, and quaking, over and over, breathing 'yes, fuck me, fuck me more' in a constant stream of lust. 

I was pounding her mercilessly. Her cunt was awash with her secretions, something I didn't need to see to confirm. Wet slurps and slorps accompanied my every move, and I could feel the juices dripping off my balls. 

I was really getting into the act, and felt the telltale tingle that announced the approach of my climax. It hit me so fast, I didn't even have a chance to say anything before I detonated inside Kelly's little receptacle. 

"Oh god, yes," she whispered as I unloaded what felt like gallons of semen into her. "That hot cum feels so good filling me up!" 

I had to agree, as I grunted through the spasms. My dick did something it had never done before. It stayed hard, and I kept sliding it in and out of her now swamplike gash. 

"Shit, Todd...aren't you done?" she gasped in amazement. "Give me more, you fucking beast! Fuck me with that huge cock until I pass out!" Seconds later, she was biting my shoulder to muffle yet another orgasm. 

You might think that, having just cum, I could go for quite a while before spraying her inner walls again. It was a new experience for me, but I thought that would be the case, as well. Not so much. 

The tingle was back, moments later, and I came again, filling her for the second time. She moaned again, and caressed my hair as I collapsed atop her. There would be no third act, at least not until I had a good sleep. 

We laid there, a sweaty, stinky, oozing pile of exhausted and satisfied flesh, gasping for air and breathing our gratitude to each other quietly. Kelly giggled. 

"Okay, I would say we need some tissues to staunch the flow," she whispered, wiggling her hips, "but I think we passed that point a while ago. I'm in a puddle."

My dick had wilted by now, and slipped out of her pussy, as if to prove her point. When I rolled off, I glanced down at the slimy river of fluids that was slowly running out of her gaping crevice, joining the huge wet spot on the sheets. 

"I'm going to walk funny for a week!" she laughed. "My friends will wonder what horse I've been riding. I think a shower is in order...and some clean sheets."

"You start the water," I concurred, "and I'll be in to join you in a minute." I pulled the comforter off the bed, as she used the top sheet to mop up her dripping crotch. Her gait was unsteady, and awkward, but she waddled into the bathroom, chastising me for my inevitable giggles at her discomfort. 

"Yeah, you go ahead and laugh. I said fuck me, not ruin me for life!" 

By the time I changed the sheets and tossed the dirty ones into the washer, she was feeling much better, resting against the shower wall, with warm water streaming over her head. I stepped in. 

"Come here, baby," she said, opening her arms. Her soft wet body pressed against me, and she snuggled into my chest. "That was amazing. Thank you so much." 

"I'm the one that needs to say Thank you," I replied. "You have no idea how much this meant to me." 

We embraced under the warm spray for a few minutes, washing and drying each other gently, before dragging ourselves wearily back to bed. 

I remember feeling Kelly's breathing, tickling my chest as she slept in my arms. I was happy, and my dreams were likewise. 

***

Sunday morning. What's that noise? 

It was the phone, and took forever to penetrate the fog of my sleepy mind. By the time I woke enough to speak, my answering machine had picked up, so I just let it do its job. I'd call whomever it was back. 

Kelly stirred in my arms, stretching like a very satisfied cat. 

"Good morning, lover," she smiled, trying to sort out the tangled mop her long tresses had become overnight. "How are you feeling?" 

"Mmmm, like I got hit by the most beautiful truck in the world," I laughed. 

"Honk, honk!" she giggled, pumping her arm like she was pulling the cord on an air horn. She slid out of bed, and padded into the bathroom. When she came out, her hair was brushed, tucked into a ponytail, and her smile lit up the room. "Shall I get Lynn up?" 

"Yeah, I suppose," I yawned, as I wandered in for my morning ritual. "I'll go start breakfast as soon as I'm done here."

"Roger, that," she laughed, and walked out. I really liked her outfit. Nothing looks great on her. 

I pulled on some shorts and headed for the kitchen when I finished going pee. As I walked in, l pressed 'play' on the machine. 

