BABYSITTER STORIES: 5 Babysitter Stories (2 page)

“Fuck her Matt,” Brenda whispered hoarsely, “stick it in deep and grind on her the way you fuck me…”

Matt needed no encouragement, he was already giving Shayna his all.  There had never been a hint in Brenda’s personality that indicated she would ever be a party to something like this, and Matt was damned sure not going to miss out on it.  The idea that this adventure might indicate a permanent change in his sex life had not yet occurred to him.

Shayna’s wailing turned to little yelps of excitement as she settled into her final climactic rhythm.  Matt and Brenda both could sense her impending orgasm, and both started whispering words of encouragement.

Brenda bent to the spot where the two lovers joined and lay the flat of her tongue across Shayna’s clit, and overlapped onto the top of Matt’s rapidly stroking cock.  Shayna’s hips went wild and her yelps turned to a loud, prolonged scream as she began to cum.  Matt hung on as best he could and Brenda raised her head to one of Shayna’s nipples and bit down hard on it.  That was enough to send Shayna shooting over the brink and into a hard, mind numbing orgasm.  Matt went with her, followed closely by Brenda.

Shayna had staggered slightly as she gathered her clothes.  Brenda had helped her shower…which Matt would have loved to watch, but he was too exhausted to come into the bathroom with them.

He didn’t get up when Brenda took Shayna out of the bedroom, he stayed in the bed, spent and drenched.

“Okay lazybones, out of the bed!”  Brenda called to him.  She dragged him to the shower so she could remake the bed…which she did quickly so she could get in the shower with him.

“Did you enjoy that baby?” she asked as she dried him off, paying special attention to the penis that had provided her with so much pleasure this morning.

“Hell yes,” Matt said, turning to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Brenda gasped when his lips left hers.

“I think we’ll try one of Shayna’s little friends next time…maybe the redhead.”

“Jesus, do you mean to tell me that you want to do this again?” Matt asked numbly.

“Oh yes baby,” Brenda whispered.  “Shayna says there are a couple of her friends who’ve wanted to ‘babysit’ for you for quite some time.”  Brenda licked her lips as she took her husband’s cock deep inside.  There were more than a few young men who did occasional babysitting jobs too…but she would spring
that
idea on Matt when they had gone through a few more of the girls.

RAW DESIRE

SYNOPSIS:

The last thing Adam expected when he dragged his inebriated wife home from the party was a sexual encounter with the babysitter…but that’s exactly what he got.  Beneath the innocent face and the milky white skin and freckles, Ginger was a seething mass of raw desire…

The kids were asleep and Miranda had gone straight to bed when we got home…it happened every time somebody brought a bottle of Captain Morgan’s to one of the parties.  I knew damned well she was down for the night, and I would have to wait until tomorrow before I was going to get any relief.

Miranda’s friends were tease freaks, flaunting their bodies at the parties and rubbing up against all the guys.  I usually managed to get in a few cheep feels and there were always little touchy feely games going on, but it was all in fun…until you got home and your wife passed out when you had a raging hardon.  I knew it was either jack off or do without, so I was not in a particularly good mood when I got home.  On top of everything else, I was going to have to pay the babysitter, a job Miranda usually took care of.

After I half carried Miranda into the bedroom and poured her into our bed, I came back out into the living room and headed for the bar.  Ginger, our freckled eighteen year old babysitter, followed me over to the bar and sat down with her arms on top of the long mahogany bar I had built myself.  I poured four fingers of Russell’s Reserve Rye whiskey into a tumbler and took a deep swallow.

“She had a little too much again did she?” Ginger asked with a wry grin.

“Hell yes,” I said, “you’d think I’d know better by now, but I let myself get all fired up and now I’m gonna have to wait til tomorrow.”  I shook my head, it was an old story and I was used to it.  I didn’t
like
it, but I was used to it.

Ginger reached across the bar, exposing an uncomfortable expanse of bare freckled flesh as her sundress pulled down when she leaned over, and took my rye from my hand.  I looked at her, mildly surprised, and warned her that it was straight rye whiskey.

“I know,” she said, taking a healthy swallow, “this is what I sneak from my dad’s bar every chance I get.” She set the square crystal tumbler back on the shiny surface of the bar.  She looked me squarely in the eye.  “Why do you let them do that to you when you know she’s going to be too drunk to play when you get home?”

I was more than a little embarrassed because my eighteen year old babysitter was staring at and referring to the large and obvious woodie in my shorts. I could have ignored her, and I probably should have, but it was spoken in a challenging manner and I’d had a few drinks myself that night.

“Not that you’d understand anything about it young lady, but I enjoy playing and teasing with those ladies and we’ve been doing it for a long time…and it’s not
always
a given that Miranda will get squiffy.  Most of the time we do just fine after you leave.  By the way, aren’t you due home pretty soon now?”

“Nope,” Ginger said, taking another swallow of my drink and exposing a disturbing amount of skin once more…I couldn’t call it cleavage really, her breasts were small but well shaped.  “Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend.” Her green eyes captured mine.  “What makes you think I wouldn’t understand what goes on at those parties?”  She threw her shoulders back and thrust her small breasts forward, and then lifted her foot to the top rung of the barstool she was sitting on.  The skirt of the sundress rose, exposing more milky white freckled skin than I had ever seen before on the babysitter who had been working for us for two years.

Her eyes had never left my hardon, and I was getting uncomfortably warm as my dirty old man’s mind took in the ripe lushness of her body and the flushed look to her face.  Her lips seemed to have swelled and they were parted suggestively.  Hard nipples poked against the soft cloth of the sundress and suddenly she wasn’t a kid any more.

