We Put the Baby in Sitter (4 page)

“Tell her how it feels, honey.”

“Amazing,” he gasped. “You’re doing great, Charlotte.” He ran his hands through her hair. “Can you take it deeper?”

She tried, but I could tell her gag reflex was kicking in.

“Relax your throat,” I suggested. “Tilt your chin up.”

She did, but I could tell she was still a little tense. I put my free hand on her back, running my fingers up and down her bare skin. I made my way slowly down to her ass, stroking over the tiny lace panties she wore. When my hand moved under the curve of her ass, she paused in her sucking so she could move her legs wider apart as she knelt. Then she resumed sucking. When my fingers stroked between her legs, I heard her moan over his cock.

Kevin liked that, because his hips surged upward.

“She’s already wet, Kevin. She must like sucking you, because her panties are soaked.”

“Mmm,” Kevin said. “Maybe if she’s a good girl, I’ll reward her by licking her tiny little clit later.”

I knew she liked that idea, because I felt her muscles clench a little.

Charlotte relaxed more as I stroked her, and she took Kevin in deeper. She was becoming more confident, adding the twisting motion as she sucked up and down.

“Brush your tongue side-to-side as you plunge up and down,” I instructed. I assumed she complied, because Kevin was suddenly going crazy. He let go of my hand and had both hands on Charlotte’s head, his fingers entwined in her hair. Somehow he resisted the urge to push her head down on his cock, and let Charlotte stay in control.

“Faster,” Kevin whispered. “God... yes... that’s it. Good girl, Charlotte. Oh God...suck it. Yes!”

She sucked faster and harder, and I watched with amazement as this young girl bobbed her head onto my husband’s dick, the dark curtain of hair moving as she went at it with gusto.

Since she had things well in hand, I decided to have a little fun, and moved onto the couch. Leaning over, I whispered in Kevin’s ear. “I’m going to have so much fun licking her little pussy tonight. Watching her wriggling on our bed while you lick her tits, and she begs for more.”

“Oh God, Marissa...” Kevin groaned.

“Suck him, Charlotte,” I said out loud. “Let him fuck that sweet little mouth.”

Kevin was shaking as he tried to hold back, wanting to prolong the delicious feel of her mouth.

I grinned, and decided to push him over the edge by whispering again, “I can’t wait to see you pumping that giant cock into that tight, virgin pussy. I want you to bend her over and fuck her til her tits bounce, while she eats my pussy.”

“Oh God... oh yes. Yes! Yesssss!” He thrust upward one last time, and I hopped off the couch, kneeling next to Charlotte just in time.

Her eyes flew open in shock.

“Suck it down, Charlotte.” I rubbed her back, knowing the first time swallowing was strange and sometimes scary for a girl. “Swallow it. That’s it. Swallow it down. Pause to breathe, if you need to.”

She did, pausing and swallowing as Kevin’s hips pulsed again.

“Now keep sucking. Don’t stop until he can’t take it anymore.”

She sucked on. Kevin thrashed about a little, riding the wave of exquisite torture as his cock became even more sensitized. He winced, gasped, grasped the couch for support, then finally laid his hand on her head.

“Stop... stop... no more.”

She pulled off, looking at me with concern. “Did I do it wrong?”

I laughed, rubbing my husband’s leg as he gasped for air and tried to recover. “No, honey. You did it exactly right. Cocks can get really sensitive right after coming. Women are often the same way when they come.”

“That,” Kevin said, “was incredible!”

“Really?” Charlotte grinned.

“Absolutely.”

I moved closer to Charlotte, eager for my turn with the nubile girl. “I know my husband, and that might be the biggest orgasm he’s ever had. Or right up there, anyway.” I leaned in, brushing hair from her cheek. “See? When you’re with the right people, it’s easy. Everything feels right.” I kissed her, slow and gentle, and heard her sharp intake of breath.

“I think you’re right about that.” She looked into my eyes, still shy, but getting bolder.

I kissed her again, delving my tongue into her mouth. She tasted of cum, and God, that just made it even more exciting- my husband’s life-creating cum all over her mouth. Reaching around her, I easily undid her bra, letting it fall away, then pulling it off her arms.

