11 comments/ 218834 views/ 48 favorites The Morgan's Babysitter Ch. 01 By: Mysticalvixxxen The man of the house is hot! It is impossible to concentrate. Mr. Morgan is sexy, flirty, and smells amazing. Just the scent of him as he climbs into the car next to me and says in that gravelly voice, "So, Jenna, shall we blow this pop stand?' makes my pussy tingle. He had that affect when I was 16 and he still has it now, 2 years later. HE has tats and piercings -- the kind that make you wonder where else they might be. He shaves his head and wears cool clothes -- he looks young and is really cool but every now and then he gets this commanding tone and you know that he's a grown up. The tone is kind of hot too now that I think of it. Mrs. Morgan is cool too. She doesn't look like she's a mom. She has a pierced nose and a helix (upper ear cartilage) with a captured bead in it. She wears a toe ring and a thumb ring too -- but I know she had the rings and the helix since high school -- way before it was cool. They are both like that. They are just... themselves. I think she knows I have it for her husband. Sometimes I wonder though because if she thinks I'm hot for him then why would she let him drive me home every time? I guess it's because they still kind of think of me as a kid. Whatever the reason, it works for me because it means every time I sit for them I get an hour in the car alone with him - half hour drive to their house and a half hour back to mine. It gives me time to inhale his scent and listen to his voice. One night, my boyfriend, Steve, surprised me by dropping by their place while I was sitting. He tapped the glass of the sliding door off the deck and I practically jumped out of my skin. I slid the door open and slapped his shoulder as he laughed at me. "DON'T do that! It's so dark out there I can't see who it is -- you scared the crap out of me!" He slid his arms around my waist, grinning and said, "I'm sorry baby, I was trying to make sure I didn't wake up the kid!" He nuzzled my ear and laid soft kisses against the side of my neck. That is a very sensitive spot for me and soon I was smiling and leaning into him. "Ok," I said sounding reluctant, but grinning. "I forgive you." He twirled me around and waltzed me across the room to the couch. "So," he said suggestively, "When the old folks going to be home?' "Around 11, they said, and they can't find you here or I'll be fired and this is good money." "They won't! I promise I won't get you in trouble. I know you like this gig." He grinned and raised his eyebrows as he patted the spot next to him on the leather couch in front of the TV. I went to him and curled up with my legs over his and my back against the arm. We kissed a while and soon Steve was pretty hard. He slid a hand down the front of my pants and cupped my pussy. I shivered and he grinned. He stroked the outer lips a couple of times before he slipped his middle finger over my mound and onto my clit. He rubbed it gently at first, sending sparks shooting across my skin and then, just as I was getting into it he moved his hand away and whispered in my ear, "Take it in your mouth, baby. I need to feel your tongue on my cock." I loved when Steve said dirty things. He was the first guy I had ever heard it from and it made me go crazy -- and he knew it. I slid off the couch to kneel between his legs and he moaned, knowing what I intended. "That's it! Kneel before me and worship my cock." I almost rolled my eyes at this but the need to feel his cock in my mouth prevented me from criticizing his commentary. I undid the zipper of his jeans and folded back the ends like I was peeling him. I stroked his hard cock through his underwear and pulled the waistband down to cup his balls. His cock jumped in answer and I slowly licked his velvet head and watched him shudder. I laid long, slow, very wet trails from his balls to the head of his cock, teasing him and occasionally flicking my tongue against the cleft under the head. Every time I did that Steve moaned so loudly I thought I might cum right there. I loved hearing his noises of enjoyment. Everything about giving head made me crazy horny and incredibly wet. By the time Steve was ready to blow his load, I was moments from cumming myself. I slid his whole length down my throat, nearly gagging, and knew every time his head hit the back of my throat he was closer to blowing. It took about three more swallows before he grabbed the arm of the couch and bucked his hips, driving his cock further down my throat. I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and swallowed every burst with a moan. I climbed onto the couch straddling his legs and gently rubbed against his wet cock suggestively as I kissed him but he pulled his head back. "Geez, Jenn! You just swallowed cum, baby. I don't want to taste that." I looked at him for a long second and then he smiled, patted my hip and deposited me on the couch while he went to the bathroom. I waited, slightly impatiently, for him to return. After a minute or so, he did return - re-dressed and reaching for his shoes. "What are you doing?" He looked up at me curiously, "Putting on my shoes so I can get out of here." "What?!" "Well, you said I had to be gone before 11 and it's a quarter to." I checked my watch and sighed. Well, huffed was more like it. It was true, but really, it would have been like this anyway. "Sex" with Steve was always just enough to get him off and get me all worked up. I had only gotten off twice with him and they had been purely accidental on his part. It was very frustrating. I kissed him goodnight and let him out the sliding door before I locked it up again. I sat on the couch and flipped channels restlessly while I waited for the Morgan's to get home. I started thinking about Mr. M and how he probably never let Mrs. M go frustrated. I wondered if it was just that Steve was young. Maybe you needed to be a man with experience before you knew what to do for a woman. With my frustrated state, thoughts of what Mr. M might do to Mrs. M went to thoughts of my ride home with Mr. M and quickly became thoughts of what he might do to me. I couldn't take it. I checked my watch again. 11:00 on the dot. I couldn't take care of it myself at this late hour; they'd catch me as they came back. I waited and flipped channels. 11:10. they must be running late. At this rate I was going to be so close that I'd probably cum sitting in the car with him. That thought was too much for me and I leaned back on the couch and slipped my hand into my pants and fingered my clit. The jolt was incredible. There may be something to this deprivation thing... provided it didn't last too long. I slipped my pants off and a charge went through me at having my pussy exposed in their den. I put the pants on the couch and sat down on them, spreading my legs wide. I thought about him as my fingers slipped over my dripping pussy. About what it would be like to feel his rough chin against the inside of my thigh or his pierced tongue against my clit. I thought about how wet I would get kneeling in front of him and taking his cock in my mouth. I was sure he'd have a perfect cock. And before he came he would lay me back and slide his perfect cock into my dripping pussy, over and over again until I came. With that thought I came in a hard, shuddering orgasm. I eventually stood and checked my pants for wet stains. There were none. My knees were rubbery but I managed to make it to the bathroom and clean up a little. I had just managed to gather my wits when they came home. The next time I sat for the Morgan's, was so they could go to a friend's club opening. I had been ready when Mr. M pulled up so I just called out to my parents that I was leaving. I slid into the passenger seat and looked over at him. He was dressed in a mesh shirt, a leather vest and leather pants. My pussy clenched and in my mind I saw myself straddling his lap and raising my skirt so I could feel his leather clad thighs between my bare ones. I stammered a hello. He grinned and looked down at himself and said, "Yeah. Scary seeing the old folks dressed in leather, huh?' He laughed. I shook my head. "No! You aren't old and you look good so why not?" My head was swimming he looked so good. I tried to keep up the chatter as we drove but it was so hard to concentrate. When we arrived we entered just as