"Hi Todd, it's Don Williams at the office," the recording said. This can't be good, I thought, closing the fridge door, and listening more closely. "I hate to call you on a Sunday morning, but I'm in a real jam. I don't know if you've met John Lewis, from the Toledo office, but he's had an accident, and he won't be able to work for a while. Head office wants us to send someone to take over running that office, until he gets back on his feet, and you're the best qualified."

By now, Kelly had arrived, carrying my daughter, who was wearing a matching outfit. I guess they were planning to use the pool again. She was listening, as well. 

"I know it's very inconvenient, but we will take care of your accommodation, food, and all the usual expenses. They're desperate so I think we'll also cover the cost of finding someone to look after your daughter. Please get back to me." 

I stood there, digesting what I had heard, for a minute. 

"Shit!" I breathed. "That sucks."

"Um, Todd?" Kelly asked, "Do you want me to look after Lynn? I'm not doing anything, and if you need me to, I could do it. I suppose I'd want to stay here, so I could look after the house, too." 

I hated the idea of leaving my little girl, for who knows how long. I wasn't thrilled with the thought of leaving Kelly behind either, but I knew she'd do a great job. I knew I could trust her. 

"Alright," I nodded. "We'll get your stuff from your place, and you can stay here while I'm away. I'll leave you some cash for groceries, and whatever they give me for childcare is yours. Does that sound fair?" 

"Deal!" she smiled, and shook my hand. "It'll save me money, not having to pay my roommates, and I get to spend some quality time with my favourite little one!" She rubbed noses with Lynn, and tickled her, to make her point. 

I was going to miss Lynn, and really miss Kelly, but it would earn me huge brownie points at work. 

Better yet, it brought Kelly further into my life, like someone was trying to tell me something. 

Hmmmm. Maybe I could find a way to make her change of residence permanent. 

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Oh, Baby You're Dynamite



It was a rainy evening in East Hampton, New York and inside the main bedroom of a big house Billy Crudup was poking the burning woods in the hearth with a steel rod. The firelight was throwing an orange glow on his face and the room temperature was growing warmer and cozy. Ah, tonight’s the night. He thought when his current squeeze Mij—the extremely sweet and pretty wide-eyed Mary Louise Parker, cuddled up behind his back. She began kissing behind his ears, licking it with her tongue while her hands wandered about him.

“Jeez, honey you’re giving me a giant hard on,” he croaked as her breasts were squashed on his back. “Oh really,” she said and as her hand snaked down his front and found his massive erection through his boxer shorts.

“Get out of your shorts now and I’ll massage you’re horny muscles,” she whispered into his ears. Her voice rang happily in his ears. Two weeks of no sex can give you insanity. He couldn’t fuck just anybody else. Mij was just too important for him. So he waited until they got hooked up together again. Until this night, the night worth waiting for was surely going to be the night of unbridled passion.

The room smelled of rose and sandalwood just as Mij had set up. Candles were scattered around the room to make out for a dreamlike effect. There was no bed as it was under repair. The sexual arena would be on the floor, laden by an inflated mattress, fitted with a satin sheet and big and small pillows thrown around. 

Billy stripped excitedly. Mij saw his erect pecker jumped out of his shorts and immediately felt the pangs of desire. Her cringe transformed into a beautiful smile. 

“Lie on your tummy big boy and lay your head here,” she said indicating to a pillow next to where she sat cross-legged. Billy obeyed and made his head stand on his chin to ogle through the center of her parted legs. But the object of his view was blocked by the dip of her satin nightie in the center. His hand attempted to lift the hem only to be swatted away by her hand. “Behave, keep your hands off me while I do the massage. We got a long night ahead of us. And stop staring. You’ll have all of that later,” Mij said promptly adjusting his face to lay flat on its side. 

“Okay, you’re the boss,” Billy said and just contentedly enveloped himself in the cloud of her Estee Lauder’s Youth Dew fragrance that tingled his discriminating sense of smell. 

Billy closed his eyes as he felt the warm scented oil trickled on his back. Slowly he began to relax, surrendering to her kneading hands that worked on his shoulders, back, the base of his spine firmly and sensuously. 