She returned my kiss fervently, and reached around me to undo my bra. She struggled for a second, then it fell away, releasing my breasts, which were heavy with milk.

Charlotte pulled back, wanting a look. “Oh my God, Marissa! Your tits are amazing.”

“Touch them,” I offered.

She reached out with both hands, caressing the sides of my boobs. She glanced up to see my reaction, and I’m sure she could see the lust burning in them. Returning her gaze to my breasts, she cupped them, lifting them to feel the weight, then squeezing.

“Wow,” she breathed. “They feel... nice.”

“Your touch feels nice.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, and she wrapped hers around mine. “Better than nice.”

We made out for several seconds, our hands roaming, touching, squeezing. I glanced at Kevin once or twice, and saw him watching our every move. I was amazed to see he was already getting hard again, stroking his cock back to life.

I guided her down onto the couch, until her head was lying next to Kevin’s leg. I knelt over her, one knee between her legs and one standing on the floor. I continued kissing her which I fondled her breast. Then I kissed a trail down her neck until I reached one of those perky tits. I looked up at her and saw her watching in eager curiosity, biting that full lower lip of hers.

Taking a nipple into my mouth, I did all the things Kevin usually does that drive me crazy. I massaged the side of it with my tongue, flickered the tip of her nipple, sucked it, and swirled my tongue around it.

She moaned, writhing beneath my touch. I nestled my knee between her legs, and the pressure there must have driven her wild. Before long, she was grinding against my knee, and the feeling of her juices seeping through her soaked panties onto my skin was amazing.

Kevin stroked himself with one hand while he caressed Charlotte’s face and stroked her hair.

I stopped licking, and looked up at her. “Do you like my husband’s cock?” I asked, thumbing her nipple.

“Yes,” she nodded, panting as she ground desperately against my knee.

I pinched her nipple lightly, tweaking and twisting it. She moaned and arched her back. Kevin reached over and did the same thing to her other nipple, and before long she was writhing beneath us.

“Did you like sucking him off?”

She nodded. “I loved it.”

“Are you ready to see what it’s like to have one inside you?”

Her eyes flew open. “Yes. Yes, please.”

I got off her and helped her sit up.

Kevin stopped me with a hand on my arm. “Let’s show her how it’s done, first.” He looked at Charlotte. “I want her to watch.”

I smiled. “Then get ready to be fucked.”

He slid my thong down, and I kicked the thong and my shoes off. I slid his pants and his shoes off, then I straddled him. He held his cock in his hand as I slowly impaled myself on it. I felt it getting even harder as I settled myself down onto him, bracing my knees on the couch.

I could feel the last little bit of his semen from his last ejaculation leaking inside of me as he grew. Soon, I was filled with him, and it felt so good. I leaned over, letting my tits fall in his face as I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it open. I didn’t bother to push it off, I just needed to get fucked.

He sat up, taking a nipple in his mouth as he pushed up into me. He held my hips fast as I rode him, while he licked and sucked my nipple. I could see him watching Charlotte out of the corner of his eye. She knelt beside use, mere inches away, which only served to fuel my lust. I wanted her to want me... to want him... to want us both. I rode him harder, and he drove up into me.

Then there was a warm trickle, and I realized that his sucking had led to my milk letting down. He noticed it, and switched breasts.

“Mmm, let me get that for you.” He licked up the trickle of breast milk, and I squeezed his cock with my pussy.

Charlotte’s eyes were wide. “What does it taste like?”

“Like skim milk, but sweet,” he murmured. “Want to lick her?”

Charlotte hesitated, then got up on her knees, leaning in. Kevin returned to my left breast, leaving my right breast for Charlotte. They both licked the milk, and before long, both were sucking and licking my nipples. It was a strange and erotic feeling. Their hands caressed my back, and it felt almost as if I was being worshiped in some way.

His cock felt incredible inside me, and he sped up his thrusting, obviously turned on by having Charlotte participating in our fucking. I maneuvered to wrap my legs around him, pulling him deeper into me, grinding my hips to drive myself fully onto him.

Charlotte pulled back, giving us room to fuck harder. She touched and stroked us both as he plunged up into me. We were sweaty and tired, but I was enjoying every moment. He felt as if he might come, and I cut him off.

