BABYSITTER STORIES: 5 Babysitter Stories (5 page)

I wanted to get up and fuck her, but she was getting all the dick she needed there from Steve…and I felt that little stab of jealousy until I realized that she intended for me to cum in her mouth the way Steve had.  The thought raised my excitement level considerably, and I tangled my hands in her short hair and began to thrust roughly into her throat.

Donna didn’t object to my ruthless fucking of her mouth, she seemed to relish it.  I stayed in rhythm with Steve and Donna just sort of laid there taking it, but she was making a hell of a racket…she sounded like one of those ladies in the porn videos riding a Sybian for the first time.

I couldn’t help myself, Donna’s passive sucking of my cock was just too much for me and I began to spew into her throat.  She locked her hands around my ass cheeks and pulled me into her until her lips encircled the base of my cock.  Her eyes never left mine, and she refused to quit sucking me, even when it became so tender that it hurt me for her to continue.  It was easy to see that she was focused on Steve’s cock ramming into her pussy.

In spite of the pounding her slender body had been taking, Donna wasn’t done yet.  She lay face down on the sofa, her lungs heaving.  It was plain to Steve and I that she was gathering her strength for the next onslaught…I just hoped I was up for it.

I wanted to give her hell for having somebody over when she wasn’t supposed to, but it’s hard to raise hell with someone whose cheerful crooked grin is dripping with your cum.  Her head was resting on my thigh, and every few minutes her tongue would flick out and caress my cock, or she would nuzzle my balls.  “I’ve wanted to do this for
so
long,” she whispered.  “What kept you…I’ve done everything except rip off my clothes and beg…”

I didn’t have an answer, and I guess she really didn’t expect one.  The whole time she was playing with my cock she had kept Steve’s drained penis inside her.  He just sat there looking stupid and kept his mouth shut, which was probably the most intelligent thing he’d managed to do in his entire life.

Donna started sucking me again in earnest when my cock started to swell.  She told me she had something she wanted to try and that I was the perfect solution for her.  I couldn’t help but be intrigued.  She continued her eye contact with me as she dragged Steve off the couch and put him on the floor.  It was clear that she loved the feel of his very large cock in her, but it was just as clear that she was getting off because I was watching her.

When she had Steve’s cock fully inside her, she gave her hips a sexy wiggle and crooked her forefinger at me.  She grabbed my newly erect cock and tugged me around to a position behind her.  “I want you to fuck me in the ass Wayne,” she said in a low husky voice laden with lust.  I had never been so happy to have the smallest cock in the room.

Donna laid down on top of her boyfriend, mashing those perfect tits down on top of his chest and raising her ass in the air.  I could see half of his cock was still inside her, but I was focused on the puckered rosebud of her ass.  Donna’s hand pulled my cock to the entrance to her ass and guided me inside.

She was hot, tight and dry…but I could feel my own precum filling her anal cavity.  Donna was whimpering, but she wasn’t in pain, she was horny.  It was her that began to move first, I just stayed still, afraid that I might hurt her.  I could feel her pushing back, taking more of my swollen cock in her ass.  Jesus she felt good!

I could feel Steve’s cock slamming into her through the thin membrane separating her ass and her pussy, and I could sense Donna’s rising excitement and it was transmitting itself to me.  I started to pump slowly in and out of her ass.  Donna’s whimpers turned to moans and she started talking to both of us through tightly gritted teeth, daring us to fuck her harder, deeper.

She turned into a wild woman between us, whipping her head back and forth and using language that would have made a hooker blush. It was the wildest sex I’d ever experienced.  Donna didn’t wait for us to cum, she started early and each time she came she yelped loudly and clawed at Steve’s chest.

“You aren’t really going to stop using me as a babysitter are you?” Donna asked.  Steve had left us half an hour before, but Donna was still naked, lying on the floor in front of me.  She seemed to really be getting off over my staring at her.  She raised her arms and put them behind her head, thrusting her breasts up so that I could get a better look at them.