Mrs. M walked down the stairs. She was dressed in a leather vest that laced up the front and pushed her breasts high and round and a leather mini skirt that showed off her legs perfectly. Her heels were at least three inches and her hair and make-up were awesome. I wanted to look that good and that daring at her age - hell, I wanted to look it now. I looked at her with my mouth hanging open and Mr. M whistled as he stepped toward her. "You look amazing." He took her hand and kissed the open palm. "Why thanks you old flirt, you look pretty hot yourself." She grinned at him and I thought about how cool they were together. My parents never teased and flirted with each other. It was cool and I felt a little low for wanting her man. "You really do look great, Mrs. M" I assured her. "Thanks Jenna, nice to have a nonbiased opinion." She winked at me and we smiled at each other. She really knew her man was hers. I was beginning to think she was as interesting as he was. They left promising not to be too late but assuming it would be later than their usual 11 pm. I told them not to worry about it and wished them a great time as I locked the front door after them. I went to the den and sat there thinking about the Morgan's and how good they looked. As cool as they were I never expected them to wear leather but then I realized that once I saw it I wasn't really surprised either. Suddenly I really wanted a look at their closet. I checked on Oscar and saw that he was sleeping like the dead. Good. Once he was that sound asleep an earthquake couldn't wake him. I went quietly down the hall to their room and slipped inside. I had never done this before and I felt my adrenaline pumping like I was a burglar or something. I turned on the small bedside lamp and looked around. They had huge four poster iron bed with tons of pillows, a wall covered entirely by shelves crowded with books, a wall unit that I assumed contained the TV, and a private bathroom. I was impressed, but it was the closet I had come to see. I walked over to it and opened the doors wide. The left side was clearly hers and the right side was clearly his as each side had work clothes etc. I put a hand into her closet and slid those forward on the hangers so I could get a better look at the far end of the closet. Sure enough there hung a few more leather pieces. I ran my hands over them and was amazed by their soft suppleness. I wondered how they would feel against my skin. My hand settled on a mini dress with straps that looked like leather belts and zippered all the way up the front. I took it down and held it against myself and looked into the mirror on the inside of the door. It was very short and very deeply cut at the top and I loved it. I quickly took off my own t-shirt and mini skirt and tried the dress on. Mrs. M clearly had bigger breasts than I did but it still looked good. There were bands of elastic running down the seam on each side that allowed for a difference in shape -- which worked nicely since Mrs. M was nice and curvy while I was less so -- but the look wasn't right with my bra so I took it off and repositioned the straps before looking in the mirror. There! I stood in front of the mirror admiring the dress and how it looked on me. I slid my hands down the front and the sides smoothing the leather against my skin. It was smooth and supple under my hands but it felt almost like suede against my bare skin on the inside. As I moved, my nipples rubbed against the soft grain of the leather and I felt the shocking cold of the zipper. It was a very interesting sensation and I was beginning to feel very horny standing in a dress that felt like someone's hands were moving over my skin. The thought occurred to me that Mrs. M had worn this dress and that Mr. M had probably gotten hard looking at her in it. He had probably walked slowly up to her, pulled her roughly to him and kissed her hard as he slid the zipper down to expose her nipples first to his hot gaze and then to his tongue. What had he been wearing when this had happened? I wondered. I turned to his closet and examined the leather I found there. Chaps; real ones -- nothing but legs and a belt. I thought I might faint. More leather vests, a pair of leather pants, and a leather shirt. The last hanger held an organizer; it had five rows of pockets hanging down and three pockets across on each row. In the pockets I found silk g-strings with leather lacing up the front, a couple of leather cod pieces that looked like they were from the Batman costume. I could see him wearing the chaps, a cod piece, and the leather shirt as he stood there looking at Mrs. M in this dress, only, in my mind, it was me he was looking at standing before the mirror. The thought occurred to me that maybe I could find a way to make that happen. The thought made me more than a little wet and I decided it was time to get my mind off it and my own clothes on. Once I had changed into my clothes and put everything back the way I found it I checked on Oscar again and headed back to the den. I flicked channels trying to distract myself but I was finding it hard to get the image of the Morgan's out of my head -- especially the one where Mr. M sees me in that dress and does to me just what I imagined he had done to Mrs. M. Suddenly I was very aware of the feel of the leather against the backs of my bare thighs. I stood up and pulled my skirt under them and sat down again. Nothing on TV could distract me so I went searching for a movie. I found one I thought would distract me and put it in the changer. I found the remote and pressed play. Nope, wrong movie. I pressed the button to change the disk and onto the screen jumped a picture of their den. I looked at it puzzled and watched for a moment. There was a man on the couch watching TV. Then I realized it was Mr. M. I looked closer to see what he was doing and gasped as I realized I was watching Mr. M. stroke his cock through his pants while watching something on TV - So much for being distracted. I couldn't look away. It was a fairly tight shot so I could see when he took his cock from his pants and started stroking it. I was mesmerised by it. My pussy clenched and I wanted desperately to have something inside me -- preferably his cock. Curiosity made me look to what he was watching that made him so horny. It took me a second to recognize it but he was watching me masturbate the night Steve had come over. "Oh CRAP!" I said aloud. I was torn between embarrassment and arousal. Mr. M. was masturbating while watching me masturbate. That meant Mr. M. thought me masturbating was hot. It made him horny. He wanted me just like I wanted him! Suddenly I was weak kneed and sat down heavily on the edge of the couch. A plan formulated as I sat there watching him stroke his thick hard cock for me. I hunted for the recording device and realized it was a sitter cam on the fireplace mantel. From the disk, the angle was good but I looked for a way to zoom in just a little. There; on the bottom near the back. I zoomed in a little and hoped it would work. I slid my panties off seductively and dropped them theatrically to the floor so he couldn't miss it in the replay. Then, I positioned myself in the way I thought would give him the best view. I opened my shirt enough for my tits to spill partly out of my blouse, and pinched my nipples erect. Then, I slowly ran my fingertips up my thighs until they raised the front of my skirt to the top of my mound. I pressed play and watched him masturbate for me as I tugged on my nipples and teased my clit. I slid down to a slouch and felt the cheeks of my ass touch the leather as my skirt rode up. I wondered if that's what it would feel like to sit on his lap when he was wearing his chaps. I imagined that was all he was wearing as I slipped two fingers into my burning pussy and rubbed my thumb against my clit. I watched him slowly slide his hand over the head of his cock and tug on his balls. I slipped a third finger inside my pussy, watching that thick cock and wondering where he would cum and how it would feel. I pressed my g-spot and flicked my thumb across my clit as Mr. M wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and spit on the shaft slowly spreading his spit to lubricate his cock. I imagined how hot it would be for me to spit on his cock like a slut and use my dripping spit