8 comments/ 127920 views/ 19 favorites Bonus for the Nanny By: will_4_rp As the warmth of my last orgasm slowly faded from my body, and I relaxed my torso, which had been stretched like a cat to concentrate the impact of each shudder, I closed my eyes, slowly let out my breath, and finally relaxed. Will wasn't due back from his date for two or more hours, after all. His kids hadn't stirred all night, either, and I was, frankly, giddy from making myself come so many times. Tonight I'd finally cracked the childlock password on his TV to access the late night channels; it had been quite an evening! So my hand still inside my jeans and nestling down inside my panties, one finger tip still pushed inside of my wet, hot, tingly pussy - I loved to leave it there after coming - I allowed myself to drift into a doze, muting the sound of the sex on the TV. He's not back for hours yet, after all, I remember thinking... *ahem* "Um, hi." Oh God. I opened my eyes. Immediately I could tell from the light having faded around the windows that it was much, much later. I also knew he was home and I was caught, literally, with my hand inside my pants. Removing it like a kid caught doing something naughty, and as my eyes adjusted to the light, Will came into focus. He was perched on the arm of the sofa opposite, smiling gently. "Quiet night?", he asked. Was that all that he was asking? The TV was now off, I noticed. Oh God, again. Had he seen what I was watching, or had I turned it off myself while half-asleep? More so, had he noticed my hand down my jeans, or did he just think I'd been dozing? I could feel myself flushing from tip to toe as I sat up on my sofa to smile back at him, trying not to look guilty. Trying really hard. Then I noticed the smell. "Oh, hi, yeah *fake yawn* really quiet. The boys have been angels. Not a peep. As usual. You? Nice date?" You couldn't miss it. I should have opened the windows and washed my hands (and my face too, as I'd licked my own fingers at certain points during the evening's entertainment). But the perfume in the room was unmistakable. All you could smell was my fingering. "Another disaster, I'm afraid." He took a sip of wine. Wine? How long had he been home and sitting there? Oh. My. God. "Drink?" I'm just 18, but my parents have let me have a drop from time to time since I was 14. Still, I'd been babysitting for Mr and Mrs North, and just for Will after his wife died nearly three years ago, since I was 13. He'd started dating again a few months ago, so I'd restarted babysitting, but it wasn't going well for him. He'd never yet asked me to have a drink. "Sure... just a little." I bit my lip as he poured my some red wine and passed it over to me. Most of the bottle was gone already, I noticed. I sipped. It was gorgeous, like another orgasm, this one spreading down my throat. I felt a tiny tingle somewhere else at that precise moment too. "Katie, control yourself", I thought. Fat chance. "Mmm, lovely." I licked the wine off my lips, feeling where I'd been chewing them earlier as I came, tasting a hint of myself. "So what happened on your date?" I sat up, trying to look attentive and unflustered. Dating should have been easy for him. Will was a uni lecturer, still in his thirties, really cute, dark hair and eyes, kind of mad hair but well styled. Expensive, casual but dead smart clothes. Not too old-looking. Better looking, for sure, than most of my own sixth-form lecturers. But he was finding life back in the dating world tough, I'd heard my Mum say a few days ago. "Total nutter. Spent the entire meal carping on about her cats and how the only person in life she'd really loved was her grandmother. Not a good sign." He smiled a little here, but I could see he was hurt a little too. One too many buttons was undone on my vest top, I noticed now, where I'd been teasing a nipple a bit earlier. My cut off jeans were done up, thank God. "Ha ha!" I laughed, for real. He was funny. Always had been, until the accident. Now he was again. The tingling got stronger as I laughed. I suddenly flashed back to the last scene I'd been watching of a guy and a girl on a beach somewhere. I'd had my last orgasm as she'd had hers, while the cute guy screwed her hard, but nicely, side by side from behind, playing with her boobs, rubbing his hands all over her smooth, curvy body. Then kissing her neck as she came. That was the bit that pushed me over the last time. My neck was getting pink just above the beginnings of my own boobs, I could tell. I should leave. I don't want to leave. "Enjoy the TV tonight?" he asked. I stopped breathing. He knew everything. I took a sip of wine. "Um, look..." What to say what to say? "It's OK." He smiled again. "I wondered if you'd been sneaking around the channels lately. I should have chosen a more difficult password." It had been Elly, of course, his wife's name. Not the boys' names, or combinations thereof, as I'd first thought last month when I'd tried to hack it then. Just his late wife. He looked sad again. But something else as well. "Katie" "Will" We both spoke at once. I flushed red again. "No, go on", he said. He came and sat next to me, on the arm of my sofa. He took my hand. It was shaking a little. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. But I was bored and, you know, kinda wondering what the channels were like that I couldn't normally access. And then, I guess, I must of just got bored and turned off the TV and gone to sleep." Would it work? "Nice try" he said, with another nice smile, and a wry little chuckle that I just loved hearing. "The Tv was still on when I got home, but with the sound right down. Interesting programme, quite educational. Although not one of the best on that channel. So I'll tell you what I think happened." Dry mouth. More wine. "OK?" I asked. "You had lots and lots of fun then passed out with exhaustion. Am I right?" Another smile. Please, please stop smiling, I thought, you're not helping matters, I'm getting wet and my parents will expect me home soon. "I guess" I murmured, biting my bottom lip, looking at him with what I hoped was my sexiest, cutest, most knowing look of all, my face down, my eyes angled up to meet his gaze. A gaze, I now noticed, taking in all of my every so slightly plump but curvy body, wearing just my tight little, overtly unbuttoned top, cut off jean shorts, and white sneakers. He lifted my hand to his lips, and kissed one finger tip. The precise finger that, moments before he'd woken me up, had been still inside me. I literally melted inside my panties. "A girl after my own heart", he said. "I guess?" This is, of course, when I should have gone right home. Made my excuses and left. No harm done yet, just one of those things. Chalk it all up to experience, take the thirty quid and move on. And never ever babysit for him or look him in the eyes across the street again. "I guess", I said, suddenly leaning forwards and turning my face up to meet his wine-stained lips with my own. I kissed him fully, kneeling up on the sofa as I did so, putting my hands onto his face as I kissed him. My eyes were shut and I did not dare open them until I felt him respond, after a second's hesitation and then kiss me right back, his hands in my long, light brown hair and then sliding down my back, his tongue's tip playing expertly at the edge of my open lips and then nipping into me, meeting my own, like electric. He pushed me, gently but firmly, back onto the sofa and knelt down between my legs, the groin of his trousers brushing the tight blue cotton of my jeans, spread wide by my open legs, one rested on the seat of the sofa, one against the back. I knew he was excited as soon as our bodies touched this way, and I gasped at the obvious, gratifying bulge in his slacks. I'd felt it before with boyfriends, of course, and knew it signalled their urgent need to be taken out of their prison and sucked, wanked or - if I really, really liked them - ridden till they came, but I didn't know an older man could feel so hard or so desperate. Live and learn. I smiled to myself as I gasped a little. So I wriggled on top of him, sitting up as he lay down gazing up at me, smiling a little drunkenly but really, really happily. I loved that he was so happy at this moment, all down to me. I rocked my hips a little against him, knowing he'd like the pressure as much as I did