3 comments/ 216808 views/ 32 favorites The Babysitter Revisited By: Stalkerman Now, don't get me wrong – I'm not saying my wife, Maria, isn't sexually attractive any more. She is. In fact, for a woman of 43, she's still got a decent figure, and I know that, from time to time, men try to chat her up, wonder if they might be in with a chance – you know, "bored housewife" sort of thing – never know your luck – might be OK for a quick, uncomplicated fuck. Actually, they might be right. One of them might get lucky one of these days. Maybe one – or more – of them has! And he won't have been disappointed. She's medium height, long hair, still quite dark – only little flecks of grey. She's still got a decent jawline – no double chin – and her face is relatively unlined. Large brown eyes, wide mouth, but lips just a little thinner, these days. She strips quite well, for her age. Her tits have still got a bit of bounce in them, and her nipples always did erect very easily. They still feel good when you've got your hands wrapped round them and licking her nipples still makes her moan with pleasure. She has a waist, which is more than you can say for a lot of women her age, but her belly sags a little, which has the effect of lowering, and apparently reducing, her pubic triangle. The whole pubic assembly, in fact, seems to have slipped deeper between her legs, which is OK when she's on her back, legs wide, but not so enticing when she's standing up. Her pubes, generally, seem sparser, and lighter, than before, which is a pity, because I like a big hairy bush on a woman. Her butt was always slim, almost boyish, which I liked when I was younger, but my tastes have changed there, and a firm, jutting rear really flicks my switch these days. That kind of ass always looks, to me, as if it still has a stiff cock inside it, and, every time I see one, I imagine the woman walking along, still feeling that thick dick inside her, and creaming herself with every step she takes. My wife, unfortunately, has very little flesh around her hips now and her legs, although still very shapely, do have a few varicose veins in them – nothing too noticeable, but I know they're there. Anyway, her ass does nothing at all for me nowadays, but some guys seem to find it attractive – I see them turn and give it a look, in the street. She still enjoys a good fuck, though, and she gives a pretty good one, when we're both in the mood. She also joins in with my fantasies about her being fucked by another man – or men. She's never confessed to actually doing it with anyone else – since we were together, I mean – but she has been felt up – tits and pussy – a few times, usually at a fairly drunken party, and I like it when she tells me about those times. How she felt as another guy's hand felt under her bra and squeezed her bare tits, getting wet between the legs, feeling his hard cock press against her. How it felt as he played with her hard nipples, thinking about how good it would be to let him finger her wet cunt. And, how, a couple of times, when she had had a real lot to drink, she had found herself up against a wall, with a 'new' man's hand actually inside her panties, and had been unable to stop herself letting him slip a finger inside her, and had come, moaning and gasping, leaning against him as his thumb tickled her hard clit to orgasm. How she would enjoy taking a new, hard cock in her hand. What it would feel like, having a big thick cock other than mine slide into her wet cunt. She says she's never done that, but I'm sure she has, and one day I'll get her to tell me about it … Just lately, because she's a schoolteacher, I've revived one of my favourite fantasies – where a group of the older boys – maybe the football team – get a little drunk and catch her working late, alone in the school. They get a bit out of line and she tells them off, but one of them calls her bluff and grabs her. As she struggles, he accidentally touches one of her tits, then, because he enjoyed what he felt, he touches it again. Maria gets mad, but the guy's pretty drunk and horny and he grabs her and really gives her tit a squeeze. She fights him off, but he gets two of the other guys to grab her wrists and hold them down on her desk. She's standing up, her butt pressed against the edge of the desk, and, with all the rest watching, he takes her tits in his two hands and really gives them a feel. He's close up against her, and she can feel his hard rod pressing against her. Then he unbuttons her high-neck blouse and pulls it back over her shoulders. Her bra is black, lacy and they can see the shape of her nipples through it. He touches her tits again, rubbing his thumbs against her nipples, through the lacy material of her bra. They're all quiet now, watching. Maria is really scared – she knows she has no control any more. She feels tears at the back of her eyes. Then the guy unclips the front of her bra and pulls it aside. Her naked tits are exposed. There is a