“No,” I told her, “but you can expect to feel my cock in your ass every chance I get.”  She rolled over onto her stomach and spread her legs, wiggling her ass enticingly.  “I’m waiting…”

HEAT OF THE NIGHT

SYNOPSIS:

Lettie knew what she wanted, she just wasn’t sure how to get it.  In the heat of the night, she dreamed of Tony Weldon, the man she babysat for.  In her dreams, she was wild and wanton, but in reality, there was just no convenient time or place for her to try to make her dreams a reality.  She had to learn of a time when he would be most susceptible to her charms, and oddly enough, it was her own father who gave it away…

Eighteen year old Lettie Baines lay in the four poster white Princess bed her parents had bought her when she was twelve years old.  The white sheers that fell from the canopy floated dreamlike in the hot breeze through her bedroom window. In the heat of the night, the breeze was redolent of the magnolia and honeysuckle her father had so lovingly tended in the yard, and the moon shone in on her nude, tanned body.

Lettie’s nipples were protruding from her alabaster breasts, which looked larger than they actually were because of the deep tan lines where her bikini had covered them.  Her flat belly was heaving, and her long slender legs were spread wide, hanging off the sides of the bed.  A wavy mop of blonde curls whipped back and forth across her pillow and her white teeth were bared as her fingers whipped up a froth in the steaming, hungry hole between her thighs.

Tonight she was wild, dreaming of Mr. Weldon, the man whose son she babysat on weekends and some school nights. Tony Weldon was a tall, dark, exceptionally good looking man whose chiseled features and sexy body were the subject of many fantasies on the block…the wives, young and old, and the teenaged girls lusted after him unabashedly.  Lettie didn’t care, in her mind she could see his handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes as he stroked his big cock into her ravening wetness.

When she came, her heels moved back and the soles of her feet went flat on the sheets.  Her hips rose to meet the heavy pounding of her fantasy lover.  The good orgasm flowed through her, suffusing her body with pleasure.

Lying in the bed afterwards, Lettie wondered what it would be like to actually feel Tony’s body beside hers naked…and his hard cock inside her.  There had to be some way to get the man alone and away from his pretty wife for long enough to get his cock inside her.  The fantasy was fast becoming something she
needed
more than she desired it.             

Oddly enough, it was her own father who gave her the key to Tony Weldon.  Lettie, her mother and her brother were lounging around the pool deck while Lettie’s dad cooked burgers on the grill.  It was a Saturday afternoon tradition (except during the football season; this was, after all the Southeastern United States) to grill hamburgers and hot dogs and eat by the pool. Lettie heard a car door slam three doors down and looked up to see Tony Weldon, carrying a couple of fishing rods and a tacklebox up the back stairs to his house.  “Hey Tony, did ya catch anything?” her dad yelled.  Tony held up a nice stringer of bass and grinned.

“That guy goes fishing every Saturday, rain or shine,” her dad said admiringly.  “No matter what.”

“I wouldn’t think there were that many places to go fishing around here without a boat,” her mother said, “has he got one stashed away at a marina somewhere?  They don’t have one in the driveway…”

“Nah,” her dad said, “he’s got a special spot up on the lake about a quarter mile north of the Taylor’s cabin. It’s a good walk from anywhere, a little cove that you can’t even see from the lake.  I went up there with him once, but I’ve never been back…it’s awfully out of the way and I hate the walk.”

Lettie’s eyes lit up.  The lake had been a summer haven for her and her friends since she’d been in kindergarten, and she knew exactly the spot her father was talking about.  She had been there once for a secret bonfire party in high school.  Her mind went into overdrive at the same time her hormones kicked in.

The following Saturday morning Lettie got up early and drove out to her parents’ lake cottage.  She parked her car in the driveway and ran inside to put on the skimpiest bathing suit she owned (one her mother would have a conniption fit over if she knew Lettie had it) and covered her body with sun screen.