Later she sat astride over his thighs kneading his butt. What a sensation! Especially when the oil dribbled down the division and Mij found those dimples at the base of his spine making gentle rotations with her thumbs and sliding inward to softly graze his ballsack. Billy elicited involuntary gasp of pleasure.

“Is it good?” she drawled confidently. 

“Ver-ree,” he replied.

Mij slid further down his legs to caress and stroke his thighs down to the back of his knees. After the calves, Mij picked up one of his feet and began caressing it with both of her hands, pressing thumbs on the sole then on the other as well.

“Ohh . . . my . . . God! That’s . . . sooo . . . good!”

“I knew you’ll love it,” she enthused, feeling turned on herself.

“Now turn over.” 

Billy did and his boner flicked like it had been spring loaded. When she crawled on her knees over him to sit back to her original place, her pussy snagged his prick. He lifted his pelvis for the connection. “Hey,” she said pushing away his prick. “I’m not through yet, can’t you wait.” 

“Can’t help it. I’ve been a lonely boy for two weeks,” 

“Just relax. Let’s take this slowly and we’ll get there in time. I’m just preparing you to become a bullish lover.”

“I’m as hungry as a sailor on the shore, baby,” he crooned. 

When she had settled back, she began working on his forehead, cheeks, behind the ears, the side of his neck and shoulders. Then she stood on her knees sliding his hands from his chest down to his flat tummy. Straddling over his face without no panties on he was impelled to reach up and kiss her bare pussy. “Just kiss, okay?” Mij said in a stern voice. But he held the globes of her ass, stuck his tongue up and run it along her snatch line. He felt Mij wriggled and her hot breath blew over his manhood.

“Hey!” Mij exclaimed. “Stop it! Didn’t I tell you just to kiss it.”

“I did,” he replied.

“But you made improvisations by licking it. It’s for your eyes only at this point. Don’t touch me unless I say so, understand! I am the queen and you must obey!”

“But you’ve already gotten me all excited!” he snorted.

Mij held his prick and took the head in her mouth then bit him.

“Ouch,” he yelped. “What’s that for?”

“That’s for your misbehavior.”

“Let me do first what I had to do.”

“Ok, have it your way.”

At last she parted his legs wider, knelt between them, then lifted off her teddy over her head exposing her nakedness. Billy studied in silence her perfect creamy white breast, nipples a quarter an inch erect and the wisp of hair between her legs all causing his boner to be more vigorously erect that not a foreskin was on sight. Then her soft hand encircled his hot boner while the other hand tinkered his family jewels. She stroked the shaft down then lowered her head to lick around the corona of his dick like she would do to her favorite Hägen Daaz Ice Cream on a cone. Billy groaned and lifted his chin up. Then she made a show-off kind of giving head generating suckling noises that was so erotic to his senses. Once again he thought of like solving a long division just to hold back his excitement. She licked into his pee hole as there was already pre-orgasm fluid leaking out and worked her lips along the shaft like Bob Dylan would do to his harmonica. Then she spread oil on her cleavage and squashed his pecker in between her breasts, rubbed it and at the same time gave flitting licks every time it cleared out below her chin.

“Oh Jeez, honey you’re driving me crazy,” Billy said grimacing like he was trying to bend a spoon mentally. 

“Ah, you don’t know what’s crazy!” she said.

“Give me your cunt, Mij,” he said grabbing at her thighs. Mij obliged this time and straddled his face and Billy lapped her cunt like a hungry anteater. Mij sucked his boner and went gaga over the pleasure she was giving and receiving. Billy flicked his tongue over her clit like turning on and off a light switch, alternating this by pushing his tongue as far as he could reach through her love hole. Soon Mij was gripped by uncontrollable pleasure. “Billy, my candyman I’m coming!”

“Alright come to papa, I know you’re cummin’, c’mon, make it, give it to me!” Mij squeezed his penis hard when her climax came drenching Billy’s mug with her juice. 

“Fuck me now Billy!” she croaked.

