Archive-name: 3plus/babysttr.mff
Archive-author: David C. Kovar
Archive-title: Babysitter


     We came home early, that night.  The party was not very
exciting, so we made excuses and left before 10, even though we
had told Heather, our babysitter, not to expect us until after
midnight.
     And obviously, she did not expect us--at least, not right
then.  Although we made a normal amount of noise driving up to
the house and walking in, she didn't hear us at all.  In fact,
neither of them did.  Not she or her boyfriend, lying on the
couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the
living room.  We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not
knowing what to do.  Then you placed a finger on your lips,
motioning me to be quiet; and we both relaxed, leaning quietly
against the door frame, enjoying the unexpected entertainment.
     Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were
fully clothed, but the young man was trying to correct the
situation.  He slipped his hand inside her blouse, which was
already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly,
reluctantly, pulled his hand away.  He slowly reached in again,
undoing one more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand
again.  Like a stuck record, the identical motions were repeated
over and over.
     It was not difficult to understand the young man's
fascination with what was under Heather's blouse.  When she had
arrived, it was obvious that she was not wearing a bra; her
large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent
17-year-old body.  I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to
mind.  As we walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I
could stop drooling.  And now, as if in a projection of my
fantasy, those luscious young tits were being stroked and
fondled.
     Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on
the couch in a huff, still looking away from us.  Heather,
suddenly concerned, pressed up against him, her breasts nearly
overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open.  At first, he
would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her.
How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the
youth had decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with
one arm, he began to unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free
hand.  With remarkable dexterity, and without relinquishing the
kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down just a little.
     Just a little--but enough.  The sexual teasing that he had
been subjected to had give him an enormous erection, which sprung
free with such force and suddenness that we both had to stifle
giggles.  Still without breaking the kiss, he took Heather's hand
and wrapped it softly around his cock.  After a few moments, she
withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed
down, dreamlike, at his erection.  Slowly, on her own, she
reached for it, stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with
hypnotic fascination.
     Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but
inexorably, began to push her head toward his lap.  We exchanged
amused, excited glances; it was obvious what he wanted.  We
nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly kiss the side
of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure.  She began to lick
the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of--and
enjoying--the effect she was having on her partner.  Her red
tongue danced slowly up and down his swollen prick, teasing him,
unleashing his passion.  Suddenly, boldly, she encircled the head
of his cock with her moist, full lips.  The magnitude of the
unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to bear;
holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips,
driving his shaft deep into her mouth.  Not surprisingly, she
gagged.  Unfortunately, we gasped.  Out loud.  And this time,
they heard us.
     Instantly, pandemonium reigned.  Our living room, calm and
sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring
circus in the blink of an eye.  The boy, a bright shade of
crimson, was grabbing at his pants, trying to stuff his wilting
hard-on back in, running for the door at the same time, stumbling
and tripping as he run, cursing.  Heather, shrieking, was
covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming
unintelligibly, she began to dash around the room aimlessly.
     I guess we didn't know exactly how to react.  On the one
hand, we were trying to reassure them both, to tell them that
everything was OK.  But we were both trying with only moderate
success to stifle our laughter, not wanting them to feel any more
humiliated than they obviously were.
     But we were too surprised to take any control of the
situation; and, an instant later, the boy had stumbled out the
door, and Heather was on her knees in front of me, actually
sobbing and begging.  "PLEASE don't tell my mother," she said
frantically.  "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I
won't do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell
anybody, I'll do ANYTHING, just don't tell them.  I'll do
ANYTHING!"
     With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to
regain a glimmer of her composure.  Hesitantly, she raised her
face and looked up at me.  I was standing there with my mouth
open, caught in mid-thought.  I was trying to say, don't be
ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm
down, and for God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing
to apologize for...but that's when I realized that she had said
"I'll do ANYTHING!"
     "Anything?" I thought.  Hmmm.  As if she was reading my
mind, she repeated, more softly.  "Please, don't tell.  They'll
KILL me.  Please.  I'll do ANYTHING.  Please."  Her eyes
glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me pleadingly.
Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you;
but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the
exciting possibilities.
     As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised
to hear the sound of my zipper being quickly lowered.  As if in
disbelief, she turned her head slowly back towards me; then
gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches from her face.
     "Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off."  Her
eyes, wide in astonishment, never left my semi-erect and
rapidly-growing prick.  "It looked to me like you were beginning
to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be happy to continue
your lessons!"
     For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do;
then, as if in a dream, she leaned forward and circled the head
of my cock with her luscious young lips.  From behind her, I was
dimly aware that you gasped as my prick slid into her mouth.  She
began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively.
     You kneeled down behind her, hands around her waist, and put
your face next to hers.  "He likes for you to lick it, not just
to suck it," you informed her; to demonstrate, you gently licked
the point where her lips clasped my cock.  I could hear, or maybe
feel, Heather as she moaned softly.
     "Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the
underside of his cock.  Right down the ridge.  All the way to his
balls."  An apt pupil, Heather followed your instructions with
increasing eagerness.  As she reached my balls, you gently lifted
them, caressing them in your hand.  "Now lick under his balls,
and between his balls and his legs.  See how far you can get your
tongue back towards his asshole."
     From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me, I
could see most of her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened
blouse.  I saw you grin as you followed my gaze; obligingly, you
reached over and completed the uncovering.  Released from their
bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up,
nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as
she moved.  You cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm
flesh, teasing her enlarged nipples.
     Then, suddenly, you slid down, clamped your mouth over one
exquisite nipple, and began to suck.  Heather stopped her oral
exploration of my genitals and gasped in astonishment, mouth wide
open.  Of course, I was unable to resist such an obvious
invitation, and reinserted my cock into her waiting mouth.  After
barely a moment's hesitation, she began to suck my cock, moving
her head back and forth in a quickening pace.  In seconds, I knew
was about to explode.