to jerk him off. I watched Mr. M get up and walk over to the TV and sit in front of it, stroking his cock the whole time, then, he blew a crazy big load that landed right on the screen -- right on my exposed pussy. I came right then. I came so hard sitting on that couch feeling the leather under my ass that I saw stars. As I was lying there recovering I watched Mr. M clean up his cock and hands and then wipe the TV screen. As he turned I saw his smile and then the disk went to black. Odd. Then I realized; he had meant for the cam to record him jerking off. He had also obviously edited it so that the disk was only that 15 minute excerpt. Suddenly I was no longer concerned that my plan was risky. I just knew I wanted it to work. Shortly after 1 a.m. The Morgan's arrived home. They were in good spirits and laughing quietly as they came through the door. Nothing different except that now I knew something I hadn't before. We chatted as I got my shoes on and grabbed my coat and Mr. M kissed his wife and promised to be home soon. The drive to my house was tense for me but appeared to be the same as usual for Mr. M. He chatted as if nothing had changed and I almost began to believe that the disk had been left on accident. At least, I almost did until he turned to me and asked, "Watch anything good tonight?" I was startled into speechlessness for a moment so he smiled and said, "Never much good on during the weekend so I always end up watching something on disk." I gathered myself and replied casually, "Yeah. I found a good disk and watched it." I looked at him closely and added, "It was a little short but very good." He smiled and nodded. "Good." I didn't know where to go with that so I left it. He pulled into our driveway and I said goodnight and got out. I got three steps away when he rolled down the passenger window and called me, "Jenna." I turned back and leaned down slightly to see in the window, "Yeah Mr. M?" I said. He smiled suggestively and said, "Next weekend I'll try to leave you something good to watch." I smiled back as I thanked him but he had rolled up the window and was pulling out already. The next weekend, he picked me up like old times. No mention of anything sexual at all. Not even a hint. I was disappointed because I had been looking forward to this all week. My legs were freshly waxed, my pussy freshly waxed, and a manicure and a pedicure had been done that day. I had been very careful with my hair and make-up too. I wore the mini skirt that made my legs look great and the blouse that had a hook and eye closure all the way up the front. It made my tits look amazing. I was sure I looked good. At least he had noticed that. When I got in the car he smiled and told me I looked very nice, but then asked if my boyfriend was coming over. I said he wasn't that I had just felt like looking after myself today. He smirked as he told me a woman should never hesitate to look after herself. I nearly jumped. Was that a subtle reference? Maybe it wouldn't be a total loss after all. The Morgan's Babysitter Ch. 01 There was nothing suggestive after that and before I knew it I was alone in the den again. I went straight for the changer and turned it on. I backed toward the couch and sat down hard as the disk started. A shot of the den but closer than before, with the TV on. Mr M. walked into the shot and sat on the couch. He was wearing a dark coloured satin robe. He moved to the changer remote and clicked it toward the TV. Steve and I jumped onto the screen and I gasped in surprise. It hadn't occurred to me that there was a recording of that but of course there was! Mr. M. stroked his cock through the robe as he watched me swallow Steve's cock. He cupped his balls as my solo performance began and tugged gently on them. As he watched me slip a finger onto my clit he pushed back the robe and stroked his cock. I watched it stiffen and my pussy ached. Next was my performance from last weekend. He seemed to really like this one because he let his head drop back as he pulled long smooth strokes along his cock. Oh how I wanted that cock in me! I couldn't bear it any longer. Knowing he was probably recording this as well, I slid my skirt up to reveal to the camera that I had no panties on. I opened my shirt to expose my nipples and they hardened instantly. I spread my legs wide and stroked my pussy lips. I moaned aloud and then I heard the echo. Startled, I looked up to find Mr. M standing there in the flesh. I closed my legs and he smiled as he said, 'Oh but the view was so nice. Please open them again." Shocked I didn't move. His smile faded and he repeated in that stern tone, "Open them again, please". I spread my legs again and felt the pussy juice spill against my lips. I had never been wetter in my life. His voice was quiet but firm every time he spoke to me. "Very good. Now, how do you like my editing work?" he said with a motion of his head toward the TV. "Very good," I almost whispered. He was walking toward me with a smile. "I've waited a long time for this and I'm very happy to have caught you. I was hoping it would be like this." He reached the couch and dropped to his knees. "Where is Mrs. M.?" "Oh, she had other things to do this evening and I claimed to have things as well so here we are. I dropped her off and returned here in time to catch you pleasuring yourself while watching me do the same." I looked down and saw that he was very hard and his pant zipper was straining. I desperately wanted to be fucked. "Will you let me look after this for you now?" he said looking at my dripping pussy. Without waiting for a response he bent his head and began tongue bathing my pussy. I gasped at the exquisite jolts surging through me and he smiled and moaned against my thigh. His tongue snaked in and around my clit and traced broad flat strokes along my pussy lips but never gave direct pleasure to the clit. After what seemed like hours I was bucking my hips to his mouth nearly crying with frustration. Then, he flicked my clit with his tongue. Sharp, short flicks with no real rhythm but I was losing my mind. I moaned recklessly and he stopped. "You DO know good girls don't cum without permission, don't you?" "I know." "Good girl." He smiled broadly and returned to alternately tracing and flicking my clit with his tongue. Suddenly my clit was pressed against the front of his teeth and the pleasure almost overwhelmed me. I grabbed his head digging my fingers into his skull and begged, "Please! I need to cum! Please just let me cum!" He chuckled and pressed his tongue down hard on my clit as he flicked it and I came. A scream ripped from me that sounded like some animal in the dark woods. I clutched his head and bucked involuntarily against his tongue as I came over and over again. I felt my cum spurting out of me, soaking his face. I rocked and bucked against him until the last sensation left me spent and panting, too weak to lift a hand. I looked at him and could think of nothing to say, how do you thank someone for such a thing? So, I sat up and turned him to the couch and knelt before him to take his cock in my mouth. He moaned when he realized what I intended and I smiled. I knew he would be vocal. I swirled my tongue over his head and spit copiously on the shaft to make him very wet. He moaned and said, "Yes! That's a good girl. A good dirty little slut." I almost came again. I tugged on his balls, as I had seen him do, as I slid his cock head to the back of my throat. I repeated this a few times and then pulled him completely out of my mouth and merely flicked the ridge and sucked deeply on only the head. Then, I quickly sucked it into my mouth and pressed it into the back of my throat again. He moaned in a growling whisper, "Yes! That's it! Good girl." I was no longer thinking. I was simply engrossed in sucking his magnificent cock and listening to the dirty things he said to me. He tangled his fingers in my hair at the back of my head but didn't push my head against him; he just followed the thrusting of my head. I was totally absorbed in my "work" so I was surprised when he grabbed me by the shoulders suddenly and stood up, taking me with him. He spun me around so my back was to him and he thrust me forward onto the arm of the couch. "There you dirty little tease," he growled. My nipples pressed against the leather, my cheek on the cushion