if I got it in just the right place... oh yeah. I pulled my top over my head in one movement, freeing my breasts. My nipples hard and tingly, taut brown against my pale pink skin. Then I leant over onto him, remembering the couple on the beach, and how she had leaned over him, her big breasts surrounding his face, him eagerly sucking, licking and pressing at them. Will did the same to me and I moaned again, my hand tracking down his body to his trousers and pressing the hot outline of his cock against my palm through the light material. Now it was his move, and he unpopped the button at the top of my shorts, kissing me on the lips again as he did so, then pulling them apart so the poppers all opened at once. The flush of air against the wet linen of my panties made me wetter still. And he pulled them down with the shorts. Then he slid down the sofa, smiling up at me, and said: "I've really, really missed this. May I?" He's, like, asking? I pushed my cunt onto his face in response. He chuckled against me. "Oh God, God" I muttered, as his tongue slid into my warm, oily hole and then out again, tracing up my shaved lips then onto the hard, still, beating heart of my pussy, circling it, teasing it, making me wince up above, then back down, and inside and in and out and repeating and repeating and repeating. I found the remote by our side and flipped on the TV. A close up of a huge cock hammering in and out of some cute girl's pussy, her face like mine, contorted with pleasure. "That's. What. I want" I managed to say. He stopped and looked, then slid back up the sofa beneath me. "It's what I've wanted all night lying here." Thinking of you, I wanted to say, but couldn't yet. He unzipped his trousers and I unbuttoned his shirt. Out of the back pocket he took some condoms. "Better be safe, I guess..." he said. "I'm on the pill", I replied, my eyes now off the screen and transfixed on his quite long, nicely rounded and best of all very hard cock. I traced my finger nails from his balls to the tip then back down again, feeling his heavy ones move and the skin of his scrotum contract at the touch. "More dangerous though. My history. Yours" he said, a wink in his eyes. "I guess it's your decision." "I guess", I replied, then cried out a tiny, shuttered yelp as he pushed suddenly, nakedly into me, his whole, hot shaft sliding in to the balls. No resistance, my pussy so ready from its long warm up earlier in the evening. He looked reposed beneath me. Mostly. Save for the small beads of sweat on his temples. I moved up the shaft, he sank down a little beneath me into the sofa, then our bodies me again in the middle, he filling me, me gripping him deep inside. We did this again, and again, sometimes my hips gyrating in a little circle one way, then the next, getting gradually faster until he placed his hands on my hips to quell them and took over. I laughed with delight. "Oh please, please, do it!" I gasped, as he started to hammer in and out of me. Wet sounds and slapping noises, my big breasts juddering, biting my lip, biting, harder, harder... Then suddenly he returned into me with wonderful slowness and, at the moment I felt his full cock in me finally, my pussy began to spasm. "oh shitting hell!" I cried. He laughed again, like a 17-year-old. I looked down, grinning and pink, my body cascading under waves of sheer joy. He grinned back, and I think - I think - I saw a tear creep down the side of his face. Was this his first time since...? I didn't ask. I just said: "Thank you". Gyrating my hips again on him, in control, eking every last ounce of pleasure out of my savage orgasm, I waited for him to force me to do something else. He didn't. I guess this is the difference between 17 and 37. I like it! "So what did you like most on the TV tonight?" he asked, slowly, so slowly starting to slide in and out of me again. I glanced at the TV again, which he couldn't see, but I had a good view of. It was now a show I'd seen earlier in the night: a gorgeous black guy taking a very athletic looking Asian teen from behind, she jerking in front of him like a ball attached to a tabletennis bat, her little titties jabbing up and down with every beat. I'd tried it once with a guy like that but we were too uptight to make it work and we ended up him on top, me getting not a lot out of it. Nothing like this. "This looks pretty cool" I said, lifting his chin to make him look at the screen. He slid out from beneath me, removing his shirt as he did so, and knelt down behind me. His legs encapsulated mine on either side, and I leant on the far arm of the sofa. I felt his hot, swollen tip push against me. "I warn you", he said. "It's only the wine that's keeping me in one piece. It's been... it's been a long time for me since... This is..." I looked back over my shoulder at him, then forward to look at the screen once again. "This is what you need", I said, and he gasped out loud as I slid back onto him hard and fast, like the Asian girl in the Tv show. "Oh fucking hell yes" he whispered and panted, suddenly taking me harder than I'd anticipated, riding me like the guy in the film was fucking the girl on the screen, and now I knew why she was gritting her teeth as his big cock stretched me every time thanks to the position and depth. I arched my back a little to relieve it now and again, but in truth I really liked it, making me ache, making me sorer still after all my touching earlier in the evening. "Please fuck me really hard, Will" I urged him, the guy on the film barely able to hold back, Will panting short and hard with his strokes of cock, now jabs rather than strokes. "Katie... Katie" he just about managed to say, hard, short thrusts... then suddenly longer, kinder, slower ones, and I felt myself coming again on his lovely penis, my knees buckling a little. On the film, the guy's come was pouring out into the girl's mouth and spilling onto her cheeks as she jerked him off. Will's breathing changed pitch, lower, beginning to make low, strange moans. "So close", he murmured, concentrating. "Don't hold back", I begged, my pussy still ringing from the orgasm and willing to be pushed into another the moment he came. Longer, slower strokes, Will holding back until he could bear it no longer. I felt his hands gripping my hips ever tighter, leaving marks - I'd have to hide from Mum when I took my shower the next day - but I didn't mind. Time seeming to come to a halt as he returned into me, straining, his whole body tightening, his whole cock like an arm, like a bone, a hot hard bone, an arrow, inside me. Ready to split me right open. He pressed, he pressed, he pressed some more, his every fibre pushed into my young little cunt. "Oh my God". It felt like a shaken soda bottle going off in my pussy, me the hand gripping and shaking it to make it foam, as my walls pulsed hard of their own accord against his juddering, cascading cock. "Oh oh oh oh" I gasped, laughing, crying a little too, never having realised it could feel this good. Not quite this bloody good. My pussy coming again like a round of applause, my body on fire, aglow, so very happy. "Oh yes", he responded, laughing too, and perhaps also crying a little, for different reasons. But most of all because he was so happy and - a word I now understood - ecstatic. He turned off the Tv with the remote and we sort of collapsed onto the sofa, he still inside me, gently spasming still with aftershocks, me simply buzzing in the afterglow of my counterorgasm and after the single most erotically thrilling night of my life so far. We lay like that for a long time, and then he said: "Fancy a cup of tea?" *************************************************** He kissed me gently this time at the back door. "Sleep well. Can you babysit next week again?" "You have a date?" "Not exactly." I smiled this time. "Sure can." He passed me the money, and something else too. I looked at it as I walked down the driveway and crossed the road home. It was a key to the door and to further nights like the one I'd just experienced. I slipped it into the pocket of my now musty shorts and skipped home, hoping my parents were already fast asleep. Bonus for the Nanny Ch. 02 Ch. 2: "Not exactly" a date Not bad, I thought, turning sideways to survey my profile in the bedroom mirror. A week had passed since my last babysitting appointment with Will – and since that wonderful, wonderful night – and I had barely been able to concentrate on college, life or anything else but the coming adventure. I had, however, shopped: a thin, strappy summer dress with a brown floral print, short but not slutty, new shoes to match, and lingerie too – a pretty balconette bra with a delicate lacy trim, and matching, silky panties. I had been working on my make-up, and on the night itself I put my hair up into a style that I hoped would look elegant and mature. I so, so wanted to please him. Because I so, so wanted him again. Oh my God, if my parents only knew, I thought, smiling at my reflection and our secret. But if they noticed my more extravagant than normal get up for a babysitting gig – please don't look up, please don't look up, I chanted in my mind like a magic spell as I scurried through the living room and to the front door – well, they didn't mention it. And I didn't care. Seven days had flown by and now Will's 'not exactly' a date with me had arrived. I tried and failed not to run across the road to his house. *** 'Katie. You look... you look just adorable.' Will roamed all over me with his eyes as I stood in the door, and so I dropped a little curtsey. 