Glistening, she walked out and turned over the Old Town canoe and placed the paddle and life preserver inside before dragging it out to the water.  She knew roughly where she was headed, but it took forty five minutes to find the entrance to the hidden cove.  The sun was just beginning to rise above the horizon when she located it, and she quickly lifted the paddle out of the water.  Reaching behind her, Lettie unfastened the bikini top and dropped it on the floor of the canoe.

Moving to the back of the canoe, Lettie draped her nearly nude body across the seat at the bow.  When she dipped her hands into the water to maneuver the canoe, her breasts were thrust upwards…and her nipples were rigid with anticipation.  Hanging one dainty foot over the side to drag in the water, she looked down and noticed that her open thighs provided a hell of a show for whoever cared to look.  Smiling, she casually paddled into the cove.

Tony made a perfect cast to a low hanging willow and his lure dropped exactly into the area where the light stopped and the shadows started. It was his first cast of the day and it was beautiful.  He reeled his line back in and set down his rod so he could remove his shirt.  The day was breaking warm and wonderful, and he was looking forward to his solitude.  Tiny beads of sweat were already forming on his chest, arms, and legs. Wearing only his khaki shorts and Top-Siders, he reached down for his rod and reel and froze as a canoe drifted silently into view.

His cock jumped erect as he saw the occupant leaned back in the canoe, wearing only a pair of bikini bottoms and dragging both arms and one foot in the clear water.  She had long wavy blonde hair and was wearing a huge pair of sunglasses and her body was hot as hell…and she seemed familiar.  The woman didn’t seem to have spotted him yet, and he felt vaguely guilty for gawking, but she was too hot to stop looking.

Lettie had spotted him out of the corner of her eye and she carefully adjusted the angle of the canoe with her off hand, guiding it right towards him.  She could clearly see his erection pushing his shorts out, and she felt herself grow damp at the sight.  Her heart beat faster, and she wondered if she had enough nerve to pull this off.

She sat up suddenly and crossed her hands over her breasts.  “Mr. Weldon. I didn’t see you there!”

Tony’s eyes widened as he recognized his babysitter and felt a tiny bit of shame for a moment.  He was unable to speak.

Lettie knew the next move was going to be up to her.  “This is such a pretty place, I didn’t think anyone else knew about it.” She dropped one hand to slow the canoe, making no move to cover the exposed breast as the canoe nosed onto the shore.  “I’ve been coming here to sunbathe since I was a kid.”  His eyes were locked on her bare breast and his cock was harder than ever.  She decided it was now or never.

Careful not to tip the canoe over, she put one hand on a gunwale and reached her hand out for Tony’s to get assistance in standing up.  When she stood of course, the canoe moved and she stumbled against him.  Her arms went instinctively around his neck and her breasts pressed against his bare chest, his rigid cock straining against her hard belly.

Her face just inches from his, and her heart hammering, she tilted her head up and their lips met.  It was Lettie who first slid her tongue between his lips, but it was Tony who completely lost control.  His hands slipped down to her ass and pulled her against his cock, and Lettie didn’t pull away.

Her hand snaked down and curled around his thick shaft, squeezing it tightly through the khaki shorts.

Emboldened, Tony grabbed her breast and ducked his head down to take the nipple into his mouth.  Lettie slipped her hand inside his shorts and found his bare cock.  Stumbling onto the shore, Lettie pulled Tony’s shorts down around his ankles and took his rigid penis in both hands.  “Tony,” she breathed, “it’s beautiful!”  Her head moved slightly and she was kissing the tip, curling her tongue around it to lick the clear fluid leaking from the top.

Tony gasped, holding onto her glorious mane as she took the tip inside her warm, wet mouth.  Lettie tugged him down onto the wet sand and swallowed more of his cock, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft.  Grabbing his heavy balls in one hand, she began to bob her head as she listened to his groans of delight.  His excitement fueled her own, and she tried to take more of his cock into her mouth.  It was the biggest one she had ever tried to suck, but it didn’t feel at all uncomfortable…and the man smell of him was stronger than it had been on any of the boys she had dated, a smell that increased her desire.

