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Baby Sitter

By: joan658



As I drove home, I couldn't believe how incredibly frustrated I was -- sexually, that is. I hadn't had sex for months -- with a man, at least. I'd had plenty with little vibrator, but that's just not the same. My husband and I were estranged, probably heading for divorce, and my prospects for the future (sexually) were uncertain.

I'd had a dinner meeting that evening with clients that was a last minute thing and I'd been lucky enough to get my regular baby sitter, Kara, on such short notice. 

I pulled into the driveway but didn't put the car in the garage as the automatic door opener was noisy and I didn't want to wake the kids; who should have been in bed an hour ago. I entered my house through the back door that opened off the kitchen and set my briefcase and purse on the breakfast bar. I also slipped off my heels since my feet were aching from having worn heels for almost fourteen hours.

I really need to toss those shoes and buy something more comfortable, I thought to myself. 

I was hoping Kara wasn't going to be too upset with me for being home so much earlier than I'd told her; but the meeting had not gone well. It broke up much earlier than planned and with a fair amount of animosity, on both sides. So, I made up my mind to pay Kara for the full time I had said I'd be gone; so she wouldn't be shorted.

I walked slowly down the hall to the living room as I looked through a stack of the day's mail, which was mostly junk mail.

If they can ban spam from email, way can't they ban it in the mail box too, I thought. 

I expected to find Kara watching TV in the living room, or maybe doing homework -- she was a senior in high school and her mother was a good friend of mine. I knew Kara had recently had her eighteenth birthday because her parents had given her a used car for a present, which meant I wouldn't have to drive her home -- so, at least there was one positive thing in my day, which otherwise, had been pretty shitty.

As I neared the door to the living room I heard something and it soon became apparent it wasn't the TV, or if it was, then Kara had developed a penchant for porn. The sounds were very obviously those of people making passionate love. I heard something like a smacking sound like you'd get from slapping something wet, or from a wet pussy connecting with the hips of a hot stud. And, there were gasping and heavy breathing noises and I distinctly heard a girl's voice saying, "yes, oh yes, oh that's so good" very softly. 

I chuckled to myself, I bet Kara really did sneak in a porno DVD and she thought no one would ever know since she was at someone else's house, and alone. 

I thought to myself, if I peek around the corner I'll seen her with her fingers between her legs getting herself off as she watches some hot action on the screen. 

Then, I knew that I'd have to go back out to the car and make some noise coming into the house so she could grab and hide the DVD and collect herself. I wasn't angry with her for having a normal curiosity about sex - hell, I was curious about sex too! 

Like; when was I going get some sex again ... hopefully damn soon, I thought.

So, I tiptoed up to the doorway and very slowly and carefully peeked around the corner. The first thing that came into view was the giant TV screen, and curiously, there was a commercial on the screen and almost no sound coming from the box. 

That's odd, I thought. 

I continued my stealthy reconnoitering and slowly the couch came into view and I saw Kara exactly where I expected her to be. However, she was naked, straddling a young man's lap and bouncing energetically up and down on his very large and impressive cock -- the young man was naked too.

My heart raced, and my mind reeled. 

I was ... was ... not furious as I knew I should be at my baby sitter for taking such liberties in my home. No, I was incredibly turned-on! Without thinking my hand went up under my short skirt and I squeezed myself and felt how I was already getting wet. My fingers pulled my thong panties aside and started making little circles over my clit; I spread my legs wider apart. 

I still had my head pressed against the door frame and was peeking around the corner just enough to see the two beautiful young people screwing each other's brains out. Fortunately, he seemed to be engrossed with sucking Kara's left tit which imposed her body between his head and where I stood spying. 

Oh fuck, I thought, they are so hot; and I want a cock so fucking bad!

I thought of just walking in on them and joining in the fun, but I knew as soon as they saw me they'd be terrified that they were both in big trouble and that would spoil everything.

Unless, I thought, I make it completely obvious they were not in trouble and I that I was not angry with them. 

It occurred to me just how I could convey that message and just what I needed to do so that I could have exactly what I so desperately craved without scaring these adorable kids off.

I went back around the corner where I could not be seen by them even if they looked in my direction, and I started to disrobe. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor, and then I unbuttoned my blouse and tossed it down with careless disregard for the fine silk material. I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, and then pulled the straps off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I pulled my thong over my hips and down my legs and stepped out of the panties. I did not remove my sheer black thigh high stockings -- they looked sexy and might help convey the message I wanted to get across.

My heart was thumping hard in my chest and I leaned against the wall which separated me from the young couple that I so urgently wanted to join; and I was terrified. I had never done anything so brazen or as wanton in my entire life as I was then contemplating. I put fingers between my legs and rubbed myself again; perhaps in some odd way, to build my courage. I looked at my body in the mirror which hung on the opposite wall of the hallway and realized I was not at all that bad looking for a mature woman, my age. I've got great legs -- and my black stockings made them look even better. I've got really nice boobs and my figure is still almost as slim as it was before the kids. My blond hair is past shoulder length and as I stood there masturbating and assessing myself in the mirror I realized I should let my hair down. It did not look at all sexy in the bun it had been in all day for work -- so I let it down and it fell below my shoulders and made me look much more provocative.

They kids were still going strong in the living room and I realized it was 'now or never' as they say. I either had to step around the corner or quickly gather up all my cloths and sneak back out to the kitchen and get dressed again. I stepped around the corner.

"Hi kids, do you mind if I join you?" I said as I walked blatantly into the room, nude, but for my sexy stockings.

"Oh shit!" Kara exclaimed as she turned and saw me approaching. She started to get off her boyfriend and I shouted at her.

"No! Stay right there!" 

She froze.

"What's going on?" Her boyfriend said as he relinquished Kara's nipple and looked around her body. "Oh fuck!"

"Both of you remain exactly where you are ... do ... not ... move!" It occurred to me that as an 'adult' -- for surely at their ages, these two young adults still thought of themselves as kids -- I was the authority figure, just like their parents. Kara also knew what good friends her mom and I were, so I knew I could use a little intimidation, at least for awhile, and hopefully get what I wanted and we would all be very very happy in the end.

"Kara, I know this has got to be weird for you, and for you too, whatever your name is." I said.

"His name's Bobby." Kara said. 

"Yeah." He chimed in.

"OK, Bobby ... and Kara ... let me explain. I came in and heard you too and I confess I peeked around the corner and saw you f... ah, making love. Now honey, I haven't had sex in months, so, as I stood watching you both for awhile, it made me so fucking hot that I just couldn't help myself and I, ah ... I started masturbating in the hallway as I watched you. Are you with me so far?

They both just nodded, indicating 'yes', so I continued.

"Well, I just couldn't stand it any longer so I took off my cloths -- as you can clearly see -- and here I am. I am going to ask you for something ... beg if I have to. I want so much to join you ... to ... to have sex with you. But if you're not OK with that, then please ... please, just let me sit here on the sofa next to you, while you two make love, and let me get myself off. Please say it's OK!"

"Oh my gosh.' Kara said in disbelief. "And you're not going tell my mom? And you're not angry with me?"

"Kara, think about it. How could I tell your mom? You'd tell her exactly what I did -- and you've got a witness, biased, but still a witness to back you up. Your mother would never speak to me again." I explained. "And no I'm not angry; I'm just so fucking horny, I can't stand it."

I took a few steps toward them until I stood right next to them. I took Kara's hand and pressed it between my legs.

"Honey, do feel how wet I am. You did that ... you and Bobby."

"Oh my gawd!" Kara, exclaimed. "You are! And I can't believe I'm touching a woman's pus... oh, sorry."

"Pussy ... that's right. Do you like it? Your hand feels so wonderful and I'll tell you a secret Kara ... I've never had a girl touch my cunt before, either. So, we are both exploring new territory here, sweetie." I said to her.

I took her hand and moved it up and down along my slit to stimulate my clit.

"Oh gawd that feels so fucking great." I sighed.

"Oh man ... this is so fuckin' hot ..." Bobby finally let his feelings be known. "Kara, can I touch her tits? Would that be OK with you?" He added.

"Ah ... yeah, I guess so ... this is so weird." Kara said.

Bobby reached up and cupped my breast while I continued to manipulate Kara's hand over my clit. He squeezed and pinched my nipple; my nipples are very sensitive and I adored the way he manipulated me.

"Oh ... that's nice Bobby, and Kara please rub me right there ... it feels so awesome." I told them. "Do you like my tits, Bobby?"

"Oh yeah, and they're bigger than Kara's." He said.

"Oh thanks!" Kara scolded Bobby, and she had a big pout on her lips.

"Whoa ... hold it you two." I said removing Bobby's hand from my breast and Kara's hand from my crouch. 

"We need ground rules. This is not about competition. I know you two must really care for each other and I am not here to steal anyone away from anyone else -- I just want to fuck. Kara, if you're not OK with that, then I'll just go upstairs and find my vibrator and you two can lock up when you're done making love. So what'll be? Can we play together, or not?"

"Hey, I'm cool." Bobby was quick to say ... typical guy. Being with two women at once has got to be every guy's wet dream.

"Sure, I'm fine with that ... and your breasts are larger than mine. Could I feel them too?" She asked.

"Of course, but only if I can feel yours ... and suck on your sweet nipples too." I told her. 

I looked at Bobby whose lips were re-attached to Kara's breast again. 

"That is, assuming we can get Bobby's head out of the way." I said, and laughed.

I took Kara's hand and brought it to my breast. She was much gentler with it than Bobby had been.

"Feels like mine, just bigger." She said. 

"Here, suck on my nipple." I said, leaning over so she could reach my nipple without getting off Bobby's lap. Bobby was starting to thrust into Kara again now that the shock of discovery had passed. 

"Oh honey ... your lips are so nice ... oh oh oh ... I've never had anyone feel so good at my breast before; except my babies, but that was totally different." I said as she licked and sucked my swollen and sensitive nipple into her sweet mouth. After awhile Kara pulled back from me.

"Geeez, now I know why guys are such fanatics about breasts ... that was so awesome ... Mrs. B___." She said.

"Please Kara, its Elizabeth, but you already know that everyone calls me Beth. Please, can I sit next to you and try your breasts?" I asked.

"Sure." She agreed.

I sat on the sofa right next to Bobby as Kara pushed his head away. I took Kara's hand again and guided it between my legs and she found my clit quickly and began rubbing me. I leaned over and ran my tongue around her dark areola while cupping her perfect young breast in my hand. I flicked my tongue over the tip of her rigid bud and heard her moan; whether from me, or from Bobby's cock, I could not tell. Then I sucked her nub of hard flesh into my mouth and savored the taste and feel of her.

"Oh Beth ... I see what you mean ... you're so much gentler than when a guy does it ... oh its so much nicer ... uh uh yes I love that ..." Kara whispered.

I feasted on Kara's breast a while longer and felt a tension building inside me as Kara continued to manipulate my little button. I released Kara's breast and leaned back on the sofa and just let myself go with the intense sensations centered in my sex and I rode the hot chills coursing throughout body. I tensed all over, my tummy clinched, and little mewling sounds escaped from my throat.

"Uh uh uh ... oh gawd ... oh yes yes ..." Kara said, getting off at the same time as her fingers took me over the edge.

Bobby started grunting and groaning and pumping his cock into Kara faster and faster and he erupted into Kara only seconds later. Kara pretty much collapsed on my lap. I lifted her off so she was lying on the sofa next to me and bent over to put my face between her legs. 

Her pussy lips were flush and bright red as the natural response of her body pumping extra blood to the genitals during sex. The scent of her sex was strong and musky as I ever so gently licked her, knowing she would be very sensitive so soon after her climax. Bobby's thick white cum began seeping from her, so went lowered my head and licked it from Kara's lovely cunt -- I've always adored the taste of cum ... can't get enough of having a man unload it in my mouth; but taking it from a girl's warm pussy was even more erotic.

"Hmmmm ... so yummy." I said. Kara heard me.

"You like how I taste?" She asked.

"Oh yes, and Bobby's cum too -- a wonderful ambrosia." I replied.

"Oooooo ... can you share some of his cum with me, I've never tasted cum before." She revealed.

I bent back down and more of Bobby's luscious juices had drained from her. I collected as much as I could and took it up to Kara's mouth and let it drip onto her outstretched tongue.

"Hmmm ... salty ... I like it! Bobby this is your lucky day. Next time I give you a blow job, you can cum in my mouth." She told her boyfriend.

"I never let him do that before 'cause I was afraid it would taste horrible." She told me.

"Cool!" Bobby said.

"Ooooh ... oh oh oh Beth!" Kara shouted because I was licking her clit -- something I'd never done before, but I'd long fantasized about being with another woman. I loved the feel and taste of that sweet young woman and hoped I would have opportunity to explore and expand my new found proclivity, in future. As I thought about it, I knew a few women who went both ways and I made a mental note to reestablish closer ties with my long neglected acquaintances.

Kara came again in just a few minutes. If she was like me - I can have orgasms one after the other just minutes apart - she could keep going all night.

"Hey, ah ... you guys ... don't forget about me over here." Bobby reminded us.

"Kara, is it alright with you if I suck your Bobby's cock?" I wanted make sure I deferred to Kara before doing anything with her boyfriend.

"Sure, but if he comes in your mouth, though, you have to share it with me." She said,

"Bobby if you're about to come, you tell us, so you can shoot in Kara's mouth and then she can share it with me. OK?" I said.