sort of collective sigh as the bra falls way, and hands reach out. She is crying, now, as her pupils take turns at feeling her bare tits – and then she feels a hand going up her leg. "No! Please!" she protests, but it's way too late for that. Hands pull the front of her skirt up and her brief black panties are revealed. She knows that stray curls of her dark forest of pubic hair are peeping out round the sides of her panties. The hands are on her thighs, now, then one slides inside the leg of her panties … Her cuntlips are moist, an inevitable result of having her tits felt and fondled by more than a dozen hands, and she sobs with shame and humiliation as an excited voice says her cunt is wet. She feels a finger slide inside her, and she gasps as it touches her g-spot. Then her panties are dragged down and her legs are pulled apart, exposing her moist cunt. Maria is sobbing, now, bent back over the desk, as fingers explore her moist inner depths and hands squeeze her naked tits. She's now lying, on her back, on the desk. Her wrists are imprisoned and her legs are being held wide apart. Then, suddenly, the fingers are no longer touching her cunt, and she feels the entrance being stretched by the unmistakable width of a knobhead. Before she can even scream, it's right inside her, and the football captain is fucking her in front of the whole squad. He leans over her and grabs her tits while his athletic young hips drive his big hard cock like a piston into her defenceless cunt. Then, suddenly, he stiffens his body and rams his cock up her one final time, and she feels his semen jetting into her unprotected womb. Then the rest of their cocks come out – big, young, hard straight cocks – and they start fucking her. First of all, they only fuck her cunt, on the desk, then one of them pushes his dick into her mouth and makes her suck it till he shoots his come down her throat. Then she's pulled off the desk and bent over it and a black guy fucks her in the ass as she sobs in shame and outrage, her face pressed against the desk, her tits squashed against the rough wood. Most of them come back for two or three goes. A lot of them make her tit-fuck them, making her hold her tits round their cocks, and sucking the knob with her lips until they come in her mouth. A lot more force her to do blowjobs second time around, playing with their big hairy balls as they fuck her mouth, and the ones who come back a third time seem to favour fucking her ass, while they lean over her, and play with her dangling tits. At the end, she's getting cocks up her cunt and ass at the same time, sandwiched between two guys standing up, holding her in the air, legs apart, supported only by their cocks, their hands and mouths squeezing and twisting her tits and nipples until she screams for mercy. Then, when they've all had their fun with her, they leave, taking all her clothes with her, and the caretaker finds her, naked, in her classroom and won't let her borrow his coat to cover herself with until she's let him play with her tits and fuck her, too. I love it when we talk like that, although she goes a bit quiet when they start fucking her mouth and ass and tits, but, by that time, I don't care – I'm flying! Anyway, I know that, if she ever did respond to any of the come-ons she gets from time to time, the guy wouldn't be disappointed. In fact, I wish she would do a bit of free-lance fucking, on the side. I know I'd love to hear all the details, afterwards – in fact, I'd like to watch. But, as things are, with the exception of my fantasies, the fact remains – I'm suffering from the "same old pair of tits" syndrome. Our neighbour, Joan, is well into her seventies. Her daughter, Lynn, is married, with four kids – a son, James, and three daughters. I'll let you into a secret. Lynn was just eighteen when we moved in next door to her and her mother – and her father, who was alive, then. She used to babysit for us. One night the wife and I came home, pretty wrecked, from a party, and I had to put Maria to bed before I paid Lynn off. When I came downstairs, Lynn was waiting, with her coat on, to get paid. As I was getting her money out, I noticed something white on the carpet, half-hidden under a chair, and I picked it up. It was a pair of panties – and they weren't Maria's! Lynn coloured up and, when I questioned her, she confessed that there had been a boy in our house with her. She pled with me not to tell her father. I took her back into the sitting room and made her sit down. Then I knelt in front of her and held her knees, pulling them apart, so I could see up her skirt. She was crying, but she was still more frightened of her father than me. Sobbing, she let me force her knees apart. I lifted the front of her skirt and looked at her exposed pussy. Then I slid my hand up the inside of her leg and touched it, feeling her dark pussy hair, then sliding my finger along her lips. They were still wet. I pushed her legs wider apart and slid a