Billy quickly rolled on top of her and stabbed his rock hard boner into her sopping cunt and started pumping her extending her orgasm. 

“Fuck me harder . . . Billy honey! I still have another one coming up!” she drawled breathlessly. 

Billy quickened his pace pumping her wildly that sometimes his boner would slip out of her soaking cunt. Her excitement was infectious and it didn’t take long before Billy felt that he was on the verge of shooting out his load. “Honey I’ve reached my limit, I’m about to explode!” 

“Hold it yet, I want us to come pretty much together!” Mij said like a runner about to cross the finish line. 

“Now . . . I’m coming . . . Omigod! . . . Ohh! . . . Ohh! . . . Ohhh Billy…this is soooooo great. So utterly good. C’mon honey . . . Fuck me harder!”

Billy felt her legs squeezed on him and her cunt suctioned his cum out of him. Then he grunted like an animal and spurted his come inside her and his body shook. Both peaked together in frenzy. A long-drawn stream of ohhs! and ahhs! escaped her mouth like she was a desert survivor long craving for water. 

At last Billy pulled out from her and lay by his side as his boner gradually deflated.

Billy’s cum run down the crack of her bottom, then down her inner thighs when she stood up. Her ass sexily swayed as she barefooted her way to the bathroom.

When Mij returned she was clad in a very provocative light blue transparent thong. She was carrying a tray with a fresh hand towel, and a small basin filled with tepid water. Billy looked at her with affection. She knelt down by his side and washed his cock and balls gently with the scented wash cloth. He felt good and he could smell the fragrance wafting through his nostrils. His cock appeared stirring back to life.

“Billy you are truly amazing. You have a beautiful cock and you are one helluva stud for going the distance. You have no idea how crazy hot you make me.”

“But I thought that it was too quick.”

“You made me orgasm twice in a row, didn’t you?”

Being called a stud really got into Billy and he felt wonderful like he was really falling in love with her. A genuine smile split his face,

“It’s just that you’re dynamite, baby. You know how to drive me wild.”

Mij kissed him on his lips, chin, then down, and further down until she was rapping his cock on her lips. 

“I’ll be back,” Mij said and padded back to the bathroom with her cleaning implement.

“Think I could go the distance? Boy, gone were the days when I could pop in just a minute. I certainly have grown up and become a stud? Can you believe that?” Billy was mumbling to himself.

Mij returned with a bottle of champagne in a bucket of ice and two glasses. She sat by his side and started opening the champagne with the cork opener. She was giddy-yapping Billy to gather strength because she wanted him to fuck her all night long. As she was slowly screwing down the cork she was sensually caressing the neck of the bottle. Then she flicked out the tip of her tongue and run across gently on her upper lip. Was there no end to her desire to turn him on? 

Billy’s boner showed the beginnings of erection as he watched in awe what she was doing and how seductively she looked. Her sexy cleavage, the attentive nipples, and the arrow butt shape of her bush were extreme visual stimuli that can make any willy grow solid rock hard. At last the champagne bottle popped a sigh bringing forth a frothy bubble that oozed down to her fingers. She licked her fingers flirtatiously and poured the champagne on two glasses. 

Then she raised for a toast and said: “For the next round,” she smiled and clinked her glass with his. 

“Well let’s drink to that,” he said and both drank to the last drop.

“You have no idea how sexy you are Billy. I could kiss you all night long,” she said and started kissing him gently all over his face until they were kissing deeply, long and wet. Then she brushed her nipples on his eyebrows, nose, and finally his lips were lipping each of them, caressing them with his licker. “Ohhh,” she groaned squashing her breasts over his face. His hand fondled one breast, squeezed it so he could take in more flesh in his mouth then moved to finger her pussy through the sheer thong. 

Then she stood up. “Draw my panties down slowly,” she said with teasing authority. Billy drew them down slowly past her hips, thighs, and ankles. Her bare plump lips touched his lips. He sniffed the pubic hair then his tongue slithered through the wet folds, killing her softly with pleasure. She stretched out the lips and her hot pink clit dissolved into his champagne-flavored lips. His tongue revolved around and her knees buckled. 