"Yeah." He agreed. 

I shifted around on the sofa so I was kneeling next to, and bending over, Bobby's still stiff cock. I took him in my mouth and felt him twitch as I slid down the length of it. I grasped the base and as my head bobbed up and down his shaft my hand stroked him as well. Bobby was groaning with delight.

All of a sudden, I felt Kara's head between my legs and her tongue lapping at my pussy. She wrapped her arms around my hips and pulled my sex down to her eager head and found my clit again. It wasn't long before I felt myself shudder uncontrollably. My hips started to buck, but Kara held on and kept flicking her tongue over my clit until I cried out in total joy. I had to abandon poor neglected Bobby as I my body buckled and fell like a rag doll on the sofa.

"Did you like that?" Kara asked.

"Oh fuck yes!" I said after a few moments. "I think you need to take over sucking Bobby's cock." I told her. So she did.

Several minutes later I heard Bobby's deep guttural groans as he shot another load, this time directly into Kara's virgin mouth. She did not swallow it but came over to me and placed her lips on mine and Bobby's tasty cum entered my mouth. Our tongues swirled around each other's mouths and we cherished the strong salty taste of Bobby's seed. Our kiss, however, did not end after we'd each swallowed our share of his spunk. We continued to kiss passionately. I was lying on the couch and Kara was kneeling next to the couch bent over me as we kissed. I wrapped my arms around her, and gloried in the feel of her young body, when I felt something warm press against the opening of my pussy. 

Then it filled me completely; Bobby was fucking me while Kara and I explored what it was like to love another woman. It felt so utterly spectacular. I broke off from kissing Kara.

"Oooooo Bobby ... that feels so wonderful ... I haven't had a cock in me for sooooo long."

"Kara's a lot tighter inside, but you still feel real nice." Bobby said. What is it with guys and comparisons, anyway?

"Wait till she's had a few babies, Bobby" I said as he pounded his beautiful cock into me.

Kara slid her hand down my belly and started rubbing my clit again and I was soon on my way to women's wonderland. I felt my cunt squeeze Bobby's cock rhythmically as my pussy muscles contracted over and over on his hard shaft.

As I came back down, I felt him pick up the pace and he slammed me faster and faster until his body was smashing into mine in a frenzy and I came again, and then again, until Bobby let out a mighty groan and with one last tremendous thrust, he exploded inside me.

"My gawd ... that's three times you've cum." I gasped. Kara had a big smile on her face from watching me get so thoroughly fucked. 

"Move over Bobby." Kara said as she stood and moved around to kneel between my legs. I felt her tongue start lapping at my raw pussy. It felt good, not like I was going to cum again, just very pleasant and soothing. She came up and gave me some of her boyfriend's cum and went back for more. After a couple more 'loads' I heard Bobby.

"Hold still baby so I can get it in you." So Kara happily complied and let Bobby fuck her from behind while she kept supping on my pussy. After an appropriate break she worked her way back up to my clit and gave me several more delightful orgasms. I heard Bobby cum again after I don't know how long.

"Do you want to lick Bobby's cum from my pussy again?" Kara asked.

"Oh honey, I'm totally exhausted. But, maybe Bobby would do it and share it with you." I suggested.

So she asked her boyfriend to do that for her.

"No fucking way baby! That's totally fucking gross!" Bobby said; his sensitivity overwhelming us both.

"Oh really? Well Bobby, if it's that gross, then you have cum in my mouth this evening for the first time, and for the last time. If cum is too gross for your mouth, then its too gross for mine!" She told him in no uncertain terms.


Baby Sitter



"OK ... lie down." He said reluctantly. Bobby very tentatively positioned himself between Kara's legs and licked her cunt.

"I want to see it on your tongue and then watch you swallow too!" She ordered.

He lifted his head and showed her a large amount of his own thick white cum on his tongue and then he dutifully swallowed every drop.

"Good boy." Kara said. "Now get some more and bring up here and share it, please." She said, without being bossy so this time. And he did.

"Was it that horrible?" She asked.

"No. In fact, it was sort of cool." He admitted.

At last, everyone was spent -- even Bobby's remarkable endurance had been exceeded.

"You two better get cleaned up and get going; your mom will being wondering where you are." I said. "I think you should shower too before you leave. We all reek of sex." I pointed out.

I took them up to my master bedroom suite that has a huge shower and all three of us fit in with room to spare. We washed each other, taking extra care to make sure each other's private parts were very clean. In the process, Bobby staged a come back, so Kara and I took turns sucking him off until he came one last time -- we were both on our knees and he shot his cum in both our mouths. Kara and I kissed and savored the last load together.

They dressed and left.

I've been using Kara's baby sitting services quite frequently of late. Sometimes Bobby can join her, but not always. Even so, Kara and I have some very good times together.

I approached a few of my friends and have established sexual relationships them. One of the girls showed me her strap-on dildo -- and later fucked me with it in a delightful afternoon get together. She said the problem with dildos is when they enter you they are not warm like a real cock. But, she said, you can soak them in warm water before use and then they feel so lifelike, you can't tell the difference. She showed my where to get my own on the internet and I ordered one. Kara and I use it frequently.

Kara is in college now, but she choose to go to the four year college in town, probably because she didn't want to be away from Bobby ... and maybe I had a little something to do with her decision. Who knows?

The divorce was finalized months ago, but for some reason, I haven't been all that eager to meet other men ... I wonder why?



Baby Sitter's Curiosity



They say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm quite sure that the cat's not the only creature to be done in by a little harmless curiosity. Take me, for instance. I'm a healthy, normal, eighteen year old, and like any young woman I was curious about sex and my effect on men. Like, why should a touch of cleavage turn a boy into a babbling idiot? It was intriguing and funny to watch, but expected. 

It was the unexpected that raised questions in my mind. In my mind is where the questions ought to have stayed.

I had to do a babysitting job one Saturday afternoon. It was one of these odd jobs that crop up every so often. Mrs. Henderson was working in the city for the day and Mr. Henderson had an appointment that he has to go to but he couldn't take the kids, who were out at Little League anyway.

My job was to front up at the Henderson's place, wave goodbye to Mr. Henderson and stick around to take charge of the kids when they were delivered home from Little League. Then I'd just keep an eye on them until one of their parents arrived home.

It was a reasonable warm day and I was dressed comfortably. I had on a nice sundress with a modest neckline. No real cleavage showing. It wasn't as though I was dressed up to vamp anyone. That's why I got a real surprise when Mr. Henderson answered my knock on the door and promptly showed all the signs of babbling idiocy.

He recovered pretty fast, I'll give him that, but for a few moments I could see that I'd got him right between the eyes. I'd have been flattered, but I didn't understand why it had happened. He ushered me in and as I walked into the lounge room I spotted his reflection in the mirror and his hand was down his trousers adjusting his equipment. 

When I turned to face him Mr. Henderson was smiling pleasantly and had lost the babbling idiot look, but I could spot that his trousers were tented. I guess he was hoping I wouldn't notice or, if I did, I'd be too polite to mention it.

Now normally I would have done the polite thing and not noticed. It was the safer way, where most young men are concerned. But I was curious. I mean, he's known me for ages and never had this sort of reaction. Why now? Especially seeing I was dressed quite modestly.

"Is that because of me?" I asked, nodding towards Mr. Henderson's crotch, puzzlement plain in my voice.

He flushed and looked a little irritable that I'd dare to raise the point, but I could tell that it was.

"But why?" I almost wailed. "I didn't do anything." 

He laughed at that. 

"No-one said you did," he told me. "It wasn't really your fault. It's just that when I answered the door the sun was behind you and it effectively turned your dress transparent. I was just startled to have a lovely young woman turn up at my door looking as though she was naked. You'll have to forgive my reaction. It was totally spontaneous."

I couldn't help goggling. Was my dress truly transparent against a strong light? I'd have to watch that. My curiosity was still running wild. One look and Mr. Henderson had an erection? How big an erection? His trousers were noticeably distended. 

I'd had dates with men who had wanted me to make a closer acquaintance with their erection, but I'd always backed away, not really interested. Well, interested, possibly, but cautious. Now my caution seemed to be taking a back seat, possibly because I was looking at Mr. Henderson as safe. I cast another look downwards and then spoke before I had a chance to put my brain into gear.

"Can I see it?" I asked, and could feel myself blushing with horror even as the words left my mouth.

"I am not," said Mr. Henderson, "going to whip out my erection for you to examine. That sort of thing could get me arrested if you took fright. However, if you care to unzip and take a peek, I won't resist."

He had this sort of smirk that seemed to say I just dare you, confident that I wouldn't have the nerve. He was right, of course. No way was I going to undo his zip and take out his cock to look at. I just couldn't do it. Which left me feeling a bit puzzled as to how it was I was standing there holding his erection in my hand.

It left Mr. Henderson looking a bit stunned, too, but he also looked amused. He didn't say anything, just watched while I stroked his cock. I knew in theory what one looked like. I'd seen pictures. Who hasn't? But a picture is a bit different to actually holding a man's cock in your hand, especially when it was fully erect like this. It was hot and it felt awfully hard. 

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say. I stroked his cock, and I'll swear that it seemed to grow hotter and larger. At the same time I found myself getting hotter and I had this funny squirmy feeling low in my tummy. Then it suddenly dawned on me on what I was doing and I snatched my hand way, feeling myself blushing brightly.

I thought that Mr. Henderson would just put it away now that I wasn't touching it. Silly me.

"My turn," he said quietly, and to my surprise he calmly lifted up my dress and started pulling my panties down.

"You can't do that," I protested, but he ignored me, taking my panties right down to my ankles. Then his hands came trailing up my legs. The inside of my legs. If I had the sense God gave a goose I'd have snapped my legs together, but instead I just stood there, watching as his hands rose, stroking the insides of my thighs and then I gave a gasp as one hand closed over my mound and started squeezing it softly.

I looked up at Mr. Henderson's face and he was smiling at me. I'll swear I could see a laugh hidden behind his eyes. I tried to protest but I was distracted when his erection brushed against my hand and my hand seemed to close around it again of its own accord.

I guess my attitude was a little bit 'OK - Fair enough. I touched him first.' Then a finger slid between my lips and Mr. Henderson was exploring inside me. I gave a little squeak at that, which was blandly ignored while fingers were doing terrible things to my insides.

I was so relieved (and a little disappointed) when Mr. Henderson moved his hand away. Both relief and disappointment faded abruptly, being replaced with shock when my sundress was lifted again and this time it was lifted right up and over my head. Before I could say no my bra was undone and being lowered, leaving my breasts free. I naturally expected hands to descend on them but I was fooled again. 

Mr. Henderson just lowered his head and started mouthing my breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth and nipped at it, then I could feel his hot breath on me as he dragged his mouth across to my other breast and started sucking on the nipple.

At the same time that damned hand was covering my mound again, fingers busy slipping between my lips and stroking the softness inside. On top of that I could feel his erection brushing against my tummy. 

Things started going a bit funny about then. Mr. Henderson was kissing me and his hands were on my bottom holding me against him and I was oh so aware of the fact that I was naked and that his cock was wedged between us like a flagpole.

I finally dragged my lips away from his. I was feeling really hot and bothered by that stage.

"I think it's time to call it quits," I managed to gasp, but he just laughed.

"Not quite yet," he told me, and his hands were pressing down on my breasts, squeezing them.

It occurred to me that his hands were pressing down on my beasts, not against them. I was, I found, lying back on the couch, with no idea how I'd actually got there. Mr. Henderson was looming over me, positioned, I noticed, between my legs, with his erection hovering awfully close to my pussy.

"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked, knowing full well what he was doing and not having the faintest idea of how to stop it. Hell, I didn't even know if I wanted to stop it.

"Guess," came the reply, and the head of his cock was being dragged back and forth along my labia, teasing them. I could feel my lips spreading, moving slightly apart, inviting his cock to enter. My permission wasn't being asked for. My pussy was making up its own mind. It had decided the time was right and was yielding quite happily.

I was still hunting for a way to say that perhaps we shouldn't be doing this, or, thank you, but no thank you, when I felt his cock pushing its way past my lips and into me.

I frantically opened my mouth to finally say no but just squealed in surprise as his cock just brushed past my hymen as though it was nothing. One second I was a virgin and the next there was a sting and I was an ex virgin with a hard, hot cock busy making itself at home inside me. 

Protesting at this stage would just be a waste of breath and probably embarrassing for both of us. With Mr. Henderson's cock driving in hard I was committed, so with a little mental shrug and a great deal of curiosity and anticipation and, I'll admit, a little trepidation, I pushed up to meet him. 

That cock of his just seemed to keep on coming and coming. I could feel myself stretching in all directions, trying to accommodate him. I was squeaking and gasping, quite sure that there was just simply too much of him for me to handle, but the more he pushed into me the more I seemed to be able to stretch to take him. Then his groin was rubbing hard against mine and I felt this little thrill of victory to know that I had all of him.

He paused for a moment, looking down at me as though to check that I was OK. I don't know what my face showed but he gave this little grunt of a laugh and seemed to relax slightly. Then the fun and games started.

I hadn't known what to expect. Intellectually I knew what happened, but practically? Ha! All the intellectual knowledge fell by the wayside as soon as that cock popped my cherry. Now I was experiencing the real thing with no real knowledge to help me, only instinct.