“Not yet,” I panted. “Save it for Charlotte.”

“Are you sure?” I could see he was torn. He wanted to come right then, but the pay off of saving it for Charlotte must have been more tantalizing. “Okay.”

I climbed off him, reluctantly. “Let’s move to the bedroom.”

We all tiptoed quickly down the hall, with me taking up the rear. Charlotte was practically skipping. Watching my husband and Charlotte rushing eagerly to the bedroom set off feelings of amazement and arousal. I had so many things I wanted to do to her.

Charlotte sat on the edge of the bed, nervous but excited, and Kevin sat beside her. I climbed onto the end of the bed and watched. He leaned in to kiss her, taking his time, letting her adjust to switching partners. When she was returning his kisses eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck, he guided her onto the bed, until they were lying beside each other. I gave them time to get familiar with each other, their hands moving, caressing, and stroking. Their legs were intertwined, their bodies pressed together. I moved in, running a hand slowly up and down her, cupping her ass, squeezing it.

Kevin reached around and tugged on the back of her panties—her last remaining shred of clothing. I took the hint and pulled them down and off her, tossing them aside. Then Kevin nudged her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. He continued to kiss her while he fondled her breast, thumbing her nipple. I settled in on her other side and licked her other nipple, while I cupped her mound.

She didn’t object, instead focusing on making out with Kevin. I circled my finger through her dark, damp curls, teasing her. Then I pressed against her labia, making those swollen lips rub against her hidden clit. Soon she was moving beneath me, giving signs that she wanted more. I resisted the hint, and kept up the circling. She was so wet, her pussy made slick sounds as her folds moved against each other.

When she was writhing with anticipation, Kevin got on his knees and crawled between her legs. She spread herself wide for him, but I could tell she was anxious. She was lucky to have me there to calm her. I knew just what she needed.

Kevin settled between her legs, rubbing his cock against her wet slit to coat himself before pressing at her entrance. I leaned over her face, kissing and caressing her, while I pinched and rolled her nipple in my fingers. I did my best to stay out of Kevin’s way as he eased his cock inside of her. She was petite, and I was glad to see him being gentle.

Charlotte clung to his shoulders and whimpered a bit as he took her virginity, pressing at and pushing through her barrier. I licked my finger and flickered it over her breast, trying to give her as much pleasure as I could.

It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen; my sexy husband easing that big cock and inch at a time into that tight little pussy. I had to keep stealing glances. He made little thrusts, pushing a little deeper each time. When he was finally almost all the way in, he pulled back and seated himself fully, causing Charlotte to cry out again.

I could tell the first few thrusts were uncomfortable, but once it passed, she relaxed. She glanced at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears, and I stroked her hair, knowing she was worried about her performance. “You did great,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful. I love watching you.”

She smiled, and returned her attention to Kevin. Her body relaxed as he slowly pumped into her. She wrapped her legs around him, giving a signal that she was ready for more, and he picked up his pace.

I lay beside them, playing with Charlotte’s hair, stroking her skin, while my husband fucked her. As he thrust harder, her small tits bounced, and I loved watching him watch those delicious little tits jiggle.

I heard Kevin grunt as he strained to hold himself back. At the last moment, he pulled out, shaking and barely hanging on. When the urge to come had passed, he collapsed on the other side of Charlotte. “You are stunning,” he panted, touching her face.

She looked confused. “You didn’t come.”

“I’m not done.” He grinned. “But first...” he looked at me, “my lovely wife has waited long enough. It’s time she got some attention. From both of us.”

I did a mental dance of joy.

He leaned across Charlotte and kissed me, and I could taste Charlotte, and a hint of his cum. When he reached over and fondled my breast, I reached down and played with Charlotte’s pussy while he kissed me. Charlotte lifted her head and sucked my other tit. It was incredible.

Then Kevin ordered me to take Charlotte’s place on the bed, and for Charlotte to position herself on all fours, between my legs. He bent over the end of the bed, making Charlotte open her own legs wider.

“Now, whatever I do to you, try to do the same thing to Marissa.”

When my eyes met Charlotte’s, I could see she looked a little lost.

“You did an amazing job with Kevin,” I assured her. “Now it’s time for you to learn about your own gender... and I know you’ll do great.”