he kicked my legs apart with his foot and stepped between them. "Now, I will fuck this hot little cunt like it should be fucked" he said as he grabbed my hips and plunged his cock deep into my pussy until I felt his balls against me and then he pulled back and thrust into me again. He picked up speed so I felt his cock flying in and out of my cunt. I could hear myself moaning but I couldn't stop myself. I had never felt like that before. "Cum for me!" I cried to him. "Fill my cunt with your hot cum." I heard myself shout and then my pussy quivered and clenched and I had an orgasm that felt like I had been holding it back for years. I cried with the release of it. He moaned and I felt his balls tighten and then the hot spurt of his cum spilled all over my pussy lips and ass. Mr. M. collapsed on the end table near the couch and I slowly turned over so I was sprawled on the couch. "Wow!" was all I could say. He grinned, "I'm glad you liked it." "Like hardly begins to describe it." I stated and blushed quickly ay my lack of experience. He laughed as he got up and started to walk away and then turned to me. "I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle." I wasn't sure I could have if I had wanted to. He returned with a warm wash cloth and a towel for me and cleaned me up wherever it seemed necessary. The warmth was wonderful on my freshly stretched and "abused" parts. I felt deliciously bruised and aching. Like I had used muscles that needed to be used but hadn't in a long while. It was wonderful! He was very gentle and I felt awkward but aroused by him cleaning me. I looked for something to say to hide my discomfort. "So..." I started and he looked up at me. "So?" "So I guess this means I should find another babysitting job. I don't want to cause problems with you and Mrs. M." He grinned, "You can't cause problems with us. Besides, if you do that then how will we explore other things together?" I grinned and my pussy clenched as I asked "Like what?" He handed me the towel and grinned, "I have a few ideas... are you free next Saturday?" The Morgan's Babysitter Ch. 02 I spent the last week walking around in a fog... maybe on a cloud... I don't know. All I do know is that I have been counting the minutes until Mr. M would pick me up on Saturday. School work is out of the question - my lab partner is ready to kill me – but I can't help it. I want him again. I thought about the feel of his hands gliding across my skin, the sounds he made when I had his cock in my mouth and the way it felt to have him tell me what to do and place me wherever he wanted me. Mostly, I have been obsessed with the feel of his cock sliding inside my pussy, stretching the lips apart and consuming me. I replayed over and over in my head everything that happened last weekend – usually while masturbating – and when I would get to the part where he said he wanted me to stay their sitter so we could explore other things together, my breath would catch. All sorts of things have drifted through my mind as possibilities but I still wonder what he could have in mind for me. Now that it was mere moments away all I can do is wait to find out and hope I dressed right. I chose my old kilt from back when I was in high school because it's a little short for me now, and a white blouse. I'd have loved to really dress up for him but if my parents saw me on the way out the door they'd stop me and ask questions and then I wouldn't be able to get out until I had on baggy sweats. I went for flip flops for the casual "I-don't-care-it's-just-babysitting" look but I am freshly manicured and pedicured and smooth as a baby's bottom. I was very careful with my underwear choices though; no one but Mr. M would see those. I chose a white lace bra that had large spaces in it so sometimes my nipples popped out through the them, and the matching thong panties. I stayed in my room until I heard the doorbell and then I dashed out the door calling goodnight over my shoulder to my parents. I closed the door behind me and leaned on it for a second, watching him saunter to the car. He opened my door and turned looking confused for a moment until he saw where I was. He grinned and I moaned inwardly. "What are ya doin?" he asked playfully. I blushed quickly and he grinned again. "Umm, nothing... lookin'," I confessed. He laughed softly and motioned me to the car. I slid into the seat and he closed the door after me and walked around the back of the car. Tonight he had on button fly blue jeans and black shirt with grey pinstripes - the sleeves rolled up almost to his elbow; casual rebel executive... very hot. "Don't you look..." he hesitated as he flicked a glance over me, "...delectable." I smiled as my insides went to jelly. Delectable; yum. "Thanks." "Very cute toes too." I waggled my fingers in front of me and he glanced over briefly. "And they match!" he laughed. We reached a stop sign and he deftly hooked his index finger into my blouse, pulled it over to expose my bra, and then released it. "Does anything else match?" he asked suggestively. I parted my thighs slowly and placed his hand on the inside of my thigh. Without looking at me he pressed his hand up my thigh until the side of it was against my pussy and then pressed gently. I wanted to grab his hand and grind madly against it but I restrained myself. "Mmmm," he said appreciatively, "Very nice, but it doesn't really answer the question, does it?" "I guess not," I laughed. "Show me." He wasn't laughing. My heart started to race and I reached for the end of my skirt and slowly raised it to my hips. He glanced down and smiled, "Very good. Nice choice." I was already getting wet. I was pretty sure I would do just about anything he told me to do. That was very arousing but a little scary too. We drove in silence for a few minutes until I could no longer take the tension and asked the question. "So.. umm... what's happening tonight?" He checked his side mirrors and turned the corner. "Mrs. M has a bachelorette party and I have a poker game." I was silent. No mention of what he had planned for me. I was too surprised and too shy to say What about me?? So I stayed silent. We pulled into the driveway and as soon as the car stopped I got out. His side was closest the front door so I stood at the car waiting for him to lead the way. He turned to me and motioned for me to go ahead of him. I stepped in front of him and walked to the door lost in thought about what was happening. I stepped onto the front porch and waited for him to open the door. He stepped behind me and I felt the full length of his body against me, barely touching. He leaned forward so his lips were almost against my ear and his breath tickled my neck. "You are going to make me do very bad things to you, little one." My heart raced and my pussy was instantly drenched. He unlocked the door and pushed it open for me to step inside. "Mrs. M is already gone for her shindig," he announced in a much more casual voice than he had just used. "Oh?" was all I could think to say to that. He had walked into the kitchen so I followed, unsure of what to do next. He was across the room standing at the sink counter unwrapping something when I came around the corner. I glanced around the room and saw the kitchen table had a green felt cloth over it and had four chairs. Next to each of the four chairs there was a small side table with a coaster on it for a drink. In the centre of the kitchen table was a deck of cards and a poker chip caddy. It dawned on me that he must be having his game there. I was instantly confused. If he was having his game there then why did they need me? "Do you want a drink?" He turned from the sink and smiled. "Cola or cola and rum?" he asked. I returned the smile and thought about it. It's not like I had never had alcohol before but I wasn't a big drinker like some of my friends. I figured it was Mr. M and I was safe. "Sure!" I accepted brightly. He laughed gently, "Ok. Sure to which?" I blushed and hated myself for it. "Rum and cola please," I said. He turned to mix the drink and I watched him. He had a nice tight butt and a long back and broad shoulders. His shirt tightened against the spread of his shoulders when he reached for something and I admired the lines of muscle visible beneath it. The vision of my fingers digging into those shoulders hit me quickly and I inhaled