finger inside her cunt. It was soaking, and she gasped as my finger pushed inside her tight channel. I kept my finger inside and told her to open her coat and show me her tits. She cried some more, but she did what she was told. She took her coat off and pulled up her sweater. She wasn't wearing a brassiere, and her tits were quite small, but firm and sweet, and I gave them a good feel, then I took my cock out and made her jerk me off with her hand while I fingered her moist little cleft. Then I let her go. I never did tell her old man what she had been up to but, although she did babysit for us once or twice more, I never got the chance to mess with her again. Of course, I wished, later, I had finished the job properly and given her tight little cunt the fucking it so truly deserved, and I did so, in my mind, many times, with Maria's legs spread wide beneath me … Lynn's son, James, who is about fifteen, comes round regularly in the summer months to cut his grandmother's grass – every Wednesday afternoon, while she's at some club she goes to. Last Wednesday, I'd been surfing the net for a couple of hours and I came up for air – and a cup of coffee – when I saw this delicious butt, in tight white shorts, swaying behind the electric mower. The bare legs were tanned, flawless. It was a few minutes before I recognised Lynn behind the mower. Over the years, since the baby-sitting incident, it's been inevitable that I've been in Lynn's company – we even went to her wedding – but, understandably, there's always been a bit of a 'barrier' between us, although, as the years have passed, she seems to have put it behind her. Naturally, it's never 'come up in conversation' – I think about it, often, though, and my cock always rises at the memory …… I ran upstairs and fetched my binoculars. I've used them a few times to catch downblouse glimpses of the neighbours' wives washing cars, and gardening – and the occasional look into an uncurtained bedroom. I focussed on Lynn's legs. They were beautiful – shapely, not a mark on them – just lightly tanned, with a sheen of perspiration on them in the hot day. Her butt was pure heaven – I couldn't even see a pantyline, just the outline of firm cheeks undulating beneath the bright white shorts. I thought about how her husband – Chris – must enjoy gripping them while his cock slid into the tight quim between her thighs. She was in great shape for a woman who had had four kids, and must, now, be in her mid-thirties. If anything, as a teenager, she had been a bit on the skinny side, and motherhood had given a bit more shape to her tits and ass. Then she turned and came back, facing me. Her hair was light brown, in a ponytail. Her face was almost as it had been when she was a teenager – a flawless complexion, high forehead, deep brown eyes set wide apart, round, generous mouth with bee-stung lips, white even teeth. She was wearing one of those 'crop tops', which covered her shoulders but left her midriff bare. She was bending forward a little but, even so, I could see where her breasts pushed against the material of her top. Her exposed belly was quite firm, and flat, her navel set like a little jewel of flesh in the middle. My cock was like a steel rod. I tried to imagine – remember – her naked – her firm tits, with their juicy nipples – her succulent round ass – the golden-brown hair surrounding her pussy lips. I wanted to have her - to fuck her, properly …… I went to the phone and dialled Joan's number. I saw Lynn stop and listen, then switch off the mower. She walked towards the back door and opened it, with a key she took from the pocket of her shorts. I jumped the fence between the two gardens and entered the kitchen through the open back door. I could hear Lynn talking into the phone. "Hello? Hello?" I entered the living room. Her eyes widened, and I gestured to her to put the phone down. She put the receiver on the cradle and I advanced into the room. She backed away, against a wall, her eyes filled with apprehension. The wall stopped her. I approached and stopped, right in front of her. She was against the wall, her hands pressed flat against it. "Hello, Lynn," I said. She was trembling, and didn't attempt a reply. I touched her thigh with my right hand, and she jerked, as though I had hit her. Her flesh felt warm, vibrant, firm. I caressed it with the tips of my fingers. "Remember the night I found your panties?" I asked. I saw realisation begin to dawn, in her frightened eyes. "Please!" she whispered, pressing herself against the wall, as though she could disappear inside it. I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh, luxuriating in the feel of her skin. I watched her eyes. All they showed was shock, and fear. I squeezed the flesh of her thigh and felt the strong suppleness. My cock was painfully hard. "We left something undone, that night, didn't we?" I said, but she just shook her head, her eyes darting around for an escape route. I leaned down and