“Oh God…what a delicious pussy…hmmm…yeah,” Billy muttered making sounds like he’s slurping a hot mushroom cream soup. 

“Get your cock back into my cunt, quick,” Mij said hungry for another wanton fuck. Billy put a big pillow underneath her bottom so her pelvis was arched. Dick brushed his pecker through the gaping entrapment of her desire coaxing more juice before pushing it right up to her. 

“Come up here and let me suck your dick before you enter me.” 

He climbed on top of her and she grabbed his thighs and crammed his cock into her mouth and made suckling noises. She drooled a lot of saliva until she could take it all down to her throat. Then she withdrew and held it with her hand and licked around the head with the tip of her tongue. She licked him around and around till his face was flushed and his boner was blazing red. 

Soon their genitals were joined together and he pumped her deeply and excitedly. “Oh Billy, your cock is so hard I could feel the veins sliding into my cunt!” She watched as his boner moved in and out of her cunt and her inner lips clung like they never wanted to let it go. 

The fire was crackling and she could see his shadow jumping on the ceiling. He ground her swollen clit with his pubic bone giving her muffled screams of utter pleasure. She hissed, “Fuck me Billy, fuck me dirty Billy, talk dirty to me, you make a whore out of me…oh yeah…fuck me and don’t let me breath in between.”

“Alright bitch, you gonna get it from me, I’ll show you how a stud will rip you apart,” he spat the words and seized her ankles pushing her legs towards her breasts. Then he dipped his fingers on a bowl of oil and began rubbing his fingers over her pink star as he pumped her. Then he pushed his middle finger inside churning it around and around up to the second knuckle. It was hot and tight but his finger slid through smoothly. When he felt her muscles relaxed he dipped his boner into the bowl of warm oil and began shoving it into her sphincter. “Ohhhhhhh, I haven’t done this before Billy. Gosh, you really had become dirty.”

“Dirty as you want me to be. Now, open up you slut. You want a dirty fuck, did ya? So c’mon open up. I’m a fuckin’ animal and I’ll see you get fucked real hard, cum hard and beg for more.”

Mij grimaced as he entered her virgin ass but when she flicked her clit with her finger, the pain subsided and the pleasure just intensified. Finally Billy’s hard boner was gainfully employed, pumping, working up a sweat, and churning out a whirlpool of new excitement to Mij. As her fingers worked out a rapid pace over her clit, Billy pushed a finger into her cunt, feeling all the juicy walls over her vagina and searching for that so-called G-spot. Feeling so slippery inside he added another finger and pushed and pulled them in rhythm with her fingers, and his ass-fucking boner. His thumb replaced her finger pummeling her clit and so her hands moved up to her tits to rub them and tease her nipples. 

Moments later, Mij’s cunt tensed around his fingers as well as her so tight anus giving him the signal that she was about to come. Billy left her clit for her playing finger and concentrated on plunging in her willing star butt. 

“Ohh! . . . Billy! . . . I’m coming! coming . . . yes! . . . Oh yes! . . . Gosh! . . . Don’t come yet Billy, please cause I want . . . wa . . . want to see you shoot out your cum!” 

“Yeah, I’ll hold off till I can manage. Oh no, I can’t . . . It’s coming . . . and I can’t hold off anymore!” Mij almost blacked out from her orgasm. It was huge she felt she ejaculated.

“Come right now I’m ready!” she said breathlessly and bolted upright to anticipate his come. Billy pulled it out squeezed his cock stroke it a bit with his palm until a huge warm jet of come jumped out of the end of his boner, splattering all over her forehead and into her eyelashes. Then another, and another until her whole face was smothered with it. One of her nostrils was clogged with come, and there was even a long string of it connecting her nose to the end of Billy’s boner. “Oh god…Billy you fucked me blind.”

“Wow! I didn’t know you could be a butt man. But I loved it. Now I know how an open person feels—open mind...open body…open heart and open soul. I felt like I was demystified too when you called me a slut.” 

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