Instinct works, let me tell you. Mr. Henderson started moving on me, pulling back and then driving back into me, and I was with him from the first stroke. He pushed down into me and I pushed up hard against him, accepting him into me and wanting more. I needed him in me, my legs rising and closing around him, and I was flexing my muscles to draw him in harder and faster.

It was exciting, enthralling, driving me wild. It just seemed to go on and on. All I was really aware of was this cock inside me, charging back and forth, raising all sorts of weird and wonderful feelings. My mind had switched itself off, and my body was in full control, bucking hard beneath Mr. Henderson's wonderful bludgeoning. 

I was gasping and making little squealing sounds as I was taken on the ride of my life. Not the last, either, you can be sure of that. I was clinging and bucking and pleading, wanting more. No matter what was happening I wanted more. 

And I got it. Mr. Henderson was lunging into me harder and harder, building up a real head of steam as he took me, apparently determined to make the most of a rare opportunity. If I'd stopped to consider it I guess I'd have thought that the whole thing would be over in a few minutes. If that was the case then they were the longest minutes I've ever known. I didn't think he was ever going to stop, and that was fine by me.

I was squealing loudly by this stage, tossing my head from side to side, while my hips bounced frantically under Mr. Henderson's exquisite attentions. The strangest feelings were welling up inside me, with my nerves seeming to be getting tighter and tighter.

Then Mr. Henderson was speeding up. I hadn't thought it possible, but if happened. He was pounding in harder than ever and I could hear him gasping with effort, then he gave this groan and I felt a hot surge of something deep inside me. A hot mass splashed deep into me and I just gave up the ghost. 

I screamed and I could feel myself clamping hard around that cock, trying to hold it and squeeze it, and then my wound up tensions all gave way together, rolling over me in an emotional flood.

I just lay there, quivering and feeling, letting these wonderful sensations have their way with me, unable to do anything else.

When I came to I was lying on the couch, naked. Mr. Henderson was fully dressed and apparently just waiting for me to wake up properly. He just smiled at me and said he'd love to stay and chat for a while but he really had to get going to make his appointment. The kids were due home in the next half hour. Either he or his wife would be back by six, so don't worry about making the kids tea. 

Then he kissed me and shot through. Me, I staggered into the bathroom for a good shower, dressed and just sank back onto the couch, feeling slightly stunned. My whole body was alive and glowing, mind you. Only my wits were stunned. What the hell was I supposed to say the next time I saw Mr. Henderson? And what did I do if he wanted an encore? The way I felt right now, I'd probably give it to him.



Baby Sitter's Desire



Author's Note: All characters who are sexually involved in this work of fiction are at least 18 years old. 

*

On a warm Friday night, Aaron Johnson drove home, frustrated, from his date with the bosomy new data entry clerk from the place where he worked. Rachel had been flirting with him from her first day there and, when she eagerly accepted his offer of dinner and a show, he thought he had close to a sure thing. Alas, 'twas not to be. After he took her home and tried to kiss her by the front door, she turned her face away from him so his lips barely grazed her cheek, smiled, said "goodnight" and closed the door in his face. It was not the first time he had been shot down since his wife had walked out on him and probably wouldn't be the last but was very likely the most aggravating so far. 

It had been an expensive dinner too, and he still had to pay Cleo, the pretty young baby sitter. He did not begrudge that. He was quite fond of her because she did a good job of taking care of Noah, his four year old son and she needed the money because she was going to college and needed to pay her way. Aaron knew she worked hard and he was glad to help if he could because, besides that and being very pretty, she was a really sweet girl and his son loved her. 

Aaron unlocked the front door to his apartment and called out "Hello, Cleo? I'm back." He wanted to let her know who had just come in the door but he didn't want to wake up his son, who should have been fast asleep by that time. While waiting for her to join him, he removed his shoes and socks. 

Cleo, also barefoot, came from the kitchen and greeted him. "Hi, Aaron. I didn't expect you 'til a lot later. Did you get shot down?" 

"Yeah, I'm afraid so. What is it you girls want, anyhow? And how is Noah?" 

Cleo smiled at him. She knew what she wanted, which was to get Aaron into bed so they could fuck each other's brains out and she couldn't imagine why his wife and the bitch who had rebuffed him that night wouldn't feel the same way about him. He was quite handsome, tall and dark-haired with regular features, including dark brown eyes. The man of her dreams was slightly older than she, about 25 years compared to her twenty but she considered that to be not enough to make a difference. 

Suddenly, it occurred to her that she would very probably never get a better chance to fulfil her wish than that very night. It was still relatively early; his son was sleeping soundly and he was probably horny and a bit frustrated at striking out earlier. She moved closer, smiled up at him and took his arm in her hand. 

"Noah is sleeping like a little angel. I don't know about those other girls but I'll show you what I want. Are you really interested in finding out?" 

He didn't answer so, gently but firmly, she tugged on his arm, leading Aaron into what she knew to be his bedroom. She had been in the room earlier in the evening, fantasizing about what she and Aaron would do on the double bed if the opportunity ever arose. She believed it might have finally arisen that night and was determined to take advantage of it while she could. Cleo stopped beside that same bed and moved in close with her arms around him looking up at his visage with adoration in her eyes. 

Aaron had never been a man who was skilled at interpreting signals sent out by women, even including his former wife. He had been wrong about Rachel but he had no doubt what Cleo's actions toward him meant. He wrapped his arms around the diminutive brunette and, as he did, he realized she was far prettier than the woman he had dated earlier that evening, with creamy white skin, green eyes and dark brown hair. She felt really good in his arms too, soft and warm and pliant. His biggest surprise was the way he could feel the erect nipples of her breasts through her thin t-shirt and the second biggest was the way her soft lips were puckered as if waiting for his kiss. 

He did not make her wait any longer and pressed his lips onto hers. When he felt her tongue seeking entry into his mouth, he couldn't deny it, and sent his own out to meet it. While they kissed, he ran his hands down her slender body, feeling the flare of her hips. He moved in more closely so his hands could cup the soft cheeks of her curvy ass and was elated at the way she ground her hot pussy against him. 

"C'mon," she whispered as she climbed onto the bed. Aaron followed her avidly and Cleo turned to face him. 

They embraced each other and kissed while they knelt and, this time, when their lips separated, she started to unbutton his shirt. Aaron waited until she was done and turned his back to her so she could slip it off his shoulders and toss it onto the floor. When they faced each other again, Aaron, not wanting to be outdone, took hold of the bottom hem of Cleo's t-shirt and tugged it up over her head. She raised her arms; he pulled it off the rest of the way and added it to the growing pile of clothing while she continued kneeling in front of him. 

On a warm night such as that one and wanting to be as comfortable as she could, Cleo had not worn a bra and Aaron stared at her bare breasts. They were rather small but perfectly formed and either of them was topped with a cute pink nipple. 

"Your breasts are really beautiful," he told her. 

Aaron realized then that not only were her breasts beautiful but everything else about her was too. With utmost gentleness, he held one of the twin beauties in either hand and admired her small, pink nipples which he already knew were fully erect. He bent down to kiss one of the little cuties and then the other and that was fabulous too. 

"Thank you," she said. "Now, sit down and let me show you what I can do." 

He sat on the edge of the bed and Cleo immediately knelt in front of him and reached for his belt buckle. She unfastened that and the button under it and pulled down the zipper on his fly. When she started to tug on his pants, he rose partly from the bed and Cleo pulled them down around his hips and all the way off, leaving Aaron wearing just his boxer shorts. 

His cock was erect and poking through the fly of those shorts and Cleo drew in her breath in delight when she saw it. Her sexual experience was still limited to a few boyfriends and none of them had possessed a dick as big as the one she was gazing upon. She kissed the head, unsnapped the fasteners at his waist and pulled the last article of clothing down and off and tossed it on top of his pants and shirt and her t-shirt. 

Somewhat gingerly, Cleo reached out and held the stiff shaft in her hand and leaned forward to lick around the head, the way one of her former partners had taught her. No complaint was forthcoming so she applied her tongue to the rest of the head, reveling in the velvety texture. Wanting much more, Cleo rose up higher so she could take the end into her mouth, cuddling it with her lips while still licking. She looked up at Aaron to see if he was enjoying what she was doing, and saw he was leaning back and smiling so she continued taking his dick farther into her mouth. 

He had been sucked off before, usually grudgingly by his wife, but Aaron had never had his cock in such a beautiful and gentle place as the warm chamber of pleasure Cleo was providing. She looked up at him with her lovely green eyes and he smiled back, hoping she would continue. He was overjoyed when she did, especially because she continued looking up at him adoringly with those beautiful eyes. 

Encouraged by the lack of any objection, Cleo continued to take the hard shaft between her lips until the head was against the back of her mouth. She had heard about "deep throat" but had never learned how to do it and hoped the man sitting above her would not object to the lack. Her tongue was still active, curling around the stiff organ in her mouth and licking the underside as she slowly raised her face until just the head remained in her between her lips. Once again the pretty brunette looked up at Aaron, seeking his approval for what she was doing. 

"That feels great, Sweetheart. I love what you're doing." 

Elated with his approval and, especially, with the term of endearment, Cleo lowered her mouth and enveloped as much of his cock as she could. At first, she had started sucking Aaron off because she thought he would want her to but, as she continued slowly moving her head up and down, she realized how great it felt to her too. His cock was thick enough to spread her lips pleasurably but not enough to cause her any pain. The length, as much as she could take, seemed to fill her mouth perfectly and she continued providing sexual delight to him and to herself. As she stroked him between her lips, she became more and more aroused and could feel her juices trickling from her pussy.

While continuing to suck him off, Cleo looked up at the man above her and was overjoyed with what she saw. His body was squirming on the bed and grimaces of pleasure were flickering across his handsome face. Everything about what she was doing was a thrill to her and the best part might have been the fact that Aaron was letting her set a pace that was comfortable for her. Unlike some of the boys whose dicks she had sucked, he was not clutching her face and ramming his cock into her until she felt as if she would choke on it. The lovely young woman continued sucking his cock at her own speed and reveled in how much fun she was having and how wet her panties were getting, especially when his hard shaft began to throb inside her mouth. 

"Sweetheart, I'm ready to come," Aaron warned her. 

Briefly, Cleo wondered what to do. Until then, she had always finished a blow job with her hand but this was Aaron she was sucking off. What she very much wanted was to have him come into her mouth. And for her to have a chance to swallow his juices. She had never done either of those things for anybody but it was what she wanted to do for Aaron. With that in mind, Cleo tightened her lips on the hard shaft and started sucking faster. 

"I'm coming!" he blurted out and a big wad of semen landed on her tongue. 

To her surprise, it was delicious! Cleo continued stroking with her lips and was rewarded with two more big gushes of his semen. Carefully, she removed Aaron's cock from between her lips and held it upright while she swirled the viscous fluid in her mouth, relishing the meaty, slightly salty taste until she let it slip down her throat. Cleo wanted more of the treat so she licked it off his shaft, which was still hard, and from under the ridge until she had everything. This mouthful was treated the same as the first had been. 

The blow job was through but Cleo hoped her time with Aaron would continue. "Did you like that?" she asked, while smiling up at him. 

"Very much. It was really terrific. Now I want to do the same for you." 

When he said that, Cleo realized he wanted to eat her pussy! Nobody had ever done that for her but some of her friends had told her how it was a fantastic sensation and she had always wanted to experience it herself. 

"I'd like that. Tell me what you want me to do." She licked her lips to get the last few drops of his cum.

"Just lie on the bed here with a pillow under your head." 

She was still wearing her shorts and the panties that were soaked with her juices so she started to remove them before getting onto the bed. 

Aaron stopped her. "Let me take care of that later. It'll be more fun that way for both of us." 

The semi-nude Cleo climbed onto the bed and nestled her head in a pillow that smelled of Aaron's sweat. He knelt beside her and leaned over to kiss her fully on her mouth, not caring about whatever semen might still be covering her lips. From there, he kissed his way down her throat and to her breasts, where he stopped and cupped one of the twin beauties in his hand. As he fondled the lovely mound, Aaron marveled at how soft and supple it was and how good the flesh felt in his hand. 

He bent over one of the beautiful orbs and started licking the nipple. He had kissed her breasts earlier and had been surprised at their firmness but, by that time, the cute pink nubbin was like a pebble against his tongue. Avidly, Aaron switched his tongue back and forth between Cleo's luscious breasts and they were the most delightful he had ever licked. 

As great as they felt, there was something else that was urging him to go lower on her body with his mouth. Her panties had been wet earlier but her juices had, since then, soaked through her shorts too and their fragrance was more alluring than anything he had ever known. Starting with the cleft between her breasts, he licked and nuzzled and kissed his way down Cleo's slender body until he reached the waist of her shorts. He could see they were held up by a row of buttons on the side so he quickly unfastened them. Wanting her to be as naked as he, Aaron moved down on the bed and inserted his hands in the waistbands of the shorts and of her panties. 

Cleo was becoming more excited by the second but she knew what to do next. Placing her feet flat on the mattress with her knees bent, she raised herself from the bed so he could pull the last of her clothing down and around her ass. She straightened her legs out and the shorts and panties were peeled all the way down her legs and off around her feet. Completely naked and anticipating what Aaron would do next, she eagerly lay on the bed with her head nestled in the pillow. 