sharply. "Everything okay?" he asked as he walked toward me with the drink. "Mmm hmm," I muttered weakly and smiled. "Let's go in the den where we can sit comfortably." I followed him wordlessly to the den and sat where he had patted the spot next to him. "You know," he said quietly, "you have the nicest skin." He began making slow, lazy circles on my thigh with the back of his knuckle, so lightly that it felt almost like breath, "Smooth and soft." The circles softly traced higher and I fought the urge to drop my head back and moan aloud. I closed my eyes, instead and purred contentedly. "Such a good kitten," he whispered. "I love to pet you." He spread his hand across my thigh slowly, finger by finger, and I sighed aloud as they glided over and up the inside of my thigh. He leaned in and played soft kisses against the side of my neck and gently flicked his tongue along the outer edge of my ear. My nipples tightened and this time I did moan aloud. I felt his grin as he pressed his hand insistently against my thigh and my legs parted as if they had a mind of their own. He slowly reached for my glass and placed it next to his on the coffee table across from the couch and then he turned toward me again. He smiled as he leaned closer to me and swept my hair away from my neck. His lips caressed the side of my neck beneath my ear and my head dropped back and my eyes closed. Man did I love giving everything up to him. It was like being drunk and half asleep; erotic, slow, dreamy, comfortable, and ultimately relaxed. His lips trailed my neck to my shoulders and I shivered as my pussy tingled and tightened. I could feel myself getting wet and instead of being embarrassed I was excited for him to notice. I felt his hand trailing up my thigh again and knew any second he would feel how hot and wet my pussy was. I moaned. He grinned against my shoulder and slipped his hand against my pussy. He moaned. "Oh my," he whispered hoarsely, "someone is very aroused already." I didn't like the condescension in his tone so I reached into his lap and stroked his cock through his pants. "Yes, someone is." I said sweetly. He laughed at my pertness and in one swift movement I was off the couch and bent over his knee. "See what happens to pert little girls?" he said huskily. "They get spanked." He ran his big hand over my ass pushing my kilt up as he did. I felt the cooler air on my ass and was instantly acutely aware that my panties were so lacy they might as well not have been there. The thought turned me on even more. Mr. Morgan stroked my ass softly three of four times before giving it a light smack with his open hand. My ass tingled and my pussy dampened further. I had never been spanked before and the sensation was amazing. Every nerve ending in my ass, hips, and pussy tingled with warmth and it was all I could do not to turn over and climb on his hard cock right then. Besides, he had a pretty strong grip on me which encouraged sitting still. Three more soft strokes eased the sting but left the tingling nerve endings. Smack. Harder this time; more of a sting. My breathing quickened and I almost moaned aloud. Three soft strokes. A hesitation and I waited for the smack. He kissed my ass; first one cheek then the other. I squirmed. Smack. There it was... the sting, the tingle, the surge of pussy juices. He leaned forward and I heard a rattle then a sucking sound. I couldn't see what he was doing but suddenly there was ice cold wet on my ass and I realized he had fished an ice cube from one of the drinks. He slid the ice cube across the hottest parts of my ass and then there was that sucking sound again. Was he sucking the ice? Suddenly I was on my back along the couch and he was kneeling between my feet facing me. "You," he said sternly, "took your punishment very well." I felt absurdly proud of the praise and grinned. "Thank you." He slid his hands up the inside of my thighs as he stretched himself out along me until his face was near my hips. I barely resisted the urge to arch them toward him. He delicately took the hem of my kilt and slowly began raising it until it reached my waist and exposed my lace covered pussy. He grinned at me as he slowly spread his hands across the top of my thighs until his fingertips fluttered against my pussy. Then, he reached his fingers to the edge of the lace and pulled the panties aside. He blew gently on my lips and I twitched and shuddered. He grinned. He blew again as he slowly pressed on my lips with his fingers and slightly exposed my clit. I moaned aloud. With my head back and my eyes closed again I didn't see him lean to my pussy and snake his tongue out to my clit. What I felt was his ice cold tongue touch my clit and then lap at the tender inside walls of my pussy. I arched violently toward him and cried out. He laughed quietly. "Was that good or bad?" I panted, "Good... I think..." "Hmmm." I felt two of his fingers next, slip slowly into my pussy and I arched to them. "You are so wet!" he whispered. He slipped a third finger in and curled them forward to my G spot. I writhed against his fingers and clamped my pussy tight around them. "Yes!" I hissed. "Ah yes, that is good." He sounded as if he was about to cum too and it made me want him inside me. I tried to sit up so I could get to him but he put his hand on my tummy, "Nuh uh," he said. "We have a long time for all that. This is what it is. Relax." I stopped fighting it and lay back again as he placed a fourth finger into my pussy. I ground against him uncontrollably. "Yes!" I practically shouted. A couple more thrusts and I'd cum for him. Then I could get my hands on him. The doorbell rang. "No!" I cried aloud. He slipped his fingers from my pussy and I sat bolt upright and looked at him like he was crazy. How could he be stopping now?! He stood up. "Where are you going?" He grinned. "I have to answer the door." "But!" I stammered, " but..." this couldn't be happening. "I invited them so now I have to let them in," he said patiently and left to answer the door. I sat there dumbfounded and unsure of what to do next. I could hear voices in the kitchen and realized his poker game guys had arrived. He must have thought we would have more time than we did but I still wasn't sure what to do about it. I stood and straightened my clothes and then sat on the edge of the couch. After a few minutes he didn't return so I sipped my drink. Another few minutes passed and he still hadn't returned and I had finished my drink. I was still unsure of myself. What to do next? I stood with resolve and decided to just march into the kitchen and see what I could figure out. He was standing at the counter mixing drinks and his friends had taken their seats at the poker table. I watched him for a minute before he realized I was there. He turned and smiled. "Hey, Jenna, can I get you another drink?" I nodded, still not trusting my voice. He leaned over and took my glass from me and winked. I was totally confused. Maybe he just assumed we'd wait until the game was over. I wasn't sure I could wait that long and I wasn't sure if Mrs. M would be back before that. "Who's this?" asked one of Mr. M's friends. I turned to look at him and saw he was about the same age as Mr. M and just as hot. He smiled at me and I smiled back and then looked around the table. Four men all about the same age as Mr. M and all well built, good looking, and hot. Where did he get these guys? I wondered briefly if they had all played rugby together or something and then Mr. M introduced me. "This is Jenna. She's a friend of the family and she comes to help out with Oscar now and then." A round of "Hi Jenna" went around and I smiled and nodded to them all politely. I was definitely confused; He was acting like we hadn't just been making out but he wasn't acting like he was in a hurry to get the poker game started either. He leaned toward me and handed me back my glass. I looked at him questioningly and he grinned. How could he be so calm?! I was still so crazy with lust I was sure they could all tell and I knew I wasn't the only one who had gotten carried away in the den but there he was relaxed like he had forgotten how close we had just been to jumping each other. I decided that if I had to wait for him or worse; not get him at all, then I had to at least find a distraction. I picked up my drink, smiled prettily at