     "That's so beautiful," you said.  "God I love to watch you
fuck her mouth.  You're about to cum, aren't you," you added
knowingly.  "Now listen, Heather," you implored, "try to swallow
all of his cum.  See if you can suck him dry.  Drive him crazy."
     She was, of course, already driving me crazy.  I grabbed her
head and added my urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep
into her mouth, fucking her mouth as if it were a warm, wet
pussy.  And then I exploded, streaming what felt like gallons of
hot cum into her mouth.
     Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all.
She tried--I saw her gulp down at least one mouthful--but she was
too inexperienced to keep up with my insistent spurts.  Finally
she backed up and released my throbbing cock; the last few spurts
of my cum shot onto her upturned face.
     I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you
were quick to notice it too.  "I've gotta have some of that," you
said eagerly, and licked the traces of cum from her face.  Still
Heather's mouth remained full; cum continued to slowly ooze out
of the corners of her mouth.  Finally, you put your mouth on
hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart to share my
cum with her.  I could see both of you swallow the remains of my
cum; and long after it was all gone, your tongues still explored
each other.
     The sight of you two beautiful women--one fully developed
and experienced, one young and naive--kissing each other
passionately was incredibly exciting to me.  Even though I had
just barely finished cumming, I could feel my cock slowly begin
to harden in response to the visual feast.
     "Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to
demonstrate, you stood up and removed your skirt and panties.
"Look," you said, spreading your pussy lips wide, and inserting
one finger deep inside.  Heather, dazed, obediently watched.
"Now, it's my turn.  Eat me," you demanded of her.  "Lick my
pussy.  I want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt.
Suck my clit.  I want you to make me cum too."
     Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between
your legs.  I could see her tongue darting between your fingers
as you held your pussy open for her and showed her where to lick
and suck.
     "Lie down on your back," you ordered breathlessly, and just
about flung Heather around before she had time to respond.
Straddling her face, you lowered you pussy to her mouth, grinding
into her with increasing speed and urgency.  "Oh God," you kept
saying, "that's wonderful.  Eat my fucking cunt.  My God, I'm
going to cum!" And with a short scream, you did.  The incredible
turn-on of watching two women making it right before my eyes--
possibly the most arousing sight in the world--had caused my
prick to become almost entirely stiff once again.
     After just a few seconds, you seemed to have recovered some
of your composure, and were eager to continue.  You scooted back
a foot or so, leaving Heather's upturned face staring up
dreamily, your pussy juices smeared on her face.  "Take off her
jeans," you suggested; and, as Heather wiggled her ass helpfully,
I complied.  I pressed my hand to the center of her panties; as I
felt the wetness, Heather moaned softly.
     Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs
with her knees bent.  The thin line of her young pussy gleamed
with moisture; I ran my finger over it lightly, as Heather tensed
and moaned.  I lowered my head, and began to lick near the tops
of her legs.  "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that feels so
fucking good!"  I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her
speak.  "Don't stop," she begged eagerly.  "PLEASE don't stop!"
     Before I could oblige, you offered Heather some timely
advice.  "Be more specific," you suggested.  "Tell him EXACTLY
what you want him to do."
     Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much
urging.  "Eat me," she nearly shouted.  "Make me cum.  Please--I
want to cum SO BAD!  Eat my pussy.  Lick my cunt--all over.  Suck
my fucking cunt.  Make me CUM!"  With ever-increasing excitement,
I eagerly obliged.  I slipped my hands under her butt, squeezing
her ass tightly, and began to explore her wet pussy with my
tongue.  I licked and sucked all over her cunt, and teased her
clit as she moaned and writhed.  In a surprisingly short time,
she shrieked and shuddered in a violent climax.
     Noticing my now fully-erect cock, you had a recommendation.
"Fuck her," you suggested.  "I'll bet that young, tight cunt will
drive you crazy."
     "Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deliriously.  "Please fuck me!
I want to feel you inside me.  I want to feel your cock deep
inside my cunt.  Please!  Fuck my pussy.  I'm so wet.  I'm so
READY!"  As if to demonstrate, she reached down to her
sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they
would go.  I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an
ample breast, teasing her cunt lips with the head of my cock.
"Stick it IN, stick it IN," she urged.  Slowly, I slid my cock
into her pussy.  It was one of the most incredible feelings that
I've ever had--her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt like
a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me
ever deeper.  Again I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and,
sure enough, after a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her
snatch.  Spent, I rolled off her.
     "What kind of gentleman are you, anyway," you demanded
mischievously.  "You left the poor girl unfulfilled!  Well," you
added, "I'd be less than the perfect hostess if I didn't make
amends!" You repositioned yourself over her face, and this time
she eagerly grabbed you and started licking and sucking your
pussy.  With a moan, you stretched out over her and began to
reciprocate.  I swung around for a closer look at one of my
favorite activities, and watched as your tongue and lips explored
Heather's cunt.  Just as earlier it had her mouth, my cum
overflowed her pussy; you eagerly lapped it up, and rubbed your
face in the mixture of her juices and my cum.
     Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women
eating each other's pussies began to make my cock hard yet once
more; and by the time you both came, I was stiff as a board.  I
jumped you as you rolled off Heather, inserting the length of my
cock quickly into your tender pussy.  Both semi-exhausted, we
began to fuck slowly, savoring every stroke with intense
pleasure.  Soon, I began to feel Heather's mouth between my legs,
licking and sucking my balls, trying to lick my cock as it
plunged in and out of your cunt.  Just as I could feel that we
were both about to cum together, I felt Heather's tongue circling
the rim of my asshole.  And just as she spread my ass and
squirmed her tongue deep into my asshole, we both came.
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