It didn't take long to find out what the man of her dreams wanted. He got off the bed and back on at the foot and walked on his knees to where she waited. Cleo raised her legs and spread them and Aaron ducked under to let them rest on his shoulders while he wrapped his arms around her thighs. His face was no more than inches away from her bare, wet pussy and she hoped he liked what he smelled and saw. 

She needn't have worried because Aaron considered the pussy before his face to be the most beautiful he had ever seen and the aroma to be more appealing than anything he could remember. Cleo watched as he lowered his face to her crotch and she quivered in joy when she felt his tongue licking the insides of one thigh and then the other. She was even more thrilled when that same giver of delights started up her crotch and she knew he was lapping up all the juices she had been producing since he returned, unsatisfied, from his date with the bitch and she made the decision to try to join him in his bed. 

Her body was already squirming in joy when she saw his head move slightly, followed by one of the most exciting things that had ever happened to her. The magical pleasuring organ started slowly licking upward and she could tell it was between an inner lip and an outer one. Currents of intense pleasure were rippling through her body and, when he turned his head slightly and she felt his tongue probing between the lips, her pussy started humping up into his face. 

"Oh, Aaron, that feels so wonderful. Please don't stop," she beseeched him. 

He didn't answer, nor did she expect him to say anything. His mouth was far too busy giving pleasure to himself and to her for him to interrupt himself for anything as pointless as talking. Aaron's mouth continued on its slow journey between her lips but Cleo was unable to see it for she was no longer watching the progress of his head. Her eyes were closed in bliss and her mouth was partially open as her body writhed on the bed and her head tossed back and forth on the pillow. 

After reaching the end of the inner lip, Aaron stopped briefly and raised his head to see if his ministrations were having the desired effect. One of the things he liked most about sex was giving pleasure to a lovely woman and that night was one of the most pleasurable ever. He was eating the pussy of a truly beautiful young woman and he could see she was well on her way to having a powerful orgasm. When he lowered his eyes he also noted how her clit had crowded most of the way out from behind its protective hood. 

Cleo noticed the brief pause but, before she could check on the reason, she felt Aaron's tongue lapping at her crotch again, sending more currents of joy rippling through her body. She knew when he had finished licking off her juices because she felt his pleasuring tongue meandering upward again, this time on her other pair of pussy lips. Cleo was close to coming and she knew it so she completely gave herself over to the exquisite pleasure she was getting from Aaron's mouth. 

He was having a terrific time too. Cleo easily had the most outstanding pussy he had ever eaten, with its beauty, aroma, flavor and the way it felt when he caressed her with his tongue. However, the best part was the way the lovely young woman was responding to his ministrations. By the time he reached the end of the second pair of lips, her body was thrashing about on the bed and her pussy was ramming up against his mouth while her hips were swiveling under his face, thrusting her legs out and back past his head. When he looked, Aaron noted her clit had pushed its way completely clear of its protective hood and he knew the time had arrived to bring her to an orgasm.

If Aaron had asked, Cleo would have agreed wholeheartedly. She gasped out loud when she felt his lips enfolding her clit and his mouth starting to suck. Her movements, wild already, grew even more erratic when she felt his tongue caressing the sensitive and swollen morsel inside his mouth. 

"Oh, my god! That's so great!" she sang out joyfully and, seconds later, when her climax began to overwhelm her, she cried out again, more loudly and ecstatically. 

Cleo's reflexes took over and she clamped her thighs onto the head of the man who was bringing her to such an incredible peak of pleasure. Her hands buried themselves in Aaron's tousled hair while she bounced up and down on the bed, ramming her pussy up into his face. Cleo's hips continued swiveling but she was gripping him so tightly, Aaron was being yanked from side to side on the bed. He continued clinging to her thighs and enjoying the wild ride while his tongue and lips did not cease providing joy to her and to himself. 

After two of the greatest minutes in the lives of either of them, her climax inundated her. Cleo's back arched and all her muscles clenched as the excited young beauty jammed her pussy against Aaron's face for a final time. After her orgasm, she relaxed completely, releasing the head her legs had been holding prisoner and letting go of his hair. He took advantage of the opportunity to lick every drop of the delicious fresh honey from her thighs, crotch and pussy lips before backing away and letting Cleo's legs drop onto the bed. 

He was in a hurry to retrieve something from his pants. Aaron went to where his clothing had been left in a pile and, from the pocket, removed a new three-pack of condoms. He had optimistically hoped to use at least one of them with Rachel but, by then, he was glad she had dissed him. Lying on his bed was a young woman who was about a million times more desirable than the skank he had been out with earlier that night. As he made haste back to the bed, he rolled a condom onto his cock. 

Cleo was still lying on her back with her eyes closed and her legs spread but, when she felt Aaron climbing back onto the bed, she opened her eyes and smiled at him. Her smile grew even wider when she saw his hard dick in its covering of latex and spread her legs farther apart and opened her arms in welcome. Seconds later, he was on his knees between her legs again, this time holding his cock in his right hand and aiming it at her waiting pussy. 

While he was leaning toward her and supporting his weight on his left hand, Cleo reached down and parted her pussy lips. She was extremely wet there, from fresh juices dripping from her and because Aaron had licked the honey from every part of her pussy except the pink hole that had produced it. As he loomed closer, she smiled up at him, a little nervous because had never had her pussy stuffed by a cock as big as the one that was just inches away. 




Baby Sitter's Desire



She felt the hard, latex-covered cock head press against the fingers holding her lips apart and she felt it move up and down, spreading her plentiful juices. When the head returned to nestle between her fingers again, Cleo whispered "Right there! Give it to me right there." 

She got what she wanted. The thick head wedged between her fingers and into the wet pink hole beyond. A brief burst of pain shot through her body from the sudden unaccustomed stretching but it was immediately replaced by a greater feel of joy and an all-encompassing sense of well-being, as if she were in the perfect place at the perfect time. 

Aaron saw the brief grimace on her face and halted his penetration. "Did that hurt?" he asked her. 

"No. No, not at all. It feels really wonderful. Please don't stop." 

Still holding his cock in one hand to guide it, he continued. With Aaron's next stroke, almost an inch of his hard shaft plowed its way into Cleo's pussy. She sighed in bliss and nestled her head more deeply into the pillow, savoring the intense pleasure of Aaron's hard dick stuffing her pussy. After his next firm push, he no longer needed to guide his cock so he leaned closer and placed his right hand beside Cleo's smiling face. 

While his cock burrowed in more deeply, she felt it surging into her and raised her legs, wrapped them around Aaron's thighs and thrust back to meet him. The greatest rolling wave of bliss swept through her body and Cleo moaned in pleasure. Most of the thick shaft was imbedded in her pussy and she raised her arms in invitation. He responded by sliding his hands under her shoulders and lowering himself until their faces were close enough for them to share a long, soulful kiss. She could taste her juices around his mouth but Cleo was too enamored to care about that. 

The next stroke was just as good, as were the one after that and the many that followed. Wave after wave of immense pleasure swept through Cleo's body and she could feel her climax mounting. Her orgasm from having her pussy eaten had been the most fantastic sexual experience in her life but the next one she would achieve promised to be even better. 

Besides the way she her pussy was responding to Aaron's long, deep strokes, her body was rocking from side to side and her eyes were closed in bliss while her head tossed back and forth on her pillow. As they had before, her hips were swiveling but, instead of her legs thrashing uncontrollably, they kept a tight grip on the man above her, jerking his body around with her movements. 

There was something important Cleo wanted to say to Aaron so she briefly forced the movements of her head to cease and placed her lips as close to his ear as she could. "I love you," she whispered. 

Aaron was taken aback. Nobody had said that to him in years, especially not his wife. Suddenly, he knew how he felt about Cleo and about what she had just said. "I love you too," he whispered back to her. 

After hearing the words she had waited so long to hear, she tightened her legs and hands onto the man who had just said them and nuzzled her lips against his face. Their coupling continued but it seemed to take on new dimension. Cleo felt so much better about finally telling Aaron how she felt about him and her movements became more frantic under the body of her lover. 

As he continued plunging his cock jn and out of the tight pussy under him, Aaron came to realize what he had said was the absolute truth; he really did love the sweet and lovely girl who was sharing his bed. That night, for the first time in years, he was making love with a woman, not just having sex with her, as he expected to be doing with Whatever-her-name-is from the office. Rather than being pissed off at her as he had been earlier, he realized she had done him a huge favor. 

Aaron and Cleo continued making slow, beautiful love while their climaxes mounted inside their bodies. Her hands were lovingly caressing his back and sides when she whispered in his ear "I'm almost ready to come, Sweetheart." 

"Me too. I'll hold back so you can come first." 

"Why don't we try to come together?" 

"That's even better." 

Aaron increased the speed of his strokes and changed the angle slightly so his cock and Cleo's clit would massage each other more fully. She noticed the change and matched his pace while whimpering more loudly in pleasure. A minute later, she whispered that she was ready to come. 

He increased the pace again. "Yes! My god," she sang out as her climax started to overwhelm her body. Her fingernails were well-trimmed and Aaron was glad of that because her hands stopped stroking his back and dug into the muscles. The movements of Cleo's legs became even more strenuous and she jerked her lover all over the bed for as long as she was coming. 

Aaron's climax had been ready to explode and his lover's coming was enough to force the eruption, he gave a soft grunt and a burst of his cum shot out into his condom. He didn't stop with the one spurt but continued driving his cock into the extremely active pussy under him. 

When her orgasm inundated her with a tsunami of joy, Cleo cried out loudly and ecstatically as all her muscles clenched and her back arched, driving her pussy against the man who had brought about that glorious event. Within seconds of her climax, Aaron ejaculated into his condom for the third and final time and was through coming. After their fabulous simultaneous climaxes, Aaron and Cleo lay in a tired and happy pile, kissing and whispering how great their first love-making had been. 

"That was just perfect," she said. I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm glad you liked it. It was pretty terrific for me too." 

When his cock softened and slipped out of Cleo's pussy, he got off her and they lay face to face, still marveling about what a fabulous time they had enjoyed together. Finally, she interrupted their reverie on a less than happy note. 

"I suppose I'd better get dressed and go home." However, she made no move to do so and continued lying with her naked body pressed against Aaron's equally unclothed form. 

"What for?" he asked. "Why don't you stay here tonight and we can do the same thing in the morning?" 

That settled it for Cleo. She snuggled even closer to Aaron and kissed him, before turning her back so they could cuddle in the spoon position with his hands cupping her breasts. They fell asleep like that with beautiful thoughts and dreams of what the next day and many more after that would hold for them.



Baby Sitting



This is a true story though the names and places have been changed. To ensure that the younger generation appreciate the sensuality of the incident, I am giving a précis of the mores, prevalent at the time.

In the sixties in the U.K. there were few "enlightened men" who believed that women were entitled to enjoy sex as much as the males did. It was quite common, for girls to remain virgins, until their marriage and married women never to have had an orgasm even though they were mothers of children. 

A frequent scenario in the households was of the husband coming home from the pub, slightly drunk, taking his wife to bed, kissing her roughly, putting a finger into her vagina, wiggle it around then get on top and literally use her body as a masturbating machine. Should the wife actually begin to feel aroused, providing the husband could last long enough she might climax. The others lay there frustrated and the more daring actually played with themselves, an extremely rare occurrence as it was "not the nice thing to do." 

My story began when I was an innocent young man of 18. My very first girl friend, who was almost four years older than me though still a virgin and I taught each other about sex. It was mainly by trial and error but we had a little help from a pseudo medical book, (soft porn masquerading as a guide to married folk on the joys of sex). I remember the book well; in one chapter it described 10 different positions of how to "do it". We tried all 10 positions, in one glorious day when we had her house to ourselves, (her parents had taken a vacation and we had the house to our selves. Wasn't my prick sore at the end of it. 

I learned a lot though, especially on how to give pleasure to a woman and of course all those little areas in the body that made a woman more willing to engage in the sex act. Over the next two to three years we practiced and how.

My girl friend and I split up and we both moved on to pastures new. Judging by the stories that I heard about her, when I returned home to visit my folks, she certainly expected a lot more from her man than a quick knee trembler. I believe that one of her extra marital affairs led to an ambulance having to be called. Her paramour suffered a mild heart-attack, whilst making love to her. That must be another story though. 

I joined the RAF and found that my experience with my older girl friend made me pay attention to the more mature females, (at that time mature for me, was anyone over 26). Invariably this brought a number of married women into play and play I did and kept learning on how to please a woman. 

Eventually I met "Miss Right" and after about a year we got married. I was posted abroad and my wife had to stay behind in the U.K. until I managed to arrange accommodation for her. I'm afraid I gave in to temptation a number of times in the six months that we were apart. When she joined me it was to share a one bedroomed flat in a small German town. The ex-pat community all RAF personnel and their families, were very sociable and parties were de rigueur. These parties were quite innocent and mainly used for the wives to get to know each other. The men worked with one another at the camp but the wives, few of whom spoke German looked to each other for socialising and of course baby sitting.