him and turned for the den. "Where are you off to?" Mr. M. asked me. I cast a look over my shoulder as I went and replied, "I thought you'd like to get on with your game before the night is over." He grinned at my cheekiness and said, "I thought you might like the movie I just watched so I left it on the player for you." The heat rushed to my cheeks and he laughed and winked at me. I stood there for a few seconds in shock and then moved to the den. I plunked myself down on the couch and turned on the TV. I flipped through the channels trying not to wonder what was on the player but after a few rounds of the channels I realized that I hadn't seen any of the shows that were on because I was so distracted by the knowledge that there was a movie in the player. Had he put a dirty movie in the player for me to watch or had he left a real movie and laughed only because I turned red? I couldn't take it anymore; I just had to see what he had left for me. With a quick glance at the door of the den, I grabbed the remote for the player and switched it on. I wondered if I should close over the door but thought if I did it would be obvious so I just turned down the volume and pressed play. The screen flickered to life and I was looking at the tape of Mr. M. masturbating to the tape of me masturbating. Then I looked closer. It wasn't Mr. M. it was one of his poker buddies. My heart jumped in panic and I leaned closer to the screen to make sure it was me. It was. I sat there trying to gather myself, with the adrenaline coursing through me. I glanced at the screen again and saw the poker buddy begin long firm pulls on his cock. He had a very nice cock even if it was a little thick. His head dropped back and I heard a faint moan from the tape. 'At least he was enjoying it,' I thought. I was beginning to relax a little as the shock wore off and I realized that I wasn't as angry as I probably should have been. As I sat there wondering why that was, poker buddy blew his load all over his stomach and his hand. A spurter, nice. The screen changed and it was almost the same angle of the same room but a different poker buddy this time. I froze. Did he do this with each of them?! I was about to forward the tape when I caught sight of poker buddy 2 stroking to the same tape – me masturbating. My pussy clenched and I realized that the idea of all of them watching me and jerking off was seriously hot to me. I sat and watched as poker buddies 2 through 4 all stroked and blew a load while watching my tape. By the time I go to the last one I was dripping wet. Last was Mr. M. jerking off and watching the same tape I was watching right now; the same way our game began. The tape ended and I was once again at a loss for what to do next. I was insanely horny and there were 5 men in the kitchen who wanted me. How could I be here knowing they had seen that tape? Mr. M. had obviously set it up or he wouldn't have told me the tape was here... Did they know? It was a very arousing thought having 5 men sexually dote on me...to be the woman who caused and relieved their arousal... to see them all cum for me, but would I regret that later? I drank my drink in one gulp and sat thinking about what I should do next. I wondered if being that horny would be considered diminished capacity. The thought made me giggle. The laughter from the game filtered in from the kitchen and I was thinking about the smart thing to do when Mr. M. came and leaned against the doorframe. "You ok?" he asked quietly. I nodded, "mm hmm." He smiled and walked over and perched on the arm of the couch. I leaned toward him and he began stroking my shoulder. "Find anything good to watch?" he asked. I smiled up at him, "Oh yes." I was more definite than I had known. He grinned and slid down the inside of the arm until he was seated on the couch beside me. "You know," he said softly as he nuzzled my neck, "we can let these guys go home if you'd prefer." "If you had offered that about 10 minutes ago I might have accepted but now... now I really want this." "What is it you want?" he asked me, seriously. "I'm not sure. All I know is watching them get turned on by watching me made me crazy and the idea of touching them and feeling them inside me makes me ache." I turned and looked up at him. "Is that ok?" He kissed my forehead and said, "It is very ok. Let me give this to you?" I nodded and he stood and offered me his hand. I took it and he led me to the kitchen. They all looked up when we came into the kitchen and I smiled. "You guys are all very photogenic." I teased and they all laughed. "Jenna is interested in sampling our wares, gentlemen, but we will be leaving it to her where the line is drawn." He turned to me and said, "You need to think of a safe word that is easy for you to remember and that wouldn't normally come up during sex. You can't choose, yes, no, hot, sexy, etc., understand?" I nodded that I did and he smiled. The Morgan's Babysitter Ch. 02 "Vacuum," I said. "Good one. Can we get you anything?" I shook my head no. "Would you prefer we stay here or the den?" "Here please, unless you are concerned about that table because I plan to be on it," I said as I walked toward it. Mr. M smiled and shook his head, "No worries." He began to introduce the men at the table but I stopped him. "If no one minds, I'd rather not know your names. I'm very much liking the idea of you all being strangers to me." They glanced at one another for a consensus and Mr. M. turned to me and nodded, yes. I glanced around at them all. They were all 5'9" or taller with short hair and nice bodies. After that, they were each different; goatee, no facial hair, glasses, no glasses, dark, fair, curly hair or none. I had a perfect representation of maleness and I already knew that no one would disappoint in the size department but now that I knew I wanted this, agreed, and set the terms, I didn't know what to do to get it started. Mr. M stepped behind me and held my shoulders for a second so I wouldn't turn around and then lightly trailed his fingers down my arms to my hips and then down the sides of my legs. I sighed, relaxed by the gesture and relieved that he was taking over. I dropped my head back to his shoulder and he kissed my neck. I was already almost as horny as I had been when the doorbell rang. One of the taller men, Buddy one from the tape, stood in front of me and we started kissing but Mr. M. never stopped. I was secured between two men being stroked and kissed. I was nearly weak kneed. Mr. M. slid his hands to my blouse and began unbuttoning it, exposing me to the room. My nipples hardened immediately to a near painful tightness and my hips twitched. Both men moaned softly and I was overwhelmed. I gasped, "Yes!" and the other men moaned, too. I opened my eyes and saw the other three at the table with their hard cocks in their hands. What an incredible sight! 'One' dropped to his knees in front of me and started stroking his hands up the outside of my legs and kissing the inside. Slowly he worked his way to the tops of my thighs, pushing my skirt up as he went. He pressed his face to my panties and inhaled with a soft moan. My hips pressed toward him and I suddenly couldn't think of anything I wanted more than this man eating my pussy. Mr. M. had reached the end of my buttons and was slipping my blouse down my back. He slid his hands to my bra and began stroking my nipples through the lace. I leaned against his chest and reached behind me to stroke his cock through his jeans. 'One' found the side belt on my kilt and undid it; it dropped to the floor with a whoosh and a small thud and I was incredibly aware that I was exposed and more turned on than I had thought possible in front of 5 men. I looked at the men at the table and they were all engrossed in the scene and slowly stroking their cocks. 'One' hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties just as Mr. M. unclasped my bra and I was watching all the Buddies as they saw me truly naked for the first time. Every cock in front of me jumped and I knew I had made the right decision. This was the hottest thing I could ever imagine. Mr. M. cupped my breasts and ran his thumbs over my nipples and a jolt ran through me directly to my pussy. In that moment, 'One' slipped his tongue between my pussy lips and grazed my clit. I cried out as my knees gave way and Mr. M. held me up. 