'You like? Really?' He took my hand – the hand, and the fingertip, that last week had led to so much more – lifted it to his lips and gently kissed it. 'I like, and very, very much. Do come in.' I did so, biting my bottom lip and smiling to myself behind his back, giddy with the moment. Will was dressed in a jacket and open necked shirt, black jeans and – I was surprised to note – no shoes. He saw me looking at his feet as he led me into the dining room and blushed a little. Sweetly. I slipped off my shawl, revealing bare arms and shoulders, and my dress's provocative neckline. 'Yeahhhh, sorry, haven't quite had time to finish dressing tonight.' That boyish little smile. 'The kids needed extra bedtime stories, and so it was just a quick shower, throw some things on, and then into the kitchen. I didn't quite get round to socks and shoes.' I resisted the urge to say he needn't have bothered getting dressed at all, let alone provided food. Food? Hang on, is that what we are here for? Is this actually a date? 'You look nice, anyway', I managed to say, as he led me by the hand to the dining room table and passed me a glass full of dark red wine. 'To this evening', he toasted, clinking glasses with me. 'Let's get to know each other better.' That smile again, only not so boyish now. I took a single deep breath in, held it, and smiled back at him. Then I leant up, sighed, and kissed him on the lips. 'So darling', I said, 'what's for dinner?' *** Thai food, it turned out. Really tasty too, and we sat opposite each other, in the candlelight, trying to make conversation. The wine helped, a bit. We talked about my uni applications; he said he would help if I needed some coaching, with a glimmer of a smile. I told him this was my very first candlelit dinner, and he said he was honoured to be sharing it with me. 'It's the most fun one I've had in a while', he smiled, regaling me with further tales of disastrous dating past. But the conversation was stop and start... my tummy, for one thing, was too full of butterflies to concentrate on what I was saying... and other bits of my body, too, were distracting me from the lovely food. Do you feel the same? I wondered. When will he make his move, when can we kiss again, when can we fuck like last week... I've been thinking of nothing else since, after all, and now I have to wait? It was making me, I realised, devastatingly wet. Perhaps he knew what he was doing after all. 'Will?' 'Katie.' 'I was wondering...' – oh what to say, what to say? 'What's... for dessert?' 'I thought you'd never ask.' He went into the kitchen and returned with a gorgeous looking pudding: layers of sponge, cream, strawberries, meringue, calories and joy. He sat down opposite me smiling. I noticed he didn't have a bowl or a spoon. 'What are you having?' I asked, suddenly worried he was going to throw me out early, that he had changed his mind completely, and that he was buying me off like the kid I almost was with a bowl of ice cream. He smiled and looked me in the eye. I quivered inside. 'You.' I smiled back at him, trying to hide my relief, and then I decided, well, two can play at this game. So I slowly, extravagantly, licked the drips of cream off my spoon, my fingers, and my lips. 'Well, that's a relief', I said, squirming a little on my seat, spooning up more cream, and then putting it all into my wet, open mouth at once as I held his gaze. 'Because I have a feeling you're very hungry indeed...' He winked, then slid under the table. For a moment, I just ate some more of my dessert, and took a sip of wine. Then I felt his fingertips on the hem of my dress, gently pushing the fabric up a little and, at the same time, parting my faintly shaking legs. I let out a little purring moan at his touch, melting like the cream inside my mouth, and gripping the cool of the spoon even tighter in my lips, as he began gently to kiss the inside of my knees, and then my inner thighs, his hands slipping up under the dress. I opened my legs wider and slumped down in the chair a little more so my panties could move closer to his warm face. I bit hard on the cold metal of the spoon. 'Enjoying dessert so far?', came a voice from below the table. I sniggered. 'It's nice, but not very satisfying', I teased, biting my bottom lip in anticipation and closing my eyes. Then I felt his lips press against the cloth of my sopping wet knickers, kissing the outline of my lips. I gripped the tablecloth, then took a sip of wine to control myself while he backed away, his fingers pulling the panties away from me and down, slipping off my shoes as he guided them over my feet. He then started kissing me from my ankles and calves up my legs, tracing a long, lingering journey... I couldn't bear to wait, so I reached a hand under the table, into his hair, and pulled him up quicker. 'Don't stop', I begged, as I felt his warm breath against my oozing lips once more. 'I couldn't if I tried', he murmured, and then he kissed me fully below, his tongue exploring me as if we were French kissing and the folds of my flesh could respond like my mouth's lips, my clit like a tongue against his. His fingers, meanwhile, travelled up the inside of my legs and, effortlessly, slid over my wet outer lips and up into my mound. I pushed my butt off the chair, gasping, and gripping its edges with my hands on either side, to raise myself up from the seat and give him fuller access to my body... At which point, the chair slid out from under me and I fell, landing half on him, half in a heap on the floor, beneath the dinner table. 'Oh my God! Katie, are you OK?' he asked, trying hard not to laugh, and failing dismally. The site of him corpsing did it for me too, and suddenly the absurdity of the situation – the whole situation, but most of all this epic seduction – hit us both. I cracked up with laughter, burying my head in his shoulder to stop myself from waking up his kids, and he did the same, our bodies rocking together. After a little, he held my face in both hands, tears escaping down our cheeks as we began to control ourselves. He didn't need to say that this was the most fun he'd had for years: I could see that was the case. Something about him was lifting. He'd been trying so hard with his dating to recapture something he had lost with Elly when she died, my Mum had said, and now it seemed, to me, that something was lifting from his shoulders. He seemed happy to be living again. And all because of me! I kissed his smiling mouth, my tongue rubbing past his and tasting my own juices, which made me wetter still. My hands were in his hair, then pulling off his jacket, kissing his neck, and then his lithe, hairy chest as I undid the buttons on his shirt. He pulled down my dress straps, but left my bra on, as I rolled on top of him, banging my head slightly on the underside of the table, which made us both giggle again. But not so much this time. My cute, curvy breasts hung temptingly in front of him, their cleavage impressive in the silky padded bra, and I let them press into his face as my hands pushed down to his jeans, unbuttoned them, and discovered that socks weren't the only underwear he'd not quite had time to put on. 