It was at one of these parties that I met Meg; she was the wife of a workmate and was absolutely stunning. She was an Anglo- Indian, about five feet six tall, slim with a beautiful figure though small breasted, a B cup I guessed. One would never have guessed that she had three young children. Her legs were long and curved in exactly the right places, with hips that swelled out just perfectly and her derriere looked good enough to eat. Her features were finely shaped, perfectly proportioned and in my opinion put together in exactly the right way. Her mouth was voluptuous with full deep red lips and startlingly white teeth. Her eyes were dark brown ovals that lit up when she smiled. To cap it all, her hair was shoulder length and jet black. You can tell I was smitten. We met frequently and she and my wife became good friends, we baby sat for each other and her kids liked "Uncle Bill"

Things started to go sour between my wife and me and after about nine months we separated, not too amicably, and she went home to her mother. I moved back in to the sergeant's mess as a single man. Naturally I maintained my friendly relationships with the families that we had socialised with and became number 1 choice of baby sitter for a few of them.

I started dating, initially it was single women, relatives visiting, female staff, a couple of local girls and then one night, at a married quarters party, given by one of my friends, I met a married woman whose husband was away on a training course. Sue had been persuaded to come to the party by my friends, knowing that I would be able to pair up with her, not in any mischievous way but as a dance/games partner, (they always played silly games at parties in those days). Sue and I hit it off and enjoyed one anothers company, so much so that I offered to escort her home to check on her children, she lived about a quarter of a mile away.

When we got to her house everything was OK and she offered me a drink, I accepted and as things go, when there is drink around and a man and a woman who liked each other, I made a pass. It was just a comment on how good she looked and how kissable her lips were. Sue invited me to go ahead 

I was sitting in an armchair and pulled her onto my knee, I took her face in my hands and gently kissed the side of her mouth, I kept on placing featherlight kisses around her lips, her cheeks, her eyes, her ears and her neck. Sue was obviously enjoying the sensation so I covered her mouth with mine. Initially she kept her lips closed, I pressed my tongue against them and she relented. Her lips parted and my tongue slipped into her mouth and teased the tip of her tongue, "French kissing" was considered to be risqué in those days. 

We were kissing for a while when I placed my hand on her breast outside of her dress, Sue didn't object so I gently played with her nipple, that I could feel hardening even through the fabrics of her dress and bra. I undone first one then two and continued until her dress was open to her waist. I caressed her breast over the bra and slipped my free hand around her back and unclipped it. Sue made a small gesture to stop me but replaced her arm around my head almost immediately. 

I was able to push the loose bra up off her nipples and I began to tease and tweak first one then the other until they were both hard nubs of ridged flesh. When I bent down and took one into my mouth, Sue moaned and when I took one between my teeth and gently bit it she whispered;

"Oh yes Bill, that's nice please don't stop."

Encouraged I continued nipping her nipples with my teeth and flicking them with my tongue, I placed my hand on her knee and slowly moved it up her thigh, caressing her leg in small circular motions. Sue pulled my head tightly against her breast when my fingers reached her naked flesh above her stocking tops, brushing against the material guarding her vagina. I allowed my hand to pass over her mound up to her belly then back down to her thighs. I knew that it was having the effect that I wanted as her breathing had become shallower and she had opened her legs wider allowing me freer access to that spot that she wanted me to touch. 

She was trembling with sensations that she had never felt before and gasped out loud when I slid my finger under her panties and into her wet slit. I penetrated into her vagina and ran my finger onto her clit, she shuddered and clutched me even harder, and her hips were bucking in passion as she tried to achieve satisfaction.

I stopped kissing her breasts and looked into her eyes, smouldering with lust.

"Do you want to be fucked?" I whispered.

The use of this word shocked her, people never said things like that especially to women. It also thrilled her, she knew that she was not behaving properly; she was allowing me liberties that only her husband had been privileged to before this night. That I was "talking dirty" to her only made it more erotic. She said nothing but shyly nodded her head in agreement.

She then surprised me by taking me by the hand and leading me into her bedroom, fortunately this was on the ground floor, away from the children's room. Once inside she stripped off her dress and removed the undone bra. She stood there nervously, I wolf-whistled softly and sank to my knees in front of her. When my mouth closed onto her panties covered pussy she quickly stuffed her hand over her mouth to stifle the shriek that she had started. My lips and tongue teased her lower lips and I pushed some of the material into her crevice. Sue put her hands into my hair and pulled my head tightly into her groin; I reached up and slowly pulled her panties down to her ankles, my lips and tongue had free access to her vagina and I lost no time in thrusting my tongue as deeply into her as I could. I tasted the juices seeping out of her lips and down her thighs and my chin. I moved to her clit and lashed the engorged bud, pushing out of its protective sheath. I took it between my lips and sucked and licked at it, I ran two fingers into her pussy. Sue's shuddering was such that I could hardly keep my mouth on her centre of enjoyment and as her breathing quickened I heard her moan and she fell away onto the bed.

I took the opportunity to strip off and my prick stiffened as I looked at this attractive woman, spreadeagled on the bed, her black nylon stockings and black garter belt framing her inflamed vagina. I moved to her and pushed a couple of fingers into her dripping cunt; she looked at me and said;

"Fuck me Bill please fuck me."

Kneeling between her thighs I placed the tip of my penis at the entrance to her vagina and thrust it deep into her body. I plunged in until my pubic hairs met with hers. We began to move in unison; Sue's hip rising up to meet mine as I thrust down onto and into her.

"God yes, God this is good oh God I'm coming again." She groaned. 

I felt her trembling and she almost bucked me off as her body arched up in her ecstasy.

I withdrew from within her and turned her onto her belly, without giving her time to wonder, I mounted her from the back, doggy style and began to plunge my prick deep into her willing body. In this position I was able to reach round to her front and used my fingers to stimulate her clit.

Sue's juddering grew more frantic as she felt wave after wave of electric like shocks of pleasure invade her body, racing from her clitoris. Sue experienced orgasm after orgasm as my prick raved her vagina and my fingers her clitoris.

I could feel my climax building and said; 

"I'm coming Sue, I'm coming."

"Pull out Bill, pull out, you have no protection." She pleaded.

I pulled out and turned her over, putting my prick between her tits I thrust it up and down a couple of times and my thick hot sperm jetted over her breasts and chin, some hit her open mouth and she surprised me by swallowing it.

I sank down onto the bed beside her; she looked at me and said.

"Thank you that is the first time that I have had an orgasm in my life. Where did you learn such tricks. I have read of men kissing and licking women down there, but never expected you to do it?"

In the resulting conversation I learned that her husband fucked her once a week, on Saturdays provided she did not have her period. He came home drunk, got on top of her pushed it in a couple of times, shot his load, rolled off and went to sleep.

We remembered that we were expected back at the party so hurriedly cleaned ourselves up, dressed and scooted back. Our hostess, my friend Pauline grinned knowingly and asked whether we had got lost or something.

That experience with Sue had some very strange repercussions, a few weeks later, at a squadron dance. I had started dancing with the current girl friend and found that it was a sort of Paul Jones dance where everyone changed partners when the music changed. I found myself dancing with one of my new colleague's wife who was a stranger to me. It was a slow waltz and as we introduced ourselves, during the first few steps, she made a strange remark on hearing my name; she said

"Not THE Bill Thomas?"

Laughing I enquired as to what she meant by, "THE Bill Thomas? " I was astonished when she informed me that her friend Sue had told her all about our session and even more flabbergasted when she offered the opportunity to show her if I was as good as Sue had said. Needless to say a date was made and she had the opportunity to make her own mind up.

Shortly after this I was asked by Meg to show her cousins around the local area. This came about because I was one of the few friends who had a car and who had no family ties. Her cousins were coming over for a few weeks the following month. I agreed and took some annual vacation to ensure that I would be available. What I didn't know was that Meg's cousins were two teenage beauties and after their visit I was sorry that I hadn't booked more time off to recover, they were HOT.

Believe it or not this story to date is just to set the scene for my baby sitting tale. Meg and her husband asked me to stay over one weekend and baby sit their three children on the Saturday as they wanted to visit an exhibition in a town about 150 miles away. It would mean them leaving very early in the morning, hence the invitation to stay. I agreed and drove to their house on the Friday night, we had a few drinks together and I got up with them as they left on Saturday morning. All day Saturday, the kids and I messed around. Jan was the eldest at 5, her brother Pete was 4 and the baby of the family Mike was 3 years old.

We were playing hide and seek and Jan had gone into her parent's room and had hidden in a clothes closet. I had heard her giggling as she tried to fool me and started looking around the room, carefully avoiding the closet until the very last. I pretended to give up and Jan came out of the closet. She was wearing some of her mother's underwear, over her own clothes. I laughed at her and made her take them off. 

When I went to put them back in the closet I received one hell of a shock. On one of the shelves there was a pink coloured dildo, it was made of a hard rubber and shaped like a normal penis. On the same shelf was some very sexy underwear. Items that were extremely rare in those days, I got a hard on looking at them and imagining Meg wearing them. The thought of her using the dildo almost made me come in my pants. I wondered what sort of sex life that she and Tom had. 

Later that evening after I had put the kids to bed I went back into the master bedroom and looked around. Meg was obviously heavy into sexy undies, she must have bought some of them in the red light districts, split crotch panties, peek-a-boo bras, items that were never advertised in those days. Making sure that everything was as I had found it I went to the lounge and waited for Tom and Meg to return.

I heard Tom's car pull up and went to the door. Meg came walking towards me, the strong lights behind her made her white skirt seem transparent and I saw the full length of her legs in silhouette, once more I felt my penis harden. We went inside and after coffee went off to bed. 

The phone ringing woke me up, I looked at my watch and saw that it was only 4: AM, I heard Tom say to Meg that he was wanted on the base to cover for sickness. I went back to sleep and was woken up by young Jan and Pete jumping on me demanding that I get up and play with them. I rose, showered and got dressed. Megs had a cup of coffee ready for me when I got down to the lounge. She still had a robe on and when she sat, it parted to reveal a black silk night gown. I looked everywhere but at her body, I did not want to ruin our friendship by making an unwelcome pass. We finished the coffee and Meg went to get dressed for the day. 

On her return we spent some time playing with the kids until they went for their afternoon nap. We sat in easy chairs, facing each other. Meg held a mug in her hands and looked right at me;

"There is one thing that I like about you Bill; you never try to undress me with your eyes, as other men do. Some of Tom's friends come here and I feel dirty at the way they look at me."

She mentioned one of them and I knew what she meant, he was a sleazy character and I wouldn't trust him with a photograph of the cat on the mantle shelf, let alone with a woman as beautiful as Meg. It came as a total surprise to me when I head myself say.

"I think that you are the most beddable woman that I have ever met and the only reason that I do not undress you mentally is that I am afraid of what I would do, if I started to do it."

"Do you mean that you want to make love to me?" she said.

Again I surprised myself by saying.

"No I want to fuck you, I want to take you to your bed, rip your clothes of you, lick your cunt then fuck you as hard and as often as I can."

She got up out of her chair, her face flushed, with rage I thought and braced myself for the slap across the face that my words had deserved. She moved right in front of me, leaned forward and said, breathlessly.

"Why don't you do it then?" Bent towards me and kissed me.

I responded by pulling her onto my lap and thrust my tongue deep into her mouth; my free hand crushed her breast.

"This isn't what you promised, you said that you would rip my dress off and lick my cunt." She said.

A light went off in my head; Meg was a sexually liberated woman, far in advance of the age. The dildo and sexy underwear showed that she was far from conventional.

I stood up, lifting her easily and carried her down the hall to her bedroom; I threw her onto the bed, locked the door and turned back to her. I caught her dress by the neck line and pulled it as hard as I could, buttons flew around the room and the cloth tore. She was totally naked under the dress; she had planned this all along. I saw also that her pussy was completely hairless; it was the first time that I had seen a shaven pussy.

I fell onto the bed with my head between her thighs, I pushed her legs as far apart as I could, she was almost doing the splits, and my mouth flew to her snatch, she was well lubricated and I could taste the essence of her juices. I pulled the lips of her labia apart and used my tongue, lips teeth and mouth to tease, nip, suck, and lash her exposed clitoris. It unsheathed itself under my ministrations and her hips began to buck into my face as her body responded to the stimulation of my mouth on that hard nub of nerve endings. I thrust two fingers into her gaping cunt and plunging them in and out brought her to a massive climax. Her body was arched in the ecstasy with only her shoulders and heels touching the bed as she shuddered into another orgasm.

"Now fuck me you bastard she." She whispered, "I have wanted you to fuck me ever since we first met, now get your prick into me."

Hurriedly I threw off my shirt and trousers, my boxers going with my trousers. I had a massive hard on and lost no time in plunging it into her. When it was deep within her vagina, I rose up onto my knees and placed her folded legs against my chest her shoulders were the only part of her body touching the bed. My prick was almost pointing vertically down as it rammed into her surprisingly tight hole. She gasped out loud.

"God I've never had a cock so deep into me, fuck me Bill fuck me hard."

I was happy to oblige and continued to piston in and out, my hands were free and I took a nipple in each one and started to pinch, and tug on them. Meg's breasts were quite small but her nipples were large and had hardened to ridged nubs of flesh. Meg used her fingers to rub and stimulate her clitoris. All too soon I could feel my body reach to its climax, that exquisite warmth spreading from the tip of my prick into my groin.




Baby Sitting



My first experience with another woman was when I was 18. I had been babysitting a neighbor two little kids for about a year. We have gotten very friendly, even though she is a married, very sexy mid-30 house wife and is very touchy feely, which I don't mind at all. 

She does some rather bizarre things I guess you could say, for a married woman, she grabs my ass very now and then with both hands and squeezes it while telling me she bets I have a very kissable ass, then laughs. She also feels me up once in a while, rubs my belly and once gave me a hickey on my belly but always laughing while she does these things to me. 