tasted the sweetness of her bee-stung lips. Automatically, she opened her mouth, in a kissing motion and, for a mad second, I wondered if she actually wanted this. Then, her head wrenched aside, with a strangled "No!" "Now, you wouldn't want Chris to know about that night, would you – or your kids? What would they think? His wife – their mum – her panties on the floor after a night fucking some guy in someone's else's house ……" I knew I had to come on strong – while she was still in shock. When she thought about it, she might realise that the best thing to do would have been to tell her husband, but I was banking that he thought he was her first, and only. I guessed, from talking to him at their wedding, that that was what he thought – in fact, I'd have bet that he didn't fuck her until their wedding night. He was – is – one of those religious, straight guys. Very high principles – and probably very high standards. Not easy for a wife to live up to. I stepped back a pace. She stared at me, eyes beseeching. I pointed at her crop top and, with two hands, mimed her pulling it over her head. She didn't move. Her mouth was open, her head shaking in refusal. But her eyes showed the helplessness of defeat and my erection reared. Her hands grasped the hem of the crop top. She pulled it up, over her head. She wore a bra – a plain, white one, with a pink bow embroidered on the front. It showed a little cleavage. After she had pulled the top over her head, she held it in her hand. She tried to raise her hands to cover her chest, but a swift movement of my hands stopped her. I looked at her exposed upper body. My hunger for her was immense. She began to come out of shock – to live in the present – to understand the reality of what was happening. A low whimper started in her throat and her body started to hunch. I had to regain control – to focus her mind. Deliberately, I lifted a hand and squeezed one of her firm breasts. Even through the bra, I could feel its firmness and resilience. It was bigger, more fleshy, than I recalled. The feel of it made my breathing ragged. "Take it off!" I whispered, hoarsely. My voice didn't register on her. I needed to go on – I wanted to talk dirty to her. "Show me your tits." I pressed her tit, hard, painfully, and her hands went up her back. Then they reappeared, over her shoulders, pushing the bra down and forward. She covered her chest with her hands. I looked at her little hands trying to conceal her bounteous gifts of nature. It was a sweet moment – the anticipation of seeing her tits revealed again was almost unbearable. Then I touched the back of her hand with my fingers, and her hands slid away, leaving her perfect breasts naked. They were high and firm – her aurolae small and perfectly circular – her nipples brown sleepy buds. I caressed one in my spare hand. Silent tears flowed down her face. Her nipple remained small, unerect, bending this way and that as I rubbed my index finger against it. I closed my finger and thumb round it, and nipped it, sharply. She squealed in pain, and more tears ran down her cheeks. I bent my head and took her other nipple in my mouth. I tongued it, and felt her shudder in revulsion. I smiled to myself and took it between my teeth and nipped it, just like the other one. I stepped back again – I needed to see her – to see her beautiful body, naked to the waist. She was indescribably lovely. Her body was shapely, strong, glowing – she obviously worked at keeping it like that. Her shoulders were straight, her waist narrow, her belly flat, and her breasts were magnificent. I feasted my eyes on her. I noticed her nipples were now erect, and flicked them with my fingers. She shrank away, whimpering quietly. Almost unconsciously, my fingers were pushing against the bulge in my trousers. I realised that her eyes were drawn to that, and I eased my zip down. I took my dick out and held it in my fist. "Come here" I said, beckoning. She hesitated, then reluctantly stepped away from the wall. Her breasts jiggled slightly as she did so, and my cock jumped in my hand. I took my hand away. It stood, glistening slightly at the tip, a dangle of precum swinging from it. "Take it," I said. She didn't move. Her eyes were dull, now – defeated, acquiescent. I took her hand and placed it on my erection. She held it, but only with the tips of her fingers. I reached up and felt her tits again. My cock grew in her hand, and, this time, I felt her nipples begin to harden again. "Hold it properly," I growled, and her hand closed round my stiff dick. It was like a warm, soft glove. Tears were again running down her cheeks. I moved my hand from one breast to the other. Her nipples were definitely erect – and her hand was no longer limply holding my penis. Her small fist was wrapped round it, and I could feel the pressure of her fingers. I gave her tits a hard squeeze and, involuntarily, her hand squeezed the shaft of my pulsating dick. The Babysitter Revisited I didn't intend