'Naughty Professor Will', I tutted, taking his large, eager, and very stiff cock in my hand as the other one pushed back his jeans and then slipped up to fondle his balls. I slowly rubbed the skin of his cock up and then down the hard shaft, leaning in to kiss him as I did so, his hands in my hair again, and then running all over my back and my breasts as I stroked him slowly, at first, and then stroked him slightly more vigorously. 'Do you like me, really?' I asked mischievously, trying to sound all innocent and pious, and failing in the process. He laughed at this too. 'No more teasing, Katie, please, oh please...' he murmured as one of his hands joined mine to increase the pace of my wanking. Meanwhile, his other fingers slid down my belly, making me take a sharp breath as they traipsed through my trimmed pubes then into my wetness again, gliding to my clit, encircling it, then dipping down below and deeply into me, caressing me inside, and then returning back up to the top of my mound slowly, agonizingly pausing, then beginning the circuit all over again. Only this time, so ever so slightly faster. At the same time, my right breast slipped free of its hanging bra cup, the strap dangling off of my shoulder along with my dress strap, and he pressed into my body to kiss my tit greedily, kissing at the taut skin of my shoulder and neck, and then the softness below, before finding the tip of the stiff little nipple and sucking it into his mouth. 'Oh fuck, yes', I murmured into his hair, kissing the top of his head, my hands now working harder on his shaft, spreading the beads of gooey precum all around his swollen tip, which I exposed in full by pulling back his foreskin each time before pushing it back up, the cum lubricating it as it passed over the stiff ridge, but faster each time and more roughly, feeling his breathing growing as hard as his cock, as my own breaths started to shorten. 'Katie, damn, I'm going to cum... all over... your nice dress', he gasped against my now slippery breast, his fingers working furiously inside me, pressing me closer and closer to my orgasm too. I slid my left hand down to join his, to rub against my clit in just the right way, while my right hand tugged him harder still. 'Make me cum too', I begged him, pushing my pussy onto the trio of fingers exploring its entrance and much deeper into me, finding my innermost walls and, somewhere inside me, that place that makes time stand still when it's touched. 'Right there, right there', I panted, humping his hand as I pulled him off furiously, and then kissing him again as I felt the first preparatory spasms of his cock and my own pussy walls. And then I felt his other fingertips, playing at the edge of the tight little hole of my arse, and that – well, that was that. I pressed my lips against his face, gasping his name as my body convulsed, coming much harder than I'd ever thought possible just from being touched, with wave upon wave of aching joy breaking up and down my glowing body. 'Elly... oh Katie... oh Katie' murmured Will, 'I can't.. I can't...' and then his cock exploded in my hand, jets of spunk arcing up between us and landing on his chest, my bra, my dress, my belly and the underside of my tingly, dangling breasts. And then he did something quite wonderful. With our orgasms still beating beneath our fingertips, he slid down beneath me and then entered me, at which point his ejaculation strengthened briefly one last time before finally dying away. Still hard, he slid in and out of me, gently, given our sensitive states, but also hard enough to push me back over the top for one last set of spasms. 'Oh my God, oh my darling', I cried as I lay there upon him, shuddering, whispering his name over and over, his creamy wet cum glueing our torsos together, my beautifully prepared hair now undone and trailing all over his face. As the orgasm slipped away, I found myself loving him for the way he'd just taken me so completely, and yet so unexpectedly, and so lost in the moment that, as far as I could tell, he had no idea of what he'd just said about Elly. Or did he know? If so, what does it mean? *** We lay together for the longest time, occasionally kissing. Then I asked him, hoping for seconds: 'What's for coffee?' 'Just coffee', he smiled, looking at me kindly, as always, and now also as if he wanted to ask me a question. But he didn't. He just pulled his jeans up and went to make the coffee. As I adjusted my clothes, using a napkin to clean up the cum and feeling glad I had brought along my shawl, which would hide the wetter patches when I made my way back home, I battled with my confusion. Looking for answers, I browsed along the pictures on the dining room mantelpiece. There she was: so beautiful and, in these shots, so young. Just after they'd met in their first year at university, I guessed. 19, or maybe 20. Not so much older than me. And then it hit me. I was just about to go to university too. And, looking at these pictures, I could see that the Young Elly – curvy, smiling, longish brown hair, pretty if not devastating, happy, so very full of life – had more in common with me than I'd ever imagined. 'Here you are', he said, suddenly behind me, handing me my coffee, slipping a hand around my waist to turn me to him. Where is this going, I wanted to ask him, but couldn't: what do you want from me? Instead I just kissed him again, then sipped the dark and bitter drink. I only know one thing for sure, right now, I thought. I don't want this to end. What to say, what to... 'So, this coaching for university?' I murmured, looking up at him with my big brown eyes, and holding his look as I theatrically licked the final, carefully saved drop of cum from the tip of my favourite finger: 'Will it be... thorough?' I hope so. Oh God, I do hope so, I thought, as I licked and I swallowed and waited. He smiled. It certainly would. (To be continued.) Bonus for the Nanny Ch. 03 Dear Katie It would be my pleasure to help you prepare for your university applications. The experience, I am sure, will be productive and rewarding for us both. May I suggest the following approach? First, as I am sure you know, the key component of your university application is the personal statement. This is a short piece of prose, no longer than 500-1000 words, in which you must give a sense of your character and attributes, and why you want to be considered by the institution to which you have applied. But, between you and me, what you really need to persuade the reader of is just how much you want it (your place at university, naturally...) and exactly what you are willing to do in order to get what you want. Second, in order to whittle down prospective candidates to a manageable shortlist, it is common for prospective students to be asked to submit a short video recording of themselves to augment the written statement. The video should be viewed as another opportunity to put across exactly how much you want it and what you are willing to do to get it. It is also an opportunity for you to show off your personal attributes, character, flair, and precisely what the viewer can expect to get from you 'in the flesh', as it were, if he chooses to make you an offer. Finally, you will be required to attend a short interview. This is your chance to impress and to leave your interviewer in no uncertain terms that not only do you want it, but that he wants you more than anybody else in the world, on behalf of his institution, who might apply for the same position. Please dress to impress: a formal suit would be appropriate. You need to look as mature as possible. I therefore propose to hold a mock interview with you, at which I will also give you feedback on your video and written statement. To ensure I have ample time repeatedly to review your submitted materials before the interview, please put them through my letterbox sometime on Wednesday afternoon (a short clip burned to disk will be fine for the video, or if you prefer you can send it to my phone). Now, I recall you telling me that you have Thursday afternoons free. I will therefore expect you to arrive promptly at 2pm. To preserve a degree of formality, I will not welcome you to the house. Enter with your babysitting key and proceed to the door to my study. Knock, then sit down on the chair outside my room and wait. Try to