“Oh shit,” I said, staring at the protruding nipples and sensing danger.

Ginger smiled and tugged at the elastic below her breasts, bringing the top down perilously close to exposing one of the pink nipples that I was already imagining. She moved closer to me.  “Last week I danced naked at the lake party,” she said.  “Mr. Harrelson saw me and he didn’t say a word…”

I have to admit I was shaken.  Tom Harrelson was a neighbor who I’d been friends with for years…hell I’d fondled his wife’s tits not two hours ago and she’d groped my cock. To think he’d watched Ginger dance naked made my cock even harder.

She had a mysterious little smile on her face, she knew she had my undivided attention.  “Mr. Anderson has a pretty big cock too,” she said, still staring at mine.  Her next words sent a shiver through my body that I couldn’t control.  “His cum tastes like almonds.”  Ginger was moving now, moving towards me and my feet were rooted to the floor.

I watched in rapt fascination as her delicate fingers reached for the hem of her sundress and tugged it over her head in one smooth motion.  The move was so slick she must have practiced it for hours in front of a mirror.  I know, I’m an adult, I’m supposed to be in total control of my baser urges, master of my emotions.  It wasn’t working…I was as horny as a high schooler faced with his first piece of ass.  Ginger had me in the palm of her hand and she knew it.

“I like the taste of cum anyway,” Ginger said softly, “I can’t seem to help myself when I see a hard cock.”  Her fingers reached out and traced my erection through my shorts.  “I get all wet inside and my mouth waters,” she whispered, “and I need to feel it inside my mouth and in my throat.”  She curled her fingers around the shaft, squeezing me, moving her tempting soft body closer to mine.

I could see that she shaved her pussy, not a single ginger colored hair showed.  There was a light sprinkling of freckles over her entire pale body, but it didn’t detract from her looks at all.  She looked sleek, and the muscles in her slim body were taut and made her move in a sexy, feline way far older than her years should have allowed.

She went to her knees in front of me, and I was helpless to stop her as she unfastened my shorts and took my erect penis into her two small hands. The intelligent green eyes fastened on mine once more. “I think,” she said, stroking me softly, “that if I’m going to suck your dick I should call you Adam.”  Before I could say a word she had engulfed my cock all the way down to where her nose was bumping my pelvic bone…something no woman has ever been able to do to me before.  Any remote chance of my salvation fled from my body in that instant.

I stared down at her puffed out cheeks as she sucked me with consummate skill…she knew how to bring me to the ragged edge of orgasm and then let me fall off to normal as she took my balls into her mouth and toyed with my ass.  My shorts were on the floor and she had managed to make me lie down on the deep pile of the carpet with my legs spread wide as she eagerly explored my body with her lips and tongue before going back to my cock and bringing me to a peak again.

My eyes were bulging and I was going out of my skull with pleasure…this damned teen babysitter was more skilled than any woman I had ever encountered, including some professionals I had met when I was younger and more foolish.  “Are  you going to give it to me Adam?” she asked me.  Her eyes had taken on a wicked cast and her voice was mischievous.  “Are you going to cum in my mouth so I can taste how good you are?”

Clawing at the carpet, I tried hard not to cum, but Ginger was too damned good at this.  The tip of my swollen cock erupted, my load quickly filling her small mouth to overflowing.  It didn’t matter on whit to her, Ginger was gulping loudly as she held my thick rod in both hands, her eyes riveted to mine.  When my cock finally stopped jumping, she swallowed one more time and began to leisurely lick up every drop she had spilled, first from her hands and breasts, and then from my belly.  I was awestruck.  She took her time, cleaning me slowly with much sighing and moaning, and by the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

“I guess you know what I’m going to do with this now,” she said with that same mischievous tone in her voice as she climbed onto me.  Her toes curled as she hunched her body and stuffed my penis between her legs.  She leaned forward and put one small hand on my bare chest as she fitted the tip between the folds of her tight pink hole and then eased back on it.  Ginger wiggled her ass and settled back, and I felt the tip slide slowly inside her.  She was tight, but I detected no trace of a hymen as she took more of my stiff prick inside her.

“Jesus you feel good,” Ginger said, rocking gently on me. “Come on Adam, push a little, I want to feel you
move
in me.”  It would be easier if she was on her back and I rolled her over flat on her back and put my hands on the floor on either side of her shoulders.

She wriggled beneath me.  “Suck my nipples Adam,” she begged breathlessly.  They were small and hard, like little pencil erasers, but they must have been extremely sensitive.  When I sucked one into my mouth she made little mewling sounds that were so sexy I nearly came inside her.  Her whole body writhed with pleasure as I sucked, and when I used my teeth to bite down on them gently she force them further into my mouth and demanded that I bite down harder.  When I bit down almost to the point of pain she told me to stop right where I was and not to move.  She held her breath, got red in the face, and her legs made positioning movements outside my own legs.  Her mouth fitted itself to mine and she came in great rushing heaves.  Her chest flared and I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down on me, but she didn’t seem to want me to move.  I stayed perfectly still until she was done.

Her smile was soft and cheerful when she recovered, and the mischief was back in her voice as she wriggled beneath me.  “Fuck me good Adam. Make me cum again…nobody has ever made me cum that way before.”

Young as she was, I was proud to have shown her something new, and I began to stroke slowly into her, determined to do more for her.  I pressed down, angling the tip of my cock upwards. Feeling it press hard against the inner front wall of her womb.  I could feel the thick bundle of nerves there as my glans pushed against it on my downstroke. I was concentrating so hard on maintaining the difficult angle that I felt little pleasure of my own, it was all for her now.