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My wife was livid as she paced the floor of our
living room. Our 18 year old babysitter, Lauren, just stood there wearing
an apologetic expression on her freckled countenance. I felt bad for her;
I knew Jenny’s anger too well. The pacing back forth told me that the poor
girl was in deep shit.
“I told you to stay out of our room,” Jenny raged. “You deliberately broke
a rule, now I can’t trust you anymore!”
Lauren just stood there unsure of what to say. Jenny turned to me and
demanded that I pay her and send her on her way.
“I’ll be having a talk with your mother on Monday,” Jenny threatened.
I did as I was told and then drove the poor girl home. She cried and I
could tell she was heartbroken. She didn’t seem like a troublemaker, good
grades, well behaved with a promising academic career ahead of her. Lauren
could be anything she wanted; she had the brains, the looks and the will.
In the grand scheme of things this was just something stupid young girls
do when they baby sit on a Saturday night. Personally, I held nothing
against her.
I returned home to find Jenny upstairs, a stack of porn magazines out on
the bed. “She rifled through our porn drawer and I think my vibrator has
been slightly used”