prepare yourself for the interview, which will be rigorous, detailed and probing. I will call you in when I am ready to begin. Kind regards Will *** My mother read it out at the breakfast table. Yes: the breakfast table. Will had posted it through our letterbox the morning after our 'not exactly' a date. Astonishingly, brazenly, madly, without an envelope. She had found it and now she was reading it out loud. Oh. My. God. My father barely looked up from his paper. My mother sighed (a little wistfully, I thought) and said, 'He's such a good man to make this time for you, you know Katie... after all, he's been through so much. You really must do your best to impress him and not let him down.' She gave me a strange little look, then passed me the letter and averted her eyes. Could she have guessed? Surely not. Blushing beetroot red and bolting back my cornflakes, I nodded my agreement and managed a spluttered, 'I will. I mean, I won't. Whatever.' It was hard to concentrate, as phrases from the letter, which I now held with my shaking hand and reread again and again, bounced around my mind and started playing tricks on certain parts of my still sleepy body: ...show how much you want it... what you are willing to do to get it... show off your personal attributes 'in the flesh'... I will repeatedly review your submitted materials... the interview will be rigorous, detailed and probing... And finally: ...he wants you more than anybody else in the world. ...he wants you more than anybody else in the world. ...he wants you more than anybody else... 'I'm going to take this up to my room and think it over' I managed to say, knocking back my orange juice, wishing it had a shot of vodka in it, then grabbing some fruit from the bowl for my lunch and scarpering upstairs just as my Dad said, behind me, 'Use the Digital Video Camera if you want, love.' 'Um, thanks Dad'. I ran along the landing, slammed my bedroom door by leaning against it, locked it and immediately slid my hand into my pyjama bottoms, my fingers slipping straight into my wet, aching pussy. 'You bastard', I moaned, laughed and smiled, 'You wonderful bastard', as I rubbed hard little circles around my clit with two fingertips, like Will's tongue the night before, my other hand slipping under the elastic too, its fingers pushing into me. With no time for finesse, pure need took over and the orgasm building at breakfast broke through and rippled, then ripped, through my body. Oh my God, oh my God... My knees gave way as I came, and I slid down the door frame, landing in a crumpled heap, and then began rubbing myself less urgently, half propped up against the wood, as I reread Will's letter carefully and began to consider the first part of my 'application'. As the knot of tension started building inside me again, I noticed the banana lying on the floor next to me - the one I had grabbed from the kitchen table - and I began also to imagine what I might do for Will on my video tape. I'll tease you right back, I thought, and see if I can't do this to you. With that, moaning softly, closing my eyes and unbuttoning my top so I could play with my boobs, I sank onto the floor and started coming all over again. *** Personal Statement Each night I lie awake and think of you. As moonlight slips in at the edge of my curtains, my fingers trace the soft, wet folds of my pussy's lips and I imagine they are you - your tongue, your mouth, your fingertips, your cock - as they slip inside me. But I make myself wait, running my hands up and down my naked body beneath the cotton sheet, over the round of my belly and the smooth, soft curve of my breasts, the hard points at their centre resisting, burning my palms as I press them. How I wish they were your hands. I slide them slowly, so slowly, back down to my parted, swollen lips, and I arch my back, closing my eyes and opening my mouth, and gasping as my fingers enter me again. I run my tongue around my mouth's dry lips, imagining their wrinkles are the skin of your balls, then extend my tongue as I imagine tracing a line up to the base of you thick, throbbing cock. I so, so want to suck your cock: this is what I want more than anything else in the world. As my fingers slide inside me, I tingle all over my body, my nipples hard and throbbing, my body pulsing with desire, and I fantasize about taking you into my mouth, and tasting your warm, sticky precum. I want to lick all the way from the root of your shaft to your tip and then all the way down again, not touching it with my hands, just using my mouth to pleasure you as I simultaneously pleasure myself. I'd close my hot, wet mouth around your cock on one side, sliding up and then down, making you feel as if you are fucking the groove of my wet, slippy cunt, and then moving to the other side and repeating the movement, only harder, the grind of my mouth pulling back your foreskin and unveiling your bulging, red head. I haven't sucked it yet and I moan with desire and my own pleasure, my fingers beginning to make me cum, as I imagine the ooze of your precum dribbling down your dick as I work you with my mouth. 'Do you want me yet, do I meet your expectations?' I imagine asking you, as I look up at you with wide, hungry eyes. 'Do you want me to put your cock inside my mouth?' I buckle a little as the edge of my orgasm ripples within me and I imagine running my tongue around the ridge of your tip, sticky wet and so needing to be taken into my mouth and sucked. To hold myself back, as much as you, I imagine slipping down again to your balls, sucking each in turn. Your skin, I fantasize, tightens and contracts, drawing them close to your cock, drawing the cum up it, as you find you cannot bear it any longer and start to beg. Offering tiny, flickering kisses to your shaft, I return slowly up the length of your throbbing, stiff cock, and I smile up at you as I reach the edge of the tip and my tongue plays at the ridge, my mouth and eyes now open wide, inviting you in, inviting you to come. Now, one of my hands is spared from my pussy to take your cock firmly and angle into my mouth. "Do you want me?", I would ask you, as I start to stroke your cock with my hand, also feeling my own body tighten up inside, ready to come. Then I'd place the broad tip of your cock on my tongue and start slowly to close my mouth all around the tip, about to suck you until you can't bear it any more and start to come harder than you've ever come before... If you would like to discuss just how much you want me, I would be happy to attend an interview at your earliest convenience. Kind regards Katie *** I'd masturbated so much writing the statement that I could barely keep a straight face for the video. Thinking my words would have put him into a state of despseration anyway, I decided to act out the fantasy, but teasingly, ironically, and with, crucially, a banana instead of his cock. I put on some simple white lingerie, lay back on my bed, and faced the camera as I started to touch myself. I ran my hands all over my body, like I'd described, playing with my nipples, pulling them to make them stand out as impressively as possible, all the while remembering to roll my eyes in ecstasy (not all of it faked) and then look longingly into the camera, just like the solo girls I'd seen on Will's late night channels. First I rubbed myself through my panties, until the jucies of my pussy made the cotton of my knickers nice and wet. Then I pulled them so that the crotch disappeared up inside - at this point, enjoying the view from the camera on my PC monitor as it dumped the pictures straight onto my PC, I really started to get horny again. Then I slid them off, knelt up and undid my bra, playing with my breasts as it fell away, cupping them and licking at the nipples, which I loved, especially when I could see them tautening on the screen as the saliva evaporated, heat turning to cold on my skin, and in turn to desire. Now I arched an eyebrow at the camera, reached behind me to beneath my pillow, and produced - ta-dah - my banana. Quite a large one. But not massive (best not to give him a complex). I tentatively ran it all over the front of my body, between my breasts, then sliding it down over my round little belly and between the parted lips of my pussy, moaning gently as I did so, my other hand in my hair, my eyes closing as I moved it back and