'One' stood and picked me up and placed me on the poker table on my back. "Spread your legs, little one," he commanded. I did so and he murmured "Good girl" as he dropped into the chair facing my pussy. Buddies three, four, and five walked around behind him. I heard different voices talking about my pussy. 'One' commended me on being bald, another talked about how pretty it was and then I felt 'One' spread my lips and expose my clit. They all moaned and from above my head I heard Mr. M. say, "She does get incredibly wet doesn't she?" "I wonder if she's..." said 'One' as he slipped a finger inside me and curled it expertly. I gasped as I looked up at Mr. M. who was smiling down at me. "Everything still good?" he asked, "No vacuums in the future?" I shook my head and gasped, "No," as 'One' put another finger inside me. He hesitated for a split second and I nodded, "please!" "Please what?" he smirked. "Please finger - fuck me until I cum all over you." He growled, "Oh good girl," and then curled the two fingers inside me as he leaned forward and began to tongue my clit. I was overwhelmed by the sensations and I automatically reached to 'One's head but Mr. M. caught my hands and held them over my head. I was now spread out to be enjoyed and with no defence. 'Two' and 'Three' each took a nipple into their mouths and began tonguing and nibbling them. 'One' added a third finger and I was lost. My stomach clenched, my hips bucked, and I came. I heard a guttural shriek and realized it was me. 'One' continued his work with his fingers but moved his mouth away from my clit long enough to say, "She is so fucking tight it feels like she's crushing my fingers." The others moaned and then it happened. I felt like I was about to split in two; my insides clamped and a surge of liquid spurt from me. "Yes!" 'One', 'Four', and Mr. M. cried. "She's a squirter!" The liquid ran down my lips onto the table and I felt like I had peed myself but I knew I hadn't. "It's ok," 'Three' said to me quietly, "some women can do that – cum like that. It's awesome." Mr. M. smiled at us and leaned down so he was beside my ear to whisper, "Its ok. It's not pee and no one thinks it is. Some women can ejaculate their pussy juice where most women can only leak it to lubricate. I wondered last week when you were so wet. We are all fans of it here so I hope you aren't embarrassed." I was too weak to care. I smiled and looked at all those hard cocks and wanted only to see them cum for me. I smiled and shook my head and said, "It's a little late for modesty now, is it not?" They all laughed and I told them how amazing it was. "Now," I said, "I really want to taste and feel all of you." 'One' was already putting on a condom and the others seemed unsure of what to do next so I reached out and took 'Three's cock in my hand and lead him to my mouth. I used the tip of my tongue to taste the precum and then began long slow strokes with the length of my tongue from the base of his cock. He moaned and ran his fingers through my hair. Mr. M. was still above my head but 'Four' guided my hand to his cock and I felt the head of 'One's cock at my pussy. I reached for 'Two's cock and began to stroke that as well. 'One' gripped my knees and tugged me down the table a little and pressed his head against my pussy again. I let 'Three's cock slip from my mouth and said, "Fuck me! I need to feel your cock in me." 'One' looked at me for a split second and then drove his cock into me. "Fuck yes!" I gasped, "Stretch that pussy." 'One' grunted and began long firm strokes in and out of my drenched pussy. I put 'Two's cock in my mouth and started stroking 'Three's cock. Mr. M. stroked and pinched my nipples as he watched me stroke two cocks, suck one, and be fucked by another. I already found it an incredible turn on but it was even more so knowing Mr. M. was watching. I looked up to check on him and saw that he was completely naked now, like the rest of us, and rock hard. Suddenly I ached for his cock even though 'One's cock was so good. As if he read my mind he leaned to my ear and whispered, "I'll be last. Try to hold on for me." I let 'Two's cock slip and nodded at him. I opened wide for 'Four's cock and went to stroking 'Two's and 'Three's. I was very close to cumming again and I bucked my hips at 'One'. "Four's cock slipped and I looked at 'One'. He gripped my hips and I tilted them to him. "Fuck me." He thrust deeper and I moaned, "Fuck yes, make me cum." He slipped his thumb over my clit and pressed gently. I gasped and he panted, "Yes! That's it. Good girl." Mr. M. pinched my nipples and that did it. "I'm cumming!" I cried as my pussy clenched around his cock and milked it. "Fuck! Yes!" 'One' shouted and I felt his cock spasm inside me. 'One' pulled out and 'Two' picked me up from the table and stood me beside it. 'Four' sat on the edge of the table and 'Two' bent me over in front of him. I took 'Four's cock in my mouth as 'Two' kicked my legs apart and slipped his cock into my pussy. I decided I really liked being fucked in this position. I gently pressed 'Four's balls into my mouth and ran my tongue over them and he gasped and moaned. I ran my tongue up his cock to the huge head, and spit copiously on it. "Oh fuck!" he groaned and I heard the others guttural agreements. I grinned briefly at the approval and then swallowed his cock. 'Two' picked up the pace fucking me so as 'Two' pushed his cock into me I was pushed forward on 'Four's cock; both cocks were pushing into me at the same time and pulling back at the same time. An image drifted into my head and I suddenly wanted it desperately. "I need to feel your cum on me. Tell me when you are going to cum." He took a couple more strokes and said, "Soon. I need to cum soon." I pulled away and said to 'Four', "A condom." He slipped one on as I climbed onto the table and straddled him facing 'Two'. I lowered myself onto 'Four's cock with a sigh and a moan from him, then I reached for 'Two's cock. He had already removed the condom so I could feel his velvety skin in my hand. That, coupled with the sensation of 'Four's cock bent up and rubbing against my G-spot and I was almost ready to cum again. I stroked 'Two's cock and ground against 'Four's cock in my pussy. "Cum for me," I purred, "I want to feel your hot cum slide down my pussy lips." 'Two' grunted and blew his load all over my pussy. I felt it slide down my lips and put my hand down to 'Four's cock to catch some. I brought it to my mouth and licked it off my hand. "Mmmm, you are yummy." He kissed my cheek and moved aside. 'Three' stood in front of me blatantly stroking his cock but wouldn't get close enough for me to touch him. He smirked at my frustration so I took it out on 'Four'. I rode his cock for all I was worth. 'Four' groaned and lifted me off him. 'Three' pulled me toward him and put me on the table on my back. He thrust his cock into me as deep as he could go and 'Four' pulled off his condom and came all over my breasts, his thick cum trailing wetly over my hard nipples. I clenched my pussy around 'Three's cock and he came with a guttural growl. There I lay covered in cum, well fucked and desperately needing to cum again. Mr. M. placed the velvety head of his cock on my mouth and traced my lips with it. I tried to take it into my mouth and a slap stung my ass. I whimpered and wondered how he had known that I would respond to this. He began to trace my lips again but this time I kept them closed. "Good girl," he muttered, "A fast learner." His fingers danced over my pussy and my hips twitched. "Such a dirty little girl, all sticky with cum, just fucked by four experienced men and still horny for more, am I right?" he smiled slightly. I nodded. "There's a good little slut," he purred. He grabbed my thighs and pulled me to the edge of the table. I put my feet on his shoulders and grinned. He pressed his cock to my pussy but wouldn't let me press toward it. I suddenly needed to break his self control. I stroked my nipples, rubbing my finger through the cum there and then sucking it off. He took a deep breath and arched an eyebrow at me. I trailed my fingers to my pussy and ran them through the cum there. I sucked it off my fingers and then started to play with my clit. I knew his resolve was weakening. As frustrated as I was the contact with my clit gave me a jolt and I wondered which of us would weaken first. "Come on, mister," I purred at him, "you know you want to sink your cock into me." He groaned and looked at the others. I looked over at them and saw they were all standing around stroking their cocks again. The sight topped out my reserve and I crossed my ankles behind his neck and pulled my hips up to him; as wet as I was and as hard as he was, that was all it took to lever his cock into me almost halfway. He grabbed my hips with a growl and drove himself the rest of the way. I clenched my pussy around his cock and arched my back for better depth. "Hunnhh," he said and I grinned; it wouldn't be long now and I needed to cum. 