One day when her husband took the two kids out, Toni called me to come over and help her with a project she was doing, I figured I was okay and went over to her house. Now I never wear a bra or panties when I go to Toni's because I felt comfortable, just like being at home and never thought of putting them on before I go over there. I changed to a cut off top and put on a jean skirt and dashed over there.

Toni was hanging new drapes and needed my help, so she put me to work as soon as I walked in and we were on the last drape when it happened. I was standing, holding the drape in the air with my arms outstretched over my head and Toni said, "Oh look hon, I can see the bottom of your tits," and came over to me from behind and slid her hands up my belly to my tits. 

My nipples got hard as two little rocks, I think I moaned as Toni took hold of my nipples and rolled them around between her fingers, at the same time kissing my neck and my knees buckled a bit. 

Toni said in a horse whisper, "Oh, so you like this? Now your tits tell me you want more," and took one hand and grabbed my pussy. 

I was frozen and all I could do was say, "Oh god, oh god," as her hand was stoking the fire in my pussy. 

She then put her tongue in my ear, bit my ear lobe and said, "You want me to fuck you don't you my sweet little cunt? Now take your shorts off."

I was totally hers now; I undid my shorts and pushed them down to my ankles, praying Toni was going to continue playing with my pussy and after she made me step out of my shorts she didn't disappoint me, she put her hand between my legs and pushed her finger into the inferno that was my pussy.

I laid my head back on her shoulder as she finger fucked my cunt and she kissed me, sending an electric charge through my body and making me moan loud enough to be heard outside and I was so fucking hot I thought I was going to catch on fire. 

Toni took her tongue out of my mouth and told me to take my top off as she wanted her hot little cunt to be naked for her, so I took my top off and my cunt exploded when Toni told me how beautiful me and my tits are. I came like a fire hydrant being turned on, my cum was pouring out of my pussy, running down my legs and making a puddle on the rug as I was holding onto Toni to keep from collapsing onto the floor. 

She kissed me again, I moaned and she told me that she was taking me to her bed so she could fuck me until I couldn't walk. She led me upstairs to her bed, touching my tits and pussy the whole time and stopping once for her to suck on my tit. She laid me on the bed, got a strap-on out of a drawer, got between my legs, put a finger in my cunt and held the strap-on to my face and asked if I wanted her to fuck me with it. Of course all this made me insane with desire and I was now begging her to fuck me with her cock.

She asked what I would do for her to get her to fuck me with the strap-on and I told her I would do anything she wanted, she told me I had to eat her pussy. She got on top so she was facing my pussy, bent over, put her hand on my cunt and told me to make her cum, so I grabbed her hot ass and started licking, sucking and tongue fucking her hot cunt like a crazy woman, wanting her to cum so she would fuck me. 

After a few minutes she was moaning, "Oh baby you going to make me cum baby," 

Then she said, "I'm cumming baby, I'm fucking cumming," and I knew what she wanted so I fastened my mouth to her sweet cunt and let her fill my mouth with her hot, tasty nectar and swallowed every drop of her cunt juice. 

She now had my head clamped between her legs and was hollering. I was enjoying making her cum, so I went back to eating her hot cunt with a vengeance and made her cum for me twice more. I was lying there waiting for her to recover going crazy, my pussy was so fucking hot I thought I was going to explode and then after a few minutes, she got off me and asked me if I was ready to get the fucking of my life. 

I spread my legs as wide as I could and said, "Oh yes Toni, fuck me," 

Toni now was wearing the strap-on, got between my legs and in one motion, drove her cock home. I screamed it was so fucking well in my pussy, her cock totally filled my cunt and I was screaming, 

"Oh god, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." 

Toni just kept pounding my pussy so good I was almost delirious, while she was making me tell her that I was her whore and would eat her pussy whenever she wanted me to. After I came a few times, Toni made me suck her cock clean, then told me to show her how submissive a cunt I am by getting on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed and beg her to fuck my pussy. I did as she said, begging and meaning it, she was now standing on the floor, slipped her cock into my pussy and told me to fuck her cock, so I began rocking back and forth, fucking her cock. 

Then she made me stay still so she could pound my ass and she pounded my ass while slapping it and when she finished using my pussy, my ass was a bright red with marks on it from the strap on belt, but it was the happiest ass in the world. I have no idea how many times Toni made me cum, but I do know there wasn't a drop of cum left in my pussy when she was finished with it.

She pushed me onto my back then, lay between my legs on top of me and kissed me while I wrapped my legs around her. We still had to finish hanging the last drape, so we went back downstairs, only naked this time, which I found erotic as all hell and looking at Toni moving around naked, my pussy went back to flood stage. 

We finished hanging the drape and I put my arms around Toni and kissed her first this time, pressing my hot cunt into her leg, then I kissed my way down to her tits, took a nipple in my mouth and found out I loved sucking her tits. I then worked my way down to her hot cunt, was on my knees to her sweet pussy, took hold of her hot ass and buried my face into her pussy, eating her cunt on instinct as I tried to give her the best cunt lapping she ever had. She was moaning and mumbling what a hot little cunt I am, music to my ears and then she kind of stiffened up and she filled my waiting mouth with her hot cunt juice and I wanted more.

I was on fire for her cum, it was like a drug for me in the state I was in and when Toni collapsed onto the floor, my mouth never left her pussy as I made her cum so many times, I drained her sweet cunt dry. 

She finally grabbed my head with both hands and said, "No more baby, no more, you're going to kill me with that mouth, my cunt can't take anymore," 

I stopped and got on top of her and asked her if she really liked what I did to her sweet pussy. She wrapped her arms and legs around me, squeezing me so it felt so good and told me that I was the best cunt lapper she ever had eat her pussy and that no one had ever done it like that before and maybe she should get a divorce and marry me. I was of course elated that Toni thought I was the best cunt lapper ever (even though this was my first time) and I knew I was going to be spending a considerable amount of time between her beautiful legs.



Baby-sitting



I had been baby-sitting for a couple of friends all day and the kids were safely tucked in bed. Gina and Mike had returned from working late, and Gina and I were fixing dinner in the kitchen. 

I walked out into the dining room to put out the salad. Mike was sitting at the table drinking a beer. As I bent over to set out the bowl, Mike leaned over and popped my nipple into his mouth. Sucking through my thin T-shirt, he ran his hand up the back of my leg to the cleft between my ass cheeks and flicked his fingers lightly across my cunt lips. 

"Mike . . ." I whispered. He smiled up at me insolently, and I backed away into the kitchen. 

Red-faced and flustered I looked at Gina standing at the sink. She turned and stared at my titties. Could she see the wet spot that Mike had left on my t-shirt? I grabbed the pasta and we all sat down to dinner. I was having difficulty meeting Mike's eyes, but the dinner, wine, and conversation flowed. 

After dinner, Gina insisted I relax while she cleaned up. I walked into the living room where the sound of Gina washing dishes melded with the laugh track of the late night talk show Mike was watching. 

Patting the seat beside him on the couch, he opened the afghan lying across his lap. I sat down and he pulled the blanket up to my shoulders, lazily draping his arm around me. I drowsily rested my head on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I almost fell asleep. I felt his hand reach down and palm my breast, weighing and squeezing lightly. His thumb brushed over my nipple, then he was pinching and rolling it between thumb and forefinger. I felt electricity shoot between my tit and my dampening pussy. Mike kissed my forehead and whispered how sweet my titties were. I roused and tried to pull away, but Mike said "Shhhhh, baby, did I hurt you? Let me see." 

He pulled my T-shirt up and his lips were on me in a second: sucking the puckered nipple, then licking while his teeth held it fast. I groaned and he laughed quietly. 

"Relax, baby, let me make you feel good." He pushed my head to his lap, and rested his hand on my hip, rubbing up and down until my short skirt had risen up to my waist. Squeezing my round ass, he slipped his hand into the cleft between my legs and brushed my G-string aside, pushing a long, thick finger into my dripping slit. 

"You are so wet. Let me in." I listened powerlessly to the wet sound of his finger driving in and out of my pussy, deep and slow. 

Gina suddenly appeared from the kitchen with the last of the wine and poured us both a glass. Mike and I froze as she asked if we needed anything. 

"N-no," I stammered out, realizing the afghan was covering the delicious, sweaty action going on underneath. 

Mike continued fingering me as Gina walked back into the kitchen and I shuttered to a sweet, slow orgasm. Mike pulled his hand from under the blanket and sniffed and licked his glistening finger. 

"Get up on my lap," he urged as he pushed aside the afghan, pulled down his sweat pants and revealed a swollen, dripping cock. 

I lowered myself onto his lap and he started rubbing his prick along my pussy lips. Both of his hands reached around to the front of me to rub my straining breasts. I felt his mushroom head edge its way into my cunt and I squirmed to get away. 

"No, baby, not until I cum," he whispered, and held both of my arms behind my back while he drove his cock in deep. At first slow and tentative, he began pumping hard. Scared now, I struggled to free myself from his grip. 

Gina walked out and stood in front of us. Miserable, I looked up at her while Mike continued to fuck me. Getting down on her knees, her eyes glittering as she looked back and forth between us, Gina asked if Mike's cock was buried deep enough. 

"Suck her titties, baby," Mike grunted out. 

Gina reached out both hands to grasp my breasts, and started licking and sucking both of my nipples, one after the other.

"I'm sucking her sweet titties," she gasped between breasts, as she reached a hand between my legs and thumbed my clit. I groaned again, and started to cum. 

Mike felt me tighten and pulse around his impossibly hard cock and released my arms to grab both hips and pound into me. I felt his cock pump hot liquid deep into my pussy, and I came again as his wife pushed me back and bent to suck my swollen, throbbing nub. 

Completely weak now, I foggily realized Mike was lifting me off his cock to lay me on the couch. Gina gently pulled my underwear off, and started suckling my pussy lips and sensitive clit. 

"Let me lick you clean, baby," she said as she she started sucking the juice from my cunt. 

I relaxed and let her clean me up, daydreaming of the next time I would baby-sit for this lovely couple.



Baby-sitting is a Breeze



Zach arrived home late that night. Pulling into the driveway, the house looked dark. The other car wasn't in the drive, so he figured his parents were out. Their weekly date night planned for tonight, so he supposed there had to be a baby-sitter for Bradley. After his little brother had been born, his parents decided in a middle aged kick to 'revive' their marriage, making sure to have some alone time. Though Zach didn't mind watching his baby brother, his parents agreed that it wasn't fair for the burden of child care to fall on Zach every time, so they alternately hired a baby-sitter, more regularly especially after Zach went away at school.

Tonight Lily was scheduled to baby-sit. Lily was two years his junior, which meant she was nearing graduation. He hadn't really known her back in high school, other than as the cute Asian girl that he saw around sometimes. Their groups of friends hadn't really overlapped, although they'd had math together (she must have been really smart and skipped ahead) and he'd supposed she was kind of quiet and too uptight to approach. She'd begun baby-sitting for his brother right around when he'd left for college, and they hadn't really spoken since then. 

Zach entered through the kitchen door, dropping his stuff on the counter. Pulling open the fridge door, he rummaged for something to snack on. Where was Lily? Bradley was probably already tucked away, but where was the baby-sitter? Closing the fridge, he turned his attention to the darkened house. He noticed there was a light coming from the hall, where the bedrooms were, and went to investigate, still munching. There was no one in the darkened living room, obviously, as he walked through. The light was coming from his own room.

Zach pushed the door, which was open a crack, and was greeted to the sight of Lily on his bed. 

She wasn't aware that she had company however, and for that he was glad. She'd found his stash of porn, and was examining them thoroughly. Oh crap. But even more surprising, lying on her side on the bed, she had her free hand under her skirt, touching herself through her underwear, where he could swear he saw a wet spot. God. He froze in the hallway, unable to process the situation he'd just stumbled across on his bed.

Lily's long black hair fell past her shoulders and pooled on the bed, her curvy legs just parted enough for him to see her turquoise panties. Her fingers were ever so slightly stroking at her lips, which pouted through the thin fabric, and Zach could almost feel her touch on his own crotch, which was insistently making itself known in his pants. 

He decided to her alert to his presence. Clearing his throat, he exclaimed, "What the hell?" 

Lily jumped and sat up. Shit when had Zach come home? She hadn't even heard the door and...

"Oh my god, I'm sorry, I uh," her eyes darted to the porn, which was cleared laid out on the bed, "I—"

"What are you doing in here?" Zach tried to seem indignant, when really he was dying to jump on the bed with her. She grabbed the magazine and hid it behind her back, jumping off the bed.

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to go through your things, Bradley was in here earlier, and I came back after I put him to bed to make sure he hadn't...I mean."

Her heart was pumping in her mouth, and she couldn't seem to think coherently. Normally she never ran into Zach, especially not after he'd graduated high school two years ago; he was only really around during college breaks. She'd been hired by the Cowans more frequently since he'd left, a boon and a shame since she'd been harboring a crush on him since she had been an unknown freshmen and lost in the good looks of one of the hottest boys in school. She'd originally taken this sitting job for the chance to be near him as much as the money. 

Nearly four years later, she didn't know him in person any better, he was always in and out of the house, and she didn't think he'd look at her now, a high school senior to his big-man on campus. Still she enjoyed becoming close to him by proxy, and this wasn't the first time she'd occupied herself in his vacant room. The porn she'd found only recently, she guessed Zach had brought it back with him. It wasn't the only porn she'd ever seen, and wanting to get some 'play'time during the quiet hours after Bradley slept she'd figured, "why not?"