forth, and then opening to look at the camera, saying with my eyes 'I wish this was your cock'. I slid it into my pussy a little, moving it in and out - it had a weird, rubbery feel, not unpleasent, but not Will. I pretended it was and pushed it in further, moaning hard. Then I brought it slowly up to my lips and licked it from tip to stem and back again, sucking the tip into my mouth. Then, leaning back to rest my backside on my feet, I unpeeled it slightly. Staring directly into the camera, I opened my mouth and rested the white flesh of the fruit's tip on my pink tongue, before closing my lips, agonizingly slowly, all around it and sucking it in. I closed my eyes in imagined ecstasy... And then I bit down. I opened my eyes as I chewed, smiling naughtily at the camera, and waving bye bye at the moment, on my computer, I would make the video fade to black. *** I skipped across the road, as ordered, at lunchtime on Wednesday, the brown padded envelope with the CDR and statement inside. I'd run the edges around my pussy lips before leaving the house, just so he'd know it was from me. Thursday was still a day away, I sighed, as I pushed it through the door. I went back to my house and up to my room, and then onto my favourite porn site to brush up on the perfect blowjob. I didn't want to blow my interview. Just the interviewer, and his mind. (To be continued) Bonus for the Nanny Ch. 04 In the end, it didn't work out as I'd expected. There was no interview. There was, however, the single most intense experience of my life to date, at least back then. I had never been needed so strongly, taken so fully, made to feel so meaningful as the way Will made me feel on that sad, wonderful day. It was the end of everything, the beginning of so much more. But I suppose I should start at the beginning. Where were we...? *** I sat there for fifteen minutes, awaiting my "interview". The first five were exciting. I was squirming in my tight little-two piece suit, my panties warmly wet with excitement under my skirt, my nipples pressing through my bra and the shiny cloth of my jacket, making dark little bumps in the fabric. I allowed myself a little tease, smiling as I imagined Will inside his study, hard and ready but making me wait, preparing to probe me for the position at hand. The next five made me anxious. What the hell *was* he planning, I began to wonder, that he'd need to keep me waiting here so long? Was I to be punished? Eek! The next five made me bored. No noise from within, and I was beginning to feel silly, and to doubt myself. Had he changed his mind? Given up on me? Simply forgotten me? But *how* could he forget me after all we'd done together? This was nuts. I stood up, took a deep breath, tried my best to ignore my racing heart and banged on the door. No answer. I banged again. "Bastard" I muttered under my breath. And again. Still nothing. I turned the doorknob, flung open the door and stormed in. Will wasn't there. The room was empty and in that instant, I experienced one of the worst moments of my life. I suddenly felt like a fool, like a tart, a dumb girl taken advantage of, not an equal but a victim. I walked over to his desk and knocked his lamp over, breaking it on the floor. Now I felt like an idiot. I began to cry. A couple of minutes later, I was leaving the study and about to leave the house when I saw the staircase. He was out, I figured, so why not take revenge? Maybe I could cut up his ties. Wasn't that what people do to assholes like Will? I crept upstairs. And on the landing, I heard him. I didn't know what the sound was at first. I didn't even know it was human. It sounded like an animal, an animal that had been hurt, that lay dying. My heart caught in my throat, so affecting was the sound. I made my way to the half open door of the master bedroom. I'd been inside it a few times when babysitting, after the boys were asleep. Primarily just to look, although once I'd lain on the bed and rubbed myself down below for a while, imagining Will was there with me, long before it all began. Before he really was with me. The bed, I now saw, was in a state. Unmade, and worse. A pillow was torn, feathers everywhere. It looked like a fight had taken place. The mirror on the dresser was broken, a bloody smear at its centre. There was also blood on the bed and the carpet. A trail of drips led to the walk-in wardrobe. Oh my God. That was where the sounds were coming from. Had Will been attacked? Hurt? Killed? My breath short, my heart beats blurring in a whirr, I stepped across the carpet, trying not to make a sound, and bracing myself for what I would see beyond the closet door. I closed my eyes. Go home, a voice inside me said. Go home, never come back, forget this all happened. This is not your problem. *You* could be hurt, killed, or worse. Go home! I opened the door. I screamed. *** In my defence, he screamed as well, backing away in terror from the doorway and the position he'd been slumping in on the floor when I'd opened the closet. I stepped back too, my hands rising to my mouth to stifle my shock. The blood trail went to where he'd been slumping, and now on into the darkness where he'd slid. Stretching out a hand, I found the closet light. Harsh white lights leapt on, and Will flinched. He looked terrible – his hand, I now saw, was bleeding, he had blood marks on his face, his eyes were red and swollen, his body was shaking. He stretched out a hand, as if to ward off an attacker. "Oh God no no" he rasped, in a broken voice verging on tears. "No Elly, no Elly, no." Elly. Elly? I stepped into the light of the closet so he could see me properly. "Will? Will? It's me. Katie? Will, it's OK. It's just me. Just me. Look." He stared at me, wide-eyed, holding his breath just as I was holding mine. "Katie?", he then asked in a small, quiet voice, as if he'd never heard my name before. Then his face relaxed, or rather collapsed, exhausted and broken with grief. He'd remembered. "Oh Katie. Oh my. I'm... I'm so sorry." He lifted the black cloth he'd wrapped his bleeding hand in – a silk dress? – to his face, sank into it, and wept. This was the sound I had heard from the stairs. I crept forwards, and knelt quietly before him. 'Will?' My hand touched his leg. He recoiled, but I kept it there, steady, even though my arms were shaking. "Will? What happened? What did you do?" "I..." he began. "I..." But he couldn't begin to complete his thought, his shoulders shaking harder. I leaned forwards and, as best as I could in this awkward position, embraced and held him to my breasts. Some time later, he could speak. *** "I'd forgotten. Today was her birthday. All the excitement of you coming around" – I smiled back gently, hoping he'd continue – "getting the boys off, and then, as I was cleaning up this morning, choosing a suit to wear today... It hit me. It was today. Elly's day. Oh God... I felt sick. I'd forgotten. How could I forget something like that? And... Oh, I don't know, I felt like I'd betrayed her. Not just betrayed her, but danced on her fucking grave, what with all we've been getting up to, carrying on like this, like nothing has happened, like she never existed. I felt like a twat. I was so angry, so vilely angry. So I lost it." He glanced around the view of the bedroom we could see from the back of the closet, where we were sitting side by side, the tops of our heads leaning together, motioning with his bloodied hand wrapped in the dark and delicate fabric. "Then I crawled in here, and got her dress, the one I keep at the bottom of my closet. I held it, felt she was here again, so near, as if like she had only just left ..." He was silent for a time. "I'm sorry", he whispered. "I should have remembered our appointment, I should have..." I took his broken hand in mine, shifting around to crouch in front of him again, and kissed the tips of his bloody fingers, tasting their saltiness. I liked it. He tasted of life. "It's OK, Will. Shhh. You don't need to explain." And gently, so as not to hurt him, I began to unwrap the sticky silk dress from his hand. He winced a little as it came off the deeper cuts from the mirror, but relinquished his grip. Kneeling up a little, I smoothed the dress down against my body. Nearly a perfect fit, I couldn't help thinking. I'm a little fuller figured than Elly, but not so different. Will stared at me. A new