to write a sequel to The Babysitter but there were so many generous comments and emails requesting a little more to this story that I couldn't resist. I tried to incorporate all of the suggestions that you requested. So, for the good folks who appreciated The Babysitter...well, here's to you. I hope you enjoy! * Cathy Marlin crouched silently at the top of the stairs looking over the polished banister into the living room below. Her breathing was a series of short gasps, her pulse quick and throbbing in her temples. Her robe was open and one hand slowly stroked the soft flesh of her thighs while the other cupped her 38D breasts. Cathy's brown eyes were filled with lust as she silently observed the scene below. Her husband had seduced their babysitter, Jana, and Cathy had watched the entire event. She had known for several months that Jack was attracted to the eighteen-year-old girl, had seen the way the two had flirted, and had known her husband would seduce the young girl once she turned eighteen. And tonight was the first opportunity for Jack to fuck Jana's little pussy since her eighteenth birthday. That's why Cathy had faked a migraine at the company party: while her husband and Jana thought she was in bed and incapacitated with a terrible migraine, she was watching them fucking with wild abandon. She looked down the hall to the twins' bedroom; thankfully, they were too far away to hear the loud sounds of desire and excitement that had come from Jana while Jack fucked her sweet little pussy. It was, by far, the most erotic thing the thirty-two-year old mother had ever witnessed. She sucked in a deep breath and walked down the stairs, keeping her eyes on the two lovers in the living room. "Oh, baby!" Jana whimpered as they collapsed together on the sofa. "OHHHHH!" Jack gasped breathlessly. "Do we have an encore?" she asked softly with a smile. "We have all night, Jana," he said, as he lightly kissed her soft, yielding lips. "I don't want to stop fucking you, baby." Cathy stood near the bottom of the stairs watching as her husband kissed and caressed the young girl. She listened to the two as they murmured words of lustful endearment, noticed the way Jana's soft, young hand caressed her husband's now limp cock, and noiselessly inhaled a deep, tremulous breath. Most women, she knew, would not like to find their husband in a similar situation, but not Cathy. She had her own agenda. And, on trembling legs, she finally stepped silently into the room. "You two have been very naughty," she said coming to a stop a few feet from the sofa. She watched with amusement as her husband and the young babysitter jerked upright, their eyes wide with panic as they looked at her. They were completely naked, with nowhere to go, and she could see the wheels turning inside Jack's head as he desperately searched for an explanation. Cathy was tempted to wait, to hear her husband's rationalization for getting caught in the act of ravaging a young girl in their living room. But her pussy was on fire and she frantically needed release. "Cathy...oh, shit...I can explain..." Jack stammered. "I doubt it, dear," Cathy smiled sweetly, as she turned her attention to Jana. "I-I'm s-so sorry, Mrs. Marlin," Jana managed to say in a trembling, panic-filled voice. "Are you, Jana?" Cathy asked softly. She stepped forward, shrugged out of the robe and knelt on the floor between the young girl's naked legs. She ran her hands slowly and gently up along Jana's thighs. Jana gasped softly when she saw Cathy's naked body. "I wonder how sorry you are." "Mrs. M-Marlin..." Jana stammered, as she watched the older woman caress her legs, her thighs. Jana's eyes went to Jack, imploring, seeking help. Jack just watched, too stunned to utter a word. For a moment that seemed like ages, he had known in his heart that it was all over. When he heard Cathy's voice, he'd accepted his fate, realizing that he was about to lose everything. But now...His wife was on her knees, caressing Jana's thighs, staring at the young girl's smooth-shaved pussy with eager desire in her eyes! "You have such a beautiful pussy, Jana," Cathy said breathlessly. "It's even more lovely than I had imagined." "Cathy..." Jack's voice was hesitant, questioning. "You didn't know your wife likes a little pussy with her cock, did you, Jack?" Cathy asked with a low, sultry chuckle. "I've been into women since my college roommate and I were lovers." "Mrs. Marlin, I don't think I can do this," Jana said as she looked from Cathy to Jack. "I mean I've never been with a woman before..." "Sure you can, dear. You don't honestly believe you can give your sweet cunny to my husband without sharing with me, do you?" Cathy smiled at Jana. "As for never being with a woman, well, there's always a first time." Jack sucked in a deep breath. This was just about any man's fantasy. Never in his wildest imaginations had he thought Cathy would be the least bit interested in another female. But she was kneeling in front of Jana, her hands slowly and gently stroking the girl's smooth thighs while her eyes radiated white-hot excitement. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" Jana exclaimed when Cathy brushed a finger across her sex-swollen clit. "Feels nice, doesn't it?" Cathy asked. "Oh, Mrs. Marlin!" "Just relax dear and let me love your sexy little cunt." Jana let out a loud, sharp cry when Cathy's tongue slipped between her pink wet lips and leisurely traveled up and down her slit. Her eyes widened with the heat that began to build inside of her. Without a word, the young girl grasped her legs and pulled them back to give the older woman easier access to her scorching hot pussy. Jana's head reeled with the sudden excitement of giving into what she thought was the taboo of taboo. In no way had the young girl ever wanted to experience sex with another female. But, oh fuck; Mrs. Marlin's tongue was so incredibly hot! She twisted her head from side to side, letting go and giving into the older woman. Tiny mewling sounds escaped her lips that were quickly becoming dry. Suddenly, she felt something wet on her left nipple and looked to see Jack sucking her nipple into his greedy mouth. She grabbed his head and held him tightly to her heaving chest. To be ravaged by an older man and woman, being naked while they made love to her, was so erotic. "UUUNNNTTTHHH!" she grunted. Cathy caught Jana's clit between her lips and flicked it with the tip of her tongue. Jana cried out with pleasure and began to rock her hips, the movements quick and erratic while Jack devoured her fat, sensitive nipples. The young girl groaned loudly and curled her sexy little toes with the intense sensations that rippled through her body. "Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out. Eat me! Eat my pussy! Make me cum! Oh, fuck, yessssssssss!" "Cum for me, baby!" Cathy cooed. "Cum on her face, Jana!" Jack seconded. The young teen felt the rippling of an orgasm, the third that night, as it built into a passionate volcano of desire that threatened to rip her tummy apart with unbridled fury. She screamed and grabbed Cathy's head in her hands and started rubbing her blazing-hot pussy against the older woman's face. Her mind moved through a vortex of feelings as Cathy's tongue continued to bathe her pussy with such intensity that Jana thought she would go mad. She collapsed finally, her body weak and trembling with the ferocity of an orgasm so complete and real that she could barely speak. Her chest heaved as she looked into the eyes of the woman that had just brought her through a climax she would never forget. She allowed Cathy to take her hands and gently pull her from the sofa. The two women knelt together on the floor, their bodies pressed lightly together. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you," Cathy whispered softly as she cupped the teen's small tits. "That was so incredible," Jana replied quietly. Cathy canted her head slightly to one side and took the teen's face in her hands. Jana knew that Cathy was about to kiss her and the idea wasn't at all repulsive. She heard the tiny whimper when Cathy's lips touched hers and realized that the sound had come from her mouth. Being held by a woman, feeling their lips touching, their tongues caressing, was the sexiest thing that had happened to her. Their hands caressed and explored while they kissed long and deep. Jack sat on the sofa, slowly stroking his cock while watching the two women kissing and touching. He couldn't believe that he'd cum twice in one night and was ready to fuck again. The trouble for the thirty-five-year old was he couldn't pick between his wife and the babysitter. But it didn't matter since he realized that Cathy would probably make that decision for him. "I want to do you, Mrs. Marlin," Jana said breathlessly into Cathy's mouth. "I want to eat your pussy." "Oh, baby," Cathy husked. "I want to feel your young tongue licking me!" Cathy scrambled onto the sofa, lying on her back while Jana slipped easily between her long, widespread legs. The young teen stared with lust-filled eyes as she slowly dipped her face to Cathy's pussy. She gently pushed a finger through the narrow strip of blond pussy hair while she tentatively touched the tip of her tongue to the glistening lips of the older woman's pussy. "Yesssss, baby!" Cathy hissed. "MMMMM!" "She's hot, isn't she, baby?" Jack asked his wife as he knelt on the floor beside the sofa. He'd moved when Cathy crawled onto the sofa so Jana could eat her pussy. "She has such a nice hot little pussy." "Oh, yeah!" Cathy turned her face to look into her husband's eyes. "Did you like fucking her, Jack?" "Oh, yeah!" "I loved watching her take your big cock. I loved watching you pound her little cunny!" " I came so hard in her, too!" Cathy giggled, then cried out with pleasure as Jana's tongue began to caress her pussy. Her long fingers combed through the teen's soft red hair while Jana continued