Why not indeed. She stood guiltily, with the magazine behind her back. Zach was standing in the doorway watching her. How long had he been there anyway? Ducking her face, she willed her curtain of hair to hide her blushing cheeks. She wasn't so reserved that she'd never been with a guy before, in fact she could be pretty wild, but this was just embarrassing. What could she say? How could she get out of this situation? Oh no, if Zach told his parents, she'd be out of a job and this regular sit paid pretty well. 

Zach moved into the room, closing the door behind him. She had jumped off the bed and was standing at the foot of the bed, and he noticed how tiny she was compared to his mattress. Not technically delicate, but only a little over 5' feet, he bet. Zach had a thing for petite women, especially compared to his own 6' 2" frame, and that this spicy Asian girl was turned on by his porn was the hottest fantasy he'd never thought of. He advanced so quickly, Lily stepped back despite herself and ended up sitting back on the bed as the mattress hit her thighs. She sat looking up at him despite herself, too wary to take her eyes off him despite her embarrassment. He looked at her as if in amusement. It took him a minute to decide how to break the silence. 

"I didn't think you'd be into that stuff." Before she could process what he'd said, Zach was already moving closer so that she leaned back to keep her eye on him, stepping into her space. He reached around her to grab the magazine.

"Well, I don't know, I just..." she trailed off, eyeing him uncertainly. What could she say? It was Ropes, a bondage themed mag that wasn't strictly SM. The page it was open to, when he unfurled it, featured a spread with a girl, her arms expertly bound behind her back, on her knees as she gave head to a faceless lap. The guy's hand was under her chin, holding her up, and her naked ass arched towards the camera. This had actually been one of his own favorites, one he made sure got a decent share of his attention when he jacked off with this issue.

He couldn't believe that Lily might actually be into this, but he wasn't about to let this sweet chance escape. Not when she was already on his bed and wet. "You've been going through my stuff. Whether or not I tell my parents," Zach knew that was manipulative, but God, "I think, we both know, that you should be punished."

"Punished?" Lily wasn't quite sure how to take that. Could he possibly mean what it sounded like he meant? She felt an unexpected surge of wetness between her legs and she resisted the urge to shift. Trapped in her seat on the bed with Zach standing over her, she felt helpless and trapped. She also felt a thrill of fear, which might have been part of what was getting her so hot. "I don't understand..."

"Don't play stupid, I know you're smarter than that. Get off the bed."

She jumped off immediately, avoiding contact with him as he took her seat. Before she could say anything else Zach grabbed her arm and pulled her down. Seated at the edge of bed with his feet still planted on the floor, he pulled her left arm downward so that she stumbled and found herself across his lap. "Zach what are you doing?! I, we can't—" 

Her words were cut off as she gasped, feeling his hand come down on her ass. It stung, and at the same time sent shivers down her legs and temporarily stopped her protests. Before she could take another breath, he smacked the other cheek, and this time she let out a cry. 

Zach looked down her sprawled across his lap. He had still been holding her wrist in his left hand, holding her across his legs. He let go now, and said, "Pull up your skirt. Now!" He smacked her again when she hesitated.

Lily was so turned on she wasn't sure if she could inhale correctly. The third slap jumped her awake and she reached back with her now free hand, her other arm having been pinned between their bodies when she'd first fallen into his lap. She inched her skirt up, bunches the fabric in her hands, feeling herself exposed to his eyes. 

Zach was amazed at himself and her; he couldn't believe how easily she was giving in. He'd never really tried such domination, mostly fooling around with role playing with a couple girls at school but they weren't all into it. Lily had to be into this. She was grinding against his dick, which was painfully hard and trapped against his leg under her. She hadn't realized yet, and her movement was only rubbing herself against him. And now her luscious ass cheeks, turning pink from his spanks, were unveiled to him from under her grey skirt. She was wearing greenish boyshorts, the kind that were made to showcase. He laughed, running his hand up her thigh, making her gasp and squirm some more. He twitched his erection, flexing against her, and she went still realizing what exactly her movement was doing. 

Zach smacked her again, enjoying seeing her cheek jiggle as his hand spanked it, "Did I tell you to stop squirming?" He smacked the bottoms where the curve of her ass met her thighs, lifting her with each loving smack. He let his hand smack her and sit on her ass, feeling her hot and ripe under his palm. 

Lily whimpered, unable to help herself, jerking with each smack. It didn't quite hurt, just sending shocks through her. What was worse was the way he was stroking her over sensitized flesh in between slaps. Zach was running his fingers over her hot flesh and teasing under the edges of her underwear, which she could feel pulling into her sex and parting her swollen labia. Her breasts were pushed up over his thigh, and her position over his lap made her feel so vulnerable. She realized she was still holding her hands behind her back, clenched in her skirt, and embarrassed, tried to pull her arms free, to cover her face. 

"Oh no you don't," said Zach. He was really enjoying himself, and so was she, if the wetness his thumb had discovered in its quest beneath her panties was any indication. He grabbed her hands and held them knotted in her skirt, and let his free hand stroke her over sensitized lips through her underwear. 

"Zach, please," Lily breathed. She wasn't sure if she was asking to be freed or for him to hurry up. His fingers were trailing over her thighs and ass, and despite herself she wanted him to stop teasing and touch her. A finger slipped right into her hot slit, not quite penetrating, and she shivered as he reached higher and pulled down her underwear, peeling them away from her.

"You're so wet," Zach told her, as her beautifully bald lips peeped out between her thighs. She shaved and it was awesome. "You're practically dripping, Lily. You love this, don't you?" Without any further warning she felt his fingers slip through her wetness, sliding down once to rub her clit and then back, and thrust a finger into her. She bit back a strangled moan, clamping around his finger which felt thick and blunt, feeling an orgasm approach. This was just too much.

Zach had to keep himself from moaning too, as he felt how tight she was. He didn't know if it was because she was so tiny, but the thought of fucking Lily, feeling her tighten around his cock, was driving him crazy. And even now she was clenching around his finger so tightly he didn't think he could wiggle it. He pulled it out and added another.

"God I love your pussy. That is a sweet piece I would love to fuck." He spanked her and left her own juices glistening on her asscheek, fueling her excitement, before returning to finger fuck her again, a little less gently. "And I will you know, and you're going to ask for it."

Lily was crying out softly, feeling it build inside her. Oh god, oh god. Was this really happening? How could she be doing this right now, with Zach? She'd had some fantasies with him, sure, but this? She felt a surge of heat roll through her body, liquefying and dripping between her legs. He was slowly fingering her, adding one finger at a time, pushing wide the muscle walls until she felt herself spasm around him, and she was trying to muffle herself into his leg. 

Zach's erection was throbbing underneath Lily's arching body, and he felt her orgasm around his fingers. She seemed to shudder and melt, literally. He leaned back, letting go of her arms, and struggled to undo his belt. He yanked at the clasp and tried to shift his weight on the bed to pull it free. 

Lily realized he was going for his belt, and she began to struggle, even as she felt the after effects of coming relaxing her limbs. He grabbed her and pinned her still again saying, "Relax, I won't hurt you, okay?" Funny, considering what he'd already done. Lily stopped struggling to consider it for a minute. Could she turn back even now, fight free before agreeing to be tied up where she had less chance of denying him anything? Could she go any further with Zach? Taking hold of the moment, she decided she wanted to see what else he had up his sleeve.

Having stilled her, Zach managed to pull the belt out through the last loops and bound them around her wrists, efficiently and securely. The leather was worn and fit snugly without digging in. Untangling her hands from her skirt he pulled it down over her hips, along with her underwear. Then he gently dropped her onto the floor in front of him, where she knelt between his knees. He looked at her in the face now, which was flushed, as she tried to regain her breath. Lily's eyes looked dreamy, her face flushed, but she might have also been dizzy from hanging upside down for so long. He undid his jeans and fished out his dick, where it stood between them. She focused immediately, staring at the hard-on in her face.

Zach reached down and rubbed a nipple where it poked up hard through her cotton tee. They were prominent in her post-orgasmic state, and she bit her lip as he stroked them and played with them through the fabric until her eyes closed in ecstasy. He pulled up her t-shirt and bra so that they rode up on her chest, baring her sweet round breasts tipped with dark pink aureoles and perfect nipples. Zach sat back and took a moment to look at her, slowly stroking his pole.

Lily was still recovering from her recent orgasm, but now that he'd revealed his cock she began to feel aroused again. Besides the yellow tee up around her chest she was otherwise naked, and could almost feel his eyes on her nipples. Her own eyes were glued to the swollen head of his cock, where a drop of precum was starting to drip. She could feel almost imagine it in her mouth, imaging how he would taste. Lily actually liked giving head, got off on it sometimes, but that was never a good thing to reveal to a guy. She would usually give in after a little insistence, but it was for her own pleasure as much as his. And after the recent treatment Zach had given her, Lily was sure she wanted all the cock he could offer.

She was a sight, Lily. Kneeling before him with her face pink, shy and aroused at the same time, there was no way he wouldn't fuck her by the end of the night. Screw punishment, he wanted to screw her until they were both sore. Zach knew his parents wouldn't be back for at least another hour, maybe longer, and he intended to make the best of that time. 

He thumbed down his erection and pointed it toward her.

"Lick it." 

His tone was no longer commanding, but as if he were as entranced by what was happening as Lily. He watched as she leaned forward, her lips parting to reveal her tongue, just slipping forward enough to touch the tip. Her lips kissed at the slit, smearing the clear fluid across her lip, which she licked off as if savoring the flavor. Then, bolder, she opened her mouth and lapped strongly, lifting against it. Her tongue was warm and firm, teasing at the underside so that it bobbed with every lick. Zach was breathing harder, unable to take his eyes off her mouth.

"Suck on it," had barely left him before Lily took half the length of his cock down her throat. She was a pro. Zach choked and clenched his jaw as her firm tongue swirled around him as she bobbed and slid her head back, suddenly releasing him. The sight of his dick wet and slick from her mouth was amazing, while she sat there licking her lips as if she'd just had ice cream. 

He reached out and grabbed the magazine where it laid on the bed and showed it to her again. "Look, is this what you wanted?" Lily focused on the page in front of her, her tongue still tasting Zach, wanting more. She realized the familiarity of the picture. "This was what you were touching yourself to, look at you now." Dropping it, he reached beneath her and stroked her breasts, the skin of them soft and smooth, filling his palms just enough and then overflowing when he squeezed. Look at her indeed. Her nipples knotted against his palm, and Lily panted, trying to take his cock back into her mouth. 

Lily moaned around his dick as it entered her mouth when Zach pulled at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. His hands were sending her in a frenzy that she couldn't fulfill, so she desperately sucked on him, trying to plead through her throat and tongue. She swallowed as much of Zach's cock as she could, his pinches and twists on her breasts raising her on to her knees, her silky black hair swinging forward to brush his thigh and forearm. When she moaned, her lips wrapped around his dick, Zach felt it vibrating in her mouth. He shut his eyes and felt it build for a minute until he suddenly pushed her off, pulling himself free of her mouth with a gasp. He was too close and he had more plans for her.

Zach picked her up and pushed her over the bed, where her legs hung over the side. Lily's hands were still behind her back. She felt his hand on her ass, spreading her open to him. She was so hot she couldn't take it, and when she felt his him against her she screwed her eyes shut and pressed against him. Zach rested his cock along her crack for a moment, enjoying the heat of her open sex against his tight balls, before he withdrew and angled so that the head was pushing her slippery lips aside. They were swollen and hot, just barely holding open for him. He shallowly pushed against her, not actually entering her but trying to draw it out. 

Lily tilted her hips back, trying in vain for that sweet thick slide she knew was coming. She suddenly felt his hands at her wrists, the pressure of his dick still slightly driving her mad between her legs, and realized he was freeing her.

"I said I would fuck you," reminded Zach. "and I said you would ask for it." Lily brought her arms up beside her shoulders, feeling the muscles throb, so that she could lift her face from the bedspread. His words sank into her head, just as his dick sank into her, slowly filling her, driving into her. Fighting the urge to push back and just impale herself, she somehow found the idea of begging to be fucked a lot harder when she wasn't restrained. 

"Why are you doing this?" Lily was trying to avoid the question. In actuality she knew she would do anything to continue this game. In a way she was playing along.

"Because you want it this way. Admit it. This is exactly what you were fantasizing about before I walked in on you." Zach tried not to seem breathless, when it was taking all his restraint not to just rabbit fuck his way to cumming. He was shallowly dipping into her, feeling his way into her tight cunt, pushing a little deeper each time. Concentrating on the feel of his dick piercing Lily's liquid heat, his eyes were drawn to the sight of her slick vaginal lips parted around his shaft, leaving her honey on him each time he withdrew. 




Baby-sitting is a Breeze



Lily flushed at his words, even though he couldn't see her face. The sensation between her legs was making it hard to concentrate. She tried to regain some composure when he pushed into her again, still shallowly, and just as she thought she would get what she wanted, he pulled away.

"Okay! I want this," Lily cried out. "Please, I admit it! I want you to fuck me Zach, please!" Lily cried out as his weight of his hands found hers, and the new angle brought his weight over her. His hips drove into her and she found herself full, his dick burrowing deep into her until he bottomed out and she gasped, suddenly dizzy. He found her arms and brought them over her head, and holding his upper body off her he thrust into her, feeling her spasm and clench around him as she came.