look. One I've never seen since on a man. I don't know why I did what happened next. Something inside me just knew what to do. I've never regretted it, any more than I regretted anything else that summer. But this was the turning point, the start of the end, and the beginning of the rest of my life. I unbuttoned my jacket and it slid to the floor. I slipped my fingers under the straps of my bra and pushed them down my arms, then reached behind and undid the clasp. I removed the bra and dropped it, my bare breasts now exposed to him, heaving slightly with the excitement of the moment, a tiny flush of pink between them, rising up to my neck, my dark nipples shrinking and hardening still further in the cool, dark air. I unbuttoned my skirt and unwrapped it, letting it fall as I stood in from of him, my sticky little panties in front of his face. I could smell his blood, and now he could smell me too. I put my thumbs under their elastic and teased them down over my wet, furry mound. They made a lightly glistening, sucking sound as they came clear of my swollen lips. Now they fell down, too, and I stepped out of them. I didn't feel just sexually excited. I felt powerful. Will couldn't take his eyes off of me. He looked like he'd die if he did. He knew what was happening and was going to happen, and much as he wanted to stop it, he wanted it to happen as well. He needed it to happen. I slipped her dress over my head and allowed the silk to glide slowly over my body. In spite of the sticky patches of blood, it slid into place, rather tight around my bust and hips, but hardly unflatteringly so. One hand brushing down from my breast to my belly, and then down below, furrowing the fabric a little as, breathing audibly to show him my excitement, I extended my other hand to him. "Come." Not a request: an instruction. Shakily he stood, then he took my hand with his red, bloody fingers. I pulled him towards me. He stopped just an inch or two away. "I'm not Elly", I said. "You know that." Will stared at my young body in her dress, breathing hard, his torn shirt rising and falling with is breath like the arrow of his cock pressing up through his trousers. "But I can be, just this once, if you want me to be." I waited only seconds for his reply, but it felt like so much longer than the fifteen minutes I'd waited for him earlier in the day. It felt like fifteen years. Than his quiet voice, stronger now. Darker. "Yes", he said, "I do." I didn't dare move. I had made my play. Now it was his turn. I had to let him lead this dance, to the death, to the ends of the earth. He reached out one palm and laid it flat against my left breast, the tip of my nipple pressing through the silky fabric as the warmth of its roundness spread out beneath his hardening touch. He closed his eyes and let out a long, quiet breath, his forehead falling to the skin above my breasts, where the low cut of the dress had once plunged deeply to show off her cleavage, and now displayed mine. He breathed me in, his other hand rising – the bleeding one – rising to take the other breast too. He sucked in air, harder this time. His grasp on my breasts became harder too, his finger tips pressing deeply into my flesh, and starting to hurt me. I winced, gasped a little, but I didn't dare stop him. His hands raked down my ribs from my tits, moving behind onto my lower back, like talons, then down to my hips, which were shaking like the rest of me, trembling with the weirdest, most exciting mixture of emotions and need, and then on to my ass, where they dug in harder still, pulling my buttocks into separate bunches of flesh, marking them as he'd already marked my boobs. Now I felt him starting to shake, his face no longer pressed against me, but pulling away from my chest to look down at my body in front of him, in Elly's dress, bearing his blood and his marks. His for his taking. He rushed me. It was like some kind of tackle. The initial impact as he pushed me backwards and off of my feet didn't fully wind me, but the weight of his body slamming into me as we fell onto the bed brought stars to my eyes and knocked the breath out of my mouth. My head was now swimming, my vision red and black with whirling lights, as I felt him finding his way between my parted, shaking legs, tearing at his trousers, pushing upwards. His face was buried in the flesh of my breasts, sucking hard at them as the dress fell away to reveal their curves, leaving angry red marks as he did, I could tell, before attacking first my left nipple, then the right, sucking them so fully into his mouth and between his teeth that I gasped for air, before his teeth closed in on them, sharp enough to make me almost bleed. And still I held my tongue. I knew that he needed this, that I had offered this and had to take it. And I also knew how much I wanted it too, more than I'd wanted any fuck in my young little life up till then. So I opened my legs wide for him, to help him find me with his now exposed cock, which I felt, along with the teeth of his fly, rough against my bare white thighs, jutting awkwardly and grazing as they pressed towards my wet, open cunt. Indelicately, he jabbed it upwards, thrusting as if already deep inside me, the fat tip in my pubes, then knocking the top of my lips and my clit, then banging me just to the side of my pussy and then finally... oh God, straight, deep into me, half inside me with one single thrust, and then he moved his knees a little, raising his buttocks up and plunging his full weight against me at last, his cock burying right inside my tight, aching pussy, and I screamed, I just couldn't help it, I screamed and screamed his name, and he said hers, and he pushed and pushed and pushed, pushing all the way inside of me already, but as if he wanted to bury his body inside my wet hole, to press himself into my flesh – his mouth between my tits, his spit dripping onto me as he shook with the force of his effort to enter me, some animal sound in his throat, my breath now gone from me as I began to see stars again, mind whirling as the pressure inside me and on me build in tandem, and I tighten, reaching a moment of release... And he came, and I came, my God how we came, all at once, our bodies as one, locked in struggle, a dark, bloodied mass of needs. Pressed hard against each other the whole time, we convulsed as if his pumping cock were a gun exploding inside me, each shot bursting my flesh, and my flesh in turn echoing each spurt with a ricochet of its own, dragging him into me fuller than before. His whole body racking against me, and I against him too, his arms now around my back, pulling me into him, so tight I couldn't breath at all, and I may have passed out as the waves of pain, pleasure and I don't know what fled throughout my entire being. I couldn't tell you. I do know that, slowly, I felt the spasms starting to quell, and our bodies slightly move apart, still fully against each other, but not quite so deeply and painfully as before. I could breathe, and I kissed him on the top of his wet, sweaty head, now noticing the tears streaking down to either side of my breasts and pooling in the hollow at the base of my throat, as the after-shudders of his orgasm waned to a fluid, gentle twitching deep inside me. He was crying at my breast, ebbing along with the still warm pulse of my own long orgasm, which seemed as if it never would end, and yet at some point, well, I guess did. Eventually, we lay still. I stroked his hair, and after a time, he stopped crying. Wet with fluids, the dress glued us together, and his hands released their hold on my back and slid slowly up to its shoulders. His mouth gently kissed me where his tears had gathered at the base of my throat, and then he turned his face up to kiss the pale skin beneath my chin, at the same time pulling the straps of the dress down over my shoulders. Able to move at last, I slipped my arms out of the dress and then crossed them behind his hard, gleaming back. He kissed me on my swollen, bloody lips. And he said my name. As he whispered it, our eyes met, and he smiled. A glorious smile, like the sun slitting clouds in mid-winter, new born and weak, but still there. "Katie", he said again, "I..." I put a finger to his lips and gently began to roll my hips beneath him, encouraging his no longer waning cock. I rocked a little stronger, moving it