She took him out of her mouth and squeezed him hard with one hand.  “Do you like that?” she whispered hoarsely.  Tony nodded his head.  “I do too,” she said breathlessly.  “Would you mind cumming in my mouth?” she asked.  “I really want it…”

Tony’s mind exploded.  His wife had steadfastly refused to let him cum in her mouth, preferring to turn her head and let him spurt on her cheeks or her breasts.  He nodded helplessly as Lettie renewed her efforts to swallow him whole.

Her tongue swirled and her head plunged as she did her best to make him cum.  She had dreamed of this moment and she knew exactly what she wanted to do to him.  The wetness between her legs became a flood as she realized that the whole fantasy was about to come true…she could almost taste his cum already.

He looked down at the back of Lettie’s head as she sucked him, the sensations exquisite.  The idea that she
wanted
him to cum in her mouth was a huge turn on, something he had never believed would happen.  Her back was smooth and glistening in the sun, and the tiny beads of sweat magnified the nearly invisible hairs on her skin.  Lettie managed to take the head of his cock past her gag reflex and deep into her throat, and Tony moaned as he felt her lips close around the base of his rod.  His hips jerked involuntarily as she hummed around him.  He felt her hands grab his ass cheeks and pull him in until her nose bumped against his pelvic bone.  Helplessly, his hands tightened in her hair as he began to spray wildly into her sucking mouth…and Lettie began to swallow the torrent.

Tony was breathing hard when she finally released his penis and raised her head up.  “God you taste good,” she said, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and grinning.

Without saying a word, Tony pressed her back and tugged at the strings of her bikini.  Lettie laid back, letting her legs fall apart as she felt Tony’s tongue suck at her nipples and his hand explored between her legs.  She was soaking wet, and when his lips touched her nipples she cried out her pleasure.  The feel of his hot wet tongue slithering over her skin towards her navel made her hips lift upwards and her teeth grind together. Her hands tangled in his dark hair and she whimpered as his searching mouth drew closer to her wet center. At this moment, she wanted to feel his tongue on her clit more than she had wanted anything in her life.  Unable to wait, she pushed down on his head strongly, praying that he would do as she wanted…waiting was too much like torture.

Tony willingly slipped between her young silken thighs and inhaled the fresh scent that only comes from young pussy.  Eagerly, his tongue curled out and licked at her labia as he pulled them apart with his fingers. The little nubbin of her clit stood up before his eyes, pulsing with the blood flow and pink as a new carnation.

“Ahhhhh,” Lettie gasped as his tongue tickled her clit.  Tony used the flat of his tongue to cover the entire nubbin.  When he sucked it into his mouth, Lettie quivered and tried to press his head closer.  His hands went to her breasts and he began to lick and suck at her in earnest.  Lettie started to shake.

Tony stared down at limp woman laid out on the ground before him. In all his life he’d never had a woman respond to his lovemaking the way Lettie had.  Her writhing body and her joyous yelps had both surprised him and flattered him…and he was feeling oddly shy as he knelt between her widespread legs and gazed down at her.  Her ankles were still hooked behind his knees and her belly was rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

Lettie glanced up at her good looking weekend employer.  Even sweaty and disheveled he was gorgeous, and tired as she was, she wasn’t finished with him. She extended her arms up towards him, pulling him down on top of her so that their hot bodies were in full contact again.  His weight felt good on her, and her nails traced the contours of his back muscles as she hugged him.  “Take me in the water,” she whispered.

She weighed nothing as far as Tony was concerned, and he managed to stand up with her hanging around his neck and her heels locked behind the small of his back.  He waded into the clear cool water and he felt her pussy rubbing against his bare belly…to his amazement, his cock began to rise again.