'One' was almost ready to blow his load so I looked right at him and said, "Cum for me; cum all over me." He groaned, and blew his second load all over my tummy. I was now literally covered with cum from shoulder to hip. 'Two' groaned and aimed his twitching cock at one of my nipples, stroking fast. 'Three' and 'Four' stood on the other side stroking their cocks faster the whole while Mr. M. was pulling his cock slowly out of me to the head and then thrusting back into me until I felt his balls slam against me. 'Two' groaned something that sounded like "I'm cumming" and blew a load across my nipples. The sight of it made 'Three' and 'Four' groan and they came one after the other, their cum splattering across my abdomen. Mr. M. sank deep into me and my hips rose off the table. "Cum for me my little slut," he moaned to me, "Cum all over my cock." Hearing that did it, and I came as hard as I had before. Mr. M. growled and began thrusting faster. I looked him in the eye as I ran a fingertip through the cum on my nipple and licked it off. "Mmm, and still warm," I whispered. He rolled his eyes and sank his fingers deeper into my hips as he slammed his cock into me harder. I knew I could cum again for him but I knew I'd have to hurry. I reached down and started rubbing my clit. The men all groaned and Mr. M. growled, "Fuck you are such a good little slut, aren't you?" "I am for you." I pinched my nipple and rubbed faster. My pussy clenched as his balls tightened and we came together. "Fuck, I can feel you squirting against my cock!" I dug my fingers into his forearms to anchor me through my orgasm and he dug his into my hips. As we both began to relax and breathe normally I realized the others were still watching. Mr. M. pulled out slowly and I whimpered at the loss of fullness. "Want to sit up or lay there a bit and recover?" I thought quickly and said, "Recover." He smiled. "I'm going to see these guys out. Stay put until I get back, ok?" I nodded. The guys were all very nice as they left, thanking me, complimenting me. I found it almost funny; what is the etiquette for this situation? I bet even Emily Post doesn't know... Mr. M. returned quickly and helped me to the bathroom. He set the water for me and then brought me fresh soap and face cloth. "Maybe I should soak in a warm bathtub," I mused aloud. "I feel bruised in parts I didn't know could bruise." He laughed. "I wouldn't suggest it tonight but tomorrow would be ok." "You were wonderful tonight," he said as I towelled off. "You were engaged, passionate, and definite – I don't think there was even one second where you re-thought or regretted your choice. Am I right?" I nodded, "You're right. Once I decided to walk into the kitchen with you I was done." I felt suddenly shy and looked to drying my legs as I said, "You were wonderful tonight, too. I felt protected and like I could stop things at any time and you wouldn't have been upset; I don't think they would have either...I mean, frustrated sure but not angry or anything." I looked up at him and he nodded. "I wouldn't have put you near a guy who would be like that. It ruins things. You can be 'Alpha' without being an ass to people." "What made you think to arrange tonight for me?" "Well, you are passionate, open, sensual, and like sex so I thought it would be something you would enjoy but not necessarily think of as possible. I like the idea that I can show you a safe way to explore." "So, there's... more?" I asked shyly. "If you want there to be; If not then that's totally ok. I wouldn't enjoy it unless you wanted it, force is not my thing." I was quiet for a few minutes; there didn't seem to be anything else to say, and then something occurred to me. "I am an awful babysitter! Poor Oscar! Did you check on him?" Mr. M. grinned as he handed me purple sweats, "Oscar isn't here. I couldn't risk him waking up and wandering out." I was so relieved! "Mrs. M. took him to see her Mum." I froze with one leg in the pants. "I thought you said she was at a bachelorette party." "I did. We decided it would be easiest for you that way because then you wouldn't be lying to your parents and you would be more relaxed and able to make your decision based only on what you wanted." I mulled this and belatedly heard the 'We'. "We?" "Mrs. M. and I." He looked closely at me. I processed this, "Mrs. M. knows what you planned for tonight?" "Yes. We talked about it last week. It was her idea to film the guys and play it for you." I sat in stunned silence remembering the night I saw her dressed to go out and had felt guilty for wanting her husband. "She knows..." I said quietly. "Remember when I said you couldn't cause a problem between us?" I nodded. I did remember and I thought it worth discussing at the time but then I was distracted. "We are best friends and there are no secrets between us. I could never love anyone else but her and I don't want girlfriends or mistresses." "Same goes for me." We both looked up and there was Mrs. M. "Hi Jenna," she said kindly, 'How are you feeling?" "Good. Fine, thanks." "A little overwhelmed I think," said Mr. M as he stood and kissed her hello. I watched them. They really did have something I had never seen before. Even their movements fit. I had never seen two whole people balance this well together. The fact was that I really just liked them both very much and I liked being around them. "How about some nice hot tea," Mrs. M. asked me, "and then one of us will take you home?" I nodded, "That sounds good, thanks." The poker table had been cleared away and the kitchen table was gleaming. I glanced around the kitchen and saw that the glasses the men had used were the only remains of our evening. Mr. M. must have cleaned up while I was in the shower. Mrs. M. followed my eyes. "Oscar is old enough to notice when things are out of synch and we would like for him to find these things out for himself at an appropriate age." We drank tea and chatted quietly about school and Oscar and I relaxed into the flow of the conversation. I was surprised to find out it was barely after midnight but I was feeling so sleepy. "Will you take Jenna home or shall I?" Mr. M. said. "I'll do it, please," said Mrs. M. We drove in silence at first and then Mrs. M. said conspiratorially, "How did you find Dave?" I grinned sheepishly and said, "I numbered them in order of their appearance on the tape and then asked them not to tell me their names." Mrs. M. laughed aloud, "What a very novel idea. I like that! I'll have to try that when we arrange to do this for me with strangers." I blinked owlishly at her and then said, "You've done this with them before?" "Yes, of course!" She looked at me quickly and then back at the road. "That doesn't bother you does it?" I grinned, "Not at all." After a moment of quiet I asked, "Where was Dave on the tape?" She grinned, "He was the first one." I smiled at the memory of 'One' and said, "He's very... skilled, isn't he? Almost as good as Mr. M.," I blushed madly. Had I really just said that?! Mrs. M. smiled and simply said, "Almost." I t was a weird thing to have in common but we did and we chatted all the way home about them. It was nice to have a woman to talk to about it, too. A friend... The Morgan's Babysitter Ch. 02 As I stepped out of the car Mrs. M. handed my bundle of clothes through the window to me. "I hope we'll see you again, Jenna, but we understand if you feel you can't." She smiled and I knew she meant it. I meant it too when I said, "Are you kidding, me? You guys can't get rid of me that easily." Impulsively I leaned in the window and kissed her cheek. "I'm available next Saturday if you find you need me," I winked and headed to the house and my bed.