back and forth inside me, inviting it back to life. "Will?" I asked him urgently, as I felt the heat starting to rise in me again, his lovely straight cock now hardening, its tip slipping deeper into me again as it grew and stretched out its head. "Take me. Please. Take *me* this time." He began to match my hips' gentle movement with circles of his own, and at some point, those circles had little gaps at their peaks as our bodies sucked away from each other with a wet gulping sound, before he slapped down onto me again. Just small slaps at first, and I laughed at the sounds, gasping beneath him a little but smiling at the sensations, the tingling in my pussy picking up where my orgasm had left off before, tightening around the hot, swollen stalk of his dick. Now he used his arms to lever himself up above me, looking down on me as he thudded into me, the shockwaves rippling through my bruised and bloody breasts, making them tingle still further. And suddenly he paused. I looked at him, concerned - "Please don't stop" - but he smiled a warm, gentle smile, the smile I'd loved all these years, and then he grasped the silk dress where it lay bunched across my belly after riding up as we had fucked. His stiff cock impaling me, the muscles on his sinewy arms bulged as he pulled at the fabric with both hands. Finally, it split and gave way, tearing apart in one rip and then falling on either side of our bodies, like a discarded shroud. His hands moved onto the headboard and his entire body, now taut, wet and hard, rose above me on his bed. Just using his hips and his legs, he began to ride me again. I was pinned beneath him but able to move and express myself fully, so my hands raked his chest as it breathed hard above me, little splashes of sweat raining onto me from above with each thrust. "Pin me... pin me down", I heard myself urging him as his thrusts grew more frenetic, lifting my legs up suggestively so my ankles were grazing his arms. He placed one fist, then the other, down on either side of my shoulders, entrapping my legs against them, and I rolled my bum and lower back up as clear of the sticky black dress as they could go, the backs of my calves now coming to rest on his shoulders. I loved it: so stretched open, so vulnerable. We held the position together, staring into each others eyes, me loving the feel of his cock so deep inside me as to break my sinews and bones, him loving the fact that the smile on my face was stretching as wide as my buttocks and pussy beneath him. Then he began to thrust in and out of my hole, not delicately at all, and suddenly we were having the hardest, most magical fuck I could ever have imagined. Wet sucking sounds as his cock came up out of my hole, holding it outside of me before plunging back in, each time the breath screeching from my body. Will fucked me like that, teasingly, and then faster still for thirty seconds, then again pausing at the top of each thrust, making me wait for him to impale me again, the juices dripping down off of his cock and out of my pussy, and trickling, I could feel, into the stretched, open hole of my ass, now gaping beneath him so invitingly. He did this several times more, in a cycle, and on each return I shuddered inside with the beginnings of another hard orgasm which would each time be knocked out of me as he brought his weight to bear on the job. Then, the last time he paused, I took over. I reached down one hand and took his wet, slippery cock by the shaft, moving my hand down it to his balls, which tightened up beneath my fingers, and then sliding it back up to his tip resting at the entrance to my pussy, repeating that motion again and again, slowly and firmly, and then a bit faster. Will was loving it, and begging me not to stop. "Make me cum, make me cum." "No, not yet." Sliding up and down, up and down, squirming beneath him, knowing what was coming... "I want you to fuck me like a whore," I grinned, biting my bottom lip, and angling his stiff tip down from my cunt and towards my tighter little hole. "I want you in here, Will. Please, fuck me here." I raised my butt towards him as much as I could, straining with the effort and pressing the wet, wrinkly flesh of my hole against the heat of his tip, which I held by the shaft as it pushed slightly into me, building pressure outside my ass, trying to break and enter me, to make me yet more fully his. Bonus for the Nanny Ch. 04 "Are you sure?" he asked me, the tip of his tip already slipping through the bunching muscles, so wet had I become inside and out. "God, yes", I murmured, closing me eyes, breathing in deeply then out slowly and allowing my bum to relax, at which point his cock slipped into me so sweetly. At first. And then it was like the first time of that day, breath shooting out at me as, rather than pressing onto my with his full body, his cock instead expelled all of my breath from within. I was so wet that it didn't tear inside me, but the pressure was like nothing I'd ever felt before, aching at the centre of my being, barely half way in when I gasped for breath, feeling as if his entire bloody arm was sliding up my arse. "Should I stop?" he asked, seeing tears escape from my eyes and down my burning, freckled red cheeks. "No, no, I want it, I want it, I want it so badly", I winced, bearing down on him harder, forcing it all the way into me. Will began to slide it in and out less gently, each hard vein seeming to judder as it forced its way through, and I shouted his name, some obscenities, and just for the joy of it, feeling like my whole body was going to be pulled out of my hole with his cock every time it came out, before he began easing it back in again. He was slowly building up a rhythm of sorts, my head was spinning again, more stars and hyperventilation now too as he filled me and began to get faster, the burning inside my ass spreading throughout my lower body, my pussy's wall's starting to twitch and contract, my clit throbbing like a heart. "Oh Katie, oh God, Katie", he gasped, holding his body tight, his muscles in his tummy pumping cum and blood to the tip of his cock, his buttocks rigidly pounding me, and the heat now spreading throughout my body, which ached for him and needed this to end. It also needs a bloody good shower, I thought suddenly and unexpectedly, and with that I relaxed and he smiled down at me too, the joy of the moment taking over, and I sang beneath him, Will, oh Will, make me cum, make me cum, make me cum. And then he slowed, agonizingly, already almost laughing as he knew his cock was about to explode again, me grinning broadly and biting my tongue so as not to laugh, and failing miserably, releasing peal after peal as he returned it into me, all the way, and we exploded, his pelvic bone and belly grinding my pussy and clit as our orgasm unleashed itself, like water brimming over an overfilling bath, as we came and came and came, his cum pulsing, my spasms rippling, gasping and laughing and crying again. Finally, we came to a rest. At some point, his cock slipped out of my throbbing wet ass and I held it in both of my hands as it curled up to sleep. And then we slid into a spooning position and both of us slept. *** Later, we really did take shower. A very long shower. No sex, just cuddling, caressing, whispered promises as the bubbles washed away the afternoon, for me, and so much more for Will. Later still, we said goodbye. There was the promise to see each other soon, but we both knew it was a promise that we probably wouldn't keep. I'd be leaving for uni before long, and he also needed to move on. I kissed him once more, my lips closed, my suit buttoned up anew. Into his trouser pocket I slipped the key: "Thanks." And in a sudden movement, he clasped me to him, knocking the breath from my lungs one last time. He held me for the longest moment and then said, "No, thank *you*". Then he let me go. I didn't skip home that time. I couldn't have done so if I'd wanted to, if I'm honest, the warm burn of my asshole and pussy, my sore ribs and bruises, stopping such childish things. But I didn't want to, anyway. Instead, I walked slowly back across the street, my hips moving in some indefinably new way, perhaps swaying a little more than before. Knowing he was watching me from his window, and that this was the last thing he'd ever see of me. I never looked back. THE END