to make love to her burning hot cunt. Jack kissed his wife hard and deep, their heads twisting while their mouths devoured. "You may have a problem, Jack," Cathy said with a husky voice. "Jana's mom told me yesterday that Jana hasn't started on the pill yet. You might be a daddy again." "Really?" "Oh, yeah!" Cathy raised her firm ass from the sofa and began to slowly hump the teenager's lovely mouth. "Do you want to have Mr. Marlin's baby, Jana?" Jana looked up over Cathy's flat tummy and grinned. "Do you want me to have his baby?" "Yessssssssss!" Cathy hissed. She couldn't define the reasoning but the sudden idea of this beautiful young girl having her husband's baby was hot and exciting. "I want to see your sexy belly big with Jack's baby!" "Stick your big cock in my cunt again, Mr. Marlin," Jana said in a steamy, aroused voice that was full of desire. "Make me pregnant!" Jack didn't need any further encouragement. He quickly got on the sofa behind the young girl and slipped his cock into her cock-hungry cunt. Jana groaned into Cathy's pussy and pressed her ass back against Jack, who began rocking his hips slowly, driving his flesh-piston in and out of Jana's slick pussy. "Oh, fuck meeeee!" Jana squealed with delight. "Fuck me hard!" "Oh, baby, I love watching you take my husband's cock!" "It's sooooo fucking hard and big!" "Take it, Jana! Take his hot baby seed!" "Yesssss!" Jack realized that he was living every man's dream: he was fucking a very desirable young teen while she ate his wife's pussy. He picked up speed and rammed his cock into Jana, hard and relentlessly. Cathy's face had become twisted with desire as she locked eyes with her husband. He was seeing his wife in a whole different light and it was exciting. Jack reached under Jana and grasped her small tits. She gasped and hissed her delight into Cathy's steamy pussy. Jack toyed with the teen's hard nipples, twisting and pinching them, pulling hard on her nipples until Jana gasped loudly. Her breath was hot in Cathy's pussy and the older woman growled with burning passion. "Eat meeeee, baby!" Oh, fuck! Eat my cunt with your sexy mouth! Consume my cunt, Jana!" "Such a nice little cunt!" Jack growled. He gripped the girl's hips and plowed her pussy, drove his meat into her hard and fast. "You like her little-girl pussy, baby?" Cathy husked. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" "Fuck! I can't last long, Jack! Oh, shit, she's driving me crazy! I'm gonna cum soon!" "Cum on her face, Cathy!" "Yessssssssss!" Jana hissed into Cathy's steamy, hot cunt. "Cum for me!" Jana's tongue worked Cathy's pussy frantically, bathing her with a blistering need to cum all over the teen's face. The older woman's hips rocked and thrashed, humping Jana's face with fitful jerks. She stared at the young girl through eyes that were glazed with lust, hardly able to believe that the teenager was finally consuming her, making her hotter than she'd ever been in her life. "AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" Cathy screamed suddenly. "I'M G-GONNA...I'M GONNA CUM! EAT MY CUNT!" Jack watched his sexy wife thrash wildly under the young girl as she began to orgasm. He continued to slam his hard, throbbing cock into Jana's pussy, driving it with a ferocious, scorching desire. He had to stop for a moment as the teen moved up into his wife's arms. He almost came when Jana began kissing Cathy long and deep. Without any more hesitation, he slammed his cock back into the girl's hot, sopping wet pussy. "Fuck meeeee!" Jana cried out, her lips still touching Cathy's lips. "Give me your cum! Fill me up with your baby seed!" "Cum in her Jack!" Cathy husked. "Make her a mommy!" "You want my baby, Jana?" Jack's voice had become a series of panting grunts. "Yesssss! I want to be a mommy for you!" "You're going to look so fucking hot with a baby in you, Jana!" Jack stroked her flat stomach as he continued to fuck her cunt. "Yessssssssss! Please...cum in me! Make me cum! Oh, baby, I need your hot baby sperm!" Jack lost it. He felt his balls tighten, slammed his cock into her twice more, then stiffened as his cock erupted and began filling her pussy with his seed. Jana screamed into Cathy's mouth; Cathy held the young teen tightly while her slender, soft body thrashed wildly as she came hard. Together, Jack and Jana rode their mind-numbing orgasms, their bodies trembling violently with the tsunami-like release that overwhelmed them in a mighty way. Finally, they collapsed and all three lay together on the sofa, bodies heaving, arms and legs entwined as they gasped for breath. No one spoke for a long while until at last they each moved to the floor where they lay holding, touching, and kissing. As they lay together with the soft sound of a grandfather clock ticking, Cathy broke the silence. "I think we should have Jana over for dinner tonight," she smiled as she looked at her husband. With a low, sultry chuckle, she added, "I may have one of those nasty