Lily was muffling her screams into the mattress, trying to breathe in between orgasming. She felt her feet kicked apart and Zach's hips were smacking up against her thighs and ass. Her own hips tilted up to receive the brunt of his thrusts, and suddenly she felt the jabs at her g-spot build her toward another climax. Oh no oh no she couldn't...not again! Her cries started low, her forehead pressed into the bed, her cries forced out with each thust. 

Zach couldn't believe how tight she was. And the breathy way she was gasping his name was driving him harder, trying to urge her into another orgasm. Her muscles had practically locked on to him, and her loved the way her firm little ass felt against his hips. Reaching back, he spanked her again, the loud CRACK breaking the noise of their screwing and causing her to clench up in surprise. "Oh! Zach I—ah! Ahh!" she choked out, before she was suddenly unintelligible as she came again, taking him with her. Zach gripped her hip and shoved in with final short jerks as he emptied his load with his own gasping groans. 

Lily whimpered a little, her heart racing and her body flooded with sensation. Zach was on her back, his breath hot on her nape. His hand was still gripping the back of hers, up above their heads, and she stared at their entwined fingers in wonder. 

They were still bent over the bed, his softening dick inside her, where she was lightly spasming around him, when they heard the sound of voices and the kitchen door slamming closed. His parents were home!

Zach smoothly got off her, and Lily jumped up, suddenly tense and full of nerves. "Oh my god what are we going to do?? Theyre home, I have to get...what about?" Lily hissed. She hopped trying to grab her underwear and at the same don her skirt. Zach grabbed her clothing off the floor and put them in her arms, and steered her toward the door. 

"Run to the bathroom, right across the hall. I'll go greet them, come out when you're ready okay? Go," he whispered, and she scurried across the hall, which was dimly lit by the light from the distant kitchen, and Zach watched as she quietly slipped through the bathroom door and shut it behind her. 

Zach zipped himself up, wincing and untucking his shirt to cover his crotch before stepping out his door. Once at the end of the hall he could see his mother through the breakfast counter window, and his father was just walking into the living room. 

"Hey Dad, how was dinner?" Zach asked, hoping he seemed nonchalant.

"Good, good," replied Mr. Cowan. "Everything went fine, your mother fussed about hers, you know how she gets. Wheres Lily?" He was busy looking through the mail in his hand and didn't even look up at Zach.

"Oh she just ran into the bathroom. I told her I could drive her home, so you won't have to go out again. Does that work?" 

"Sure, sure, thanks Zach," Mr. Cowan replied absentmindedly. Mrs. Cowan appeared through the doorway, bringing a waft of her perfume with her.

"Hi honey, how was your night?" She reached up to kiss his cheek. "Is Bradley in bed?"

"Yea mom, everything's quiet. I only just got home too." He heard the bathroom door opening, and the sound of footsteps padding towards the living room. 

"Oh Lily, there you are, everything went okay, I hope?" More than okay, he thought. He barely paid attention as his parents paid Lily and said their goodnights. Zach and Lily didn't make eye contact until they had stepped out on to the driveway and were climbing into his car.

Lily was shaken. In her minute alone in the bathroom she'd cleaned up and steeled herself to face the Cowans. All three of them. She hoped she'd had appropriate responses to the Cowan's questions, but she had just wanted to get out of there. Now they were sitting in Zach's car, an uncomfortable silence pressing on them. 

"Um," came from Zach, startling her out of her thoughts. "I don't know where you live." Lily looked up to realize they were still sitting in his driveway. 

"Oh, uh, I'm over on Peach. On the other side of Broad Avenue." He smoothly backed his car into the empty suburban street, the warm night air breathing on them through the open windows. The only sounds in the car came from the night outside.

"Here," she said suddenly, when they reached her block. "Right here's fine. Thanks um, for the ride." She made to escape, grabbing her bag, but Zach reached over and grasped her wrist. 

"Could I," he began, but wasn't sure what he intended to say. "Could I call you?"

Lily bit her lip, and hoped he couldn't see her face in the dark. 

"Well, I don't know," she trailed. She opened the car door and moved as if to get out. When she sensed his disappointment, she hid a smile. "I do baby-sit for Bradley next week too." 



Baby Sitting Snooping



I never did a lot of baby sitting. The only times I ever got stuck doing it was when I was recruited by my Mom. If her friends said they couldn't go and do something with her because they needed a sitter I was the solution! 

All my sisters went through this, but this particular time it was my turn. 

"Ma, I'm 18 and have a full time summer job. I don't want to baby sit," I said.

My protest fell upon deaf ears!

My Mom took me to the family's house when she went to pick up her friend to go to some kind of jewelry house party. 

The kids were young so their Mom tucked them in for the night and it was basically my job to keep an ear open for them. 

I looked at some TV for a while and then read a little. I called my friend on the phone and we chatted for a while. 

My friend, a more experienced baby sitter, asked me if I looked through their bedroom dresser drawers yet!

I said no, I never thought of it. 

She said maybe they have playboy magazines or something hidden away.

I have an older brother so I always peeked at his dirty magazines, so looking for someone else's magazines didn't excited me much.

Anyway, we got on to another subject and that subject was for gotten. We talked for over an hour and then she had to help her mom with something.

I was sitting there bored and decide to make sure the kids were okay, so I went upstairs to look in on them. They were sound asleep.

When I was heading back downstairs I passed the master bedroom and my friends question about looking in their drawers popped into my head.

I turned on the light and looked around the whole room and found it kind of exciting being in someone's bedroom when they weren't around.

I looked into the man's nightstand first and hit pay dirt, condoms! I took one and put it in my pocket so I could use it with my boyfriend.

Nothing exciting in her night table so I went to her dresser.

I found sweaters and tops in one drawer, slacks and jeans in another. Then the underwear drawer! I always like pretty panties and bras, still do.

She had some very sexy sets. I looked at the sizes, the panties were a larger size than mine, but the bras were my size. How cool is that, I had the same cup size as a grown women! Okay 34 B for the curious. Hey I was young.

So I held up the panties and bras and looked at them wondering how she looked in them. I always thought of her as one of my Mom's prettier friends and she was very friendly towards me too.

I was starting to feel that special little ache you get in your tummy you when you start to get horny!

I looked through a few more drawers with nothing very exciting in them.

The bottom drawer had items in them that you could tell weren't worn often. I saw something black under everything else so I moved stuff away and saw that the black was a bra.

I dug deeper and came up with a whole sexy lingerie set! Of course I've seen things like this before, but never had the opportunity to wear any.

I know my mom said they wouldn't be home until around 11 and it was only 9. So I decided to try it on! 

I checked the kids again and they hadn't moved.

I was back in the bedroom and I took off my top and pulled down my jeans and panty's together. They had a wall mirror covering their closet doors so I looked at myself naked, standing in someone else's home nude gave me a sex chill! 

I sat on her bed and slowly pulled up the thigh high black stockings. It was sexy just putting them on.

I stood and looked at myself in the mirror and turned and looked over my shoulder so I could see my butt! They were shear panties with a slit in them, at first I thought they were ripped but then, duh I realized they were crotch less panties.

I even smelled them and they had that musky smell like when I pull down my friends panties.

I put them on; my pubic hairs were poking out of the slit! I then put on the black garter belt. The stockings didn't need to be held up by the belt, but it sure looked sexy on me.

The bra was shear and it had slits for the nipples to stick through, see how much worldly I was getting already, I knew it wasn't ripped!

I felt so sexy and horny dressed up like this.

I struck all sorts of poses in front of the mirror. I stood there and rubbed my nipples and played with my pussy. I knew I was going to have to come so I propped up some pillows for my head and let my legs hang over the edge of the bed.

I took the panties off so I wouldn't get then soaking wet and laid back and watched myself fingering my pussy while wearing the sexy outfit.

I even smelled the panties while I did this.

I came in about 1 minute! I was just laying there catching my breath and I started to touch myself again. I made myself cum a second time.

I looked at the clock next to the bed and it was almost 11, so I stripped off the lingerie, put it back in the drawer and got dressed. I went back downstairs and sat in front of the TV and waited for them to come home!

They didn't get home until 11:30 and Mr. Daniel's drove me home even though it was just up the street.

I masturbated again that night thinking how sexy Mrs. Daniel's must look in her lingerie.

The next day I was working at my summer job as a lifeguard at our swim club. Mrs. Daniels walked up to my stand and said. "Gloria will you stop by house on your way home tonight? I have to talk to you about something." She didn't seem like her regular friendly self, so I was concerned that perhaps something happened to one of the kids while I was baby sitting last night. 

I run home from work and go right past the Daniel's home so I was there about 15 minutes after I punched out of the job.

I rang the doorbell and Mrs. Daniel's answered. "come in Gloria, would you like something cold to drink?" 

"Sure Iced tea would be nice." 

She poured us each a glass and led me to the rear deck where we sat down. I tried some small talk about her lovely yard and pool area, but she wanted to tell me something so she wasn't all that engaging with the chatting.

She said "Gloria as you know I've known your mother for years. So when she suggested that you baby-sit last night I had no concerns about you doing it. However when I realized someone went through my dresser drawers in my bedroom you can imagine how upset I felt."

I thought I was going to throw up, this wasn't good. My parents will kill me. I also knew that lying about it would make things worse.

"I'm so sorry Mrs. Daniel's, I was talking to my friend on the phone and she asked me if I snooped around and I told her no I never thought about it. I guess she planted the seed because I did look through your stuff. I didn't think I left anything out of place," I said in one breath.

"I just happened to be looking for something and I notice a few items were out of place, that's how I knew," She said.

"Were you going to wear your sexy lingerie for Mr. Daniel's? I asked.

"Gloria what I was going to do has nothing to do with what I'm saying to you, you went through my personal possessions,"she said.

"I'm so sorry," I said again.

"So you saw my lingerie," she said.

"Yes, it's very sexy, you must look great wearing it Mrs. Daniel's," I said.

"Call me Connie, so you just looked at it?" she asked.

I think she might have known I did more than looked so I told her the truth.

"Actually Connie I put it on, and I felt so sexy seeing myself in it," I said.

"So you tried it on then took it off and put it way?"

"Ah gees Connie, I masturbated in front of the mirror, twice, then I took it off and put it away," I said.

She didn't say anything just looked at me like she couldn't come up with any words that express what she was thinking.

Then for some reason I asked" Do you masturbate while wearing it Connie?"

By the look on her face I wasn't sure if she was pissed, stunned or mad.

"Gloria I was just thinking I wasn't mad any longer and you ask me that," she said.

"Connie, my mom told me you're a well respected administrator and I think you're sexy and beautiful, so if you do that maybe I'm not so weird for doing it," I said.

"Gloria when I do it, it's while I'm wearing my own lingerie, that's a big difference,"she said. I think she surprised herself that she admitted doing it.

"What am I going to do with you Gloria?" she asked.

"I have an idea Connie, how about I go buy some lingerie and come back and we can wear our lingerie together?" I said with a smile.

She looked at me and said" Gloria you better go home now."

She told me to go home, but that's not a no is it?



Baby Sitting



Meg was frantically fingering her clitoris and her eyes were losing focus as she too reached another orgasm. I felt my sperm shooting along my prick and jet into her. Both of us cried out, 

"Yes" as we came together.

I slumped over her body and began to kiss her tenderly, my tongue playing with her lips and mouth.

"That was something special, Meg; I have never enjoyed sex as much before." I whispered to her.

"It was fantastic Bill, my cousins Anne and Jane said that you were good, I think you are as well. It is the best that I have ever had."

I withdrew my prick from her pussy, she got up and went to her bathroom, we had used no protection and she had to douche to hopefully prevent another pregnancy.

On her return she came to the bed and took my flaccid penis into her mouth and began to lick and suck on it until it hardened once more. I spun around and we lay on our sides, my prick in her mouth and my tongue delving into her vagina. I put a finger into her warm moist hole and moved it to her anus. I had never tried anal sex before as all of my previous lovers did not want to have anything to do with it. Correctly I thought that Meg would be willing for anything. My finger slowly slid into the dark brown opening right up to the second knuckle.

Meg realised what I was wanting and asked me to wait while she got some baby oil for lubrication. She returned to the bed with a bottle and that pink dildo. 

I rubbed the oil onto my prick, turned her onto her belly and pushed the swollen purple bell end of my cock into her arse. It was tight but eventually I was buried up to my balls. My prick felt as if it was trapped by velvet vice. I felt her hand manoeuvre beneath her body and felt the dildo enter into her vagina, the thin membrane the only protection between my prick and her dildo.

We worked together as I pulled out she pushed the toy into herself and the reverse when I thrust down. Meg started to moan with pleasure then gasped out;

"I'm coming again Bill, I'm coming."

Her hips thrashed wildly as her body involuntarily responded to the friction of both my prick and the dildo. This sent me over the edge and once more I climaxed and jetted my come into her willing body. 

Meg and I continued fucking one another up to the time that I was posted to another station. Fortunately Tom was posted to the same station about nine months later and Meg and I resumed our sex affair. It was a pure sexual attraction and boy didn't I enjoy it.

Meg invited my current wife to stay with her and Tom, I worried for quite a while if our sessions would come out, and they never did.