migraines, though." "If it's anything like the one you had tonight, then I'm all for it!" Jana giggled. "Then it's a plan," Jack smiled. "I, for one, can't wait!" The Babysitter Revisited I put my hand around her and touched her butt. She flinched, and pulled her hand off my cock. "I want to see your cunt – again," I growled. I snapped the button on the front of her shorts and, as I found the zip, she started to sob, uncontrollably. But she didn't move, and I drew the zip down. I pulled her shorts down. My fingers touched her buttocks, on the way down, and I couldn't resist cupping them in my hands. Oh, they were so soft and round and yielding! I pulled her to me. My cock pressed against her belly. She was shaking and sobbing in sheer fright. I pushed my hands inside her panties and clasped her bare butt cheeks, my fingers pulling her cheeks apart, then running along the whole cleft between the tops of her slender thighs. I could feel the short, soft hairs surrounding her slit – and a little moisture on her cunt lips. I slid my finger in, up to the knuckle. She let out a strangled gulp, and her sobbing intensified. My cock was on fire. There was a roaring sound in my head. I dropped to my knees and pulled her shorts and panties down, together. Her pubic triangle – fairish-brown, quite thick – was in front of me. I separated the hairs and uncovered her clitoris – a small bud, peeping out between slim pink lips. I slipped my mask up over my mouth and, clutching her butt cheeks tightly, I touched her clit with my tongue. She wailed in protest again, and my tongue laved its way downward, to her unprotected slit. Her sobbing was now frantic, her outraged protests ringing in my ears. It was time to fuck her long pink slit. If I waited any longer, my cock would burst. I pulled her down to the carpet, holding her legs apart with my hands on the insides of her thighs. She was wriggling frantically, trying to back away from me, but my hands on her thighs were like vices. I was looking straight up her open cunt, into the moist pink flesh, spread, waiting to welcome my hard, throbbing cock in its warm, tight embrace. She was screaming, now – "No! No! No!" – her fists beating, ineffectually, on my back. But it was too late. My knees kept her thighs spread and, looking down at her naked, squirming body, I leaned slowly forward. I felt the tip of my raging erection slide between her forcibly spread legs, then, of its own accord, it found the tight slit of her tender cunt. For one delicious second, I held it there, my knobhead nestling in the damp opening membrane. Her scream raised to a crescendo as she felt my cock touch the entrance to her tight cunt, then, as one gargantuan final push of my thrusting hips propelled my uncontrollable rod up her vagina, it turned into an abandoned desolate cry of grief and outrage. But my cock was luxuriating in the grip of her tight young muscles, the slippery heat of her tender young juices. My hands were gripping her firm young tits, twisting her little pink nipples. The sight of her head twisting this way and that as I plunged my cock in and out of her defenceless twat was rousing me to even greater thrusts. My balls slammed against her squirming butt cheeks as I felt the pressure build up inside them. Then, suddenly, to my astonishment, I felt her fingers dig in to my shoulders, and her hips started pushing wildly against me. Her screams, now, were not anguished, but filled with arousal. Her thighs clamped around the backs of my legs, and she pulled me into her pulsating cunt. "I wanted you to do it, that night," she gasped. "I wanted you to make me strip naked and open my legs for your big cock. When I was holding it in my hand, I thought you were going to do it – to rape me – and it made me wet. Don't you remember how wet I was? I wanted you inside me, fucking me, taking me – raping me ……" She threw her head back, and shuddered as the first spasms thundered through her. Her words were the final trigger for me, too, and, with one final pulsating drive, I pushed right into her womb and held myself there, rigid, as my cock pulsed for a final time, then exploded inside her, releasing torrents of sperm into her. She must have felt it hit the back of her womb, and her screams and cries mingled into a series of heaving, gasping breaths as her jerking body clung to mine, like a limpet. Stars were bursting in my head as my balls pumped jet after jet of come through my rigid cock and I could feel Lynn jerking convulsively underneath me as her climax rendered her helpless in the grip of passion. Afterwards, we lay entwined on her mother's carpet, like two spent lovers. Her hand was between my legs, caressing my balls lovingly, cradling my soft cock in her little hand. Her mouth sought mine out, and she kissed me, her tongue sliding deep in my throat. "Do it again," she breathed in my ear. But, somehow, it wouldn't be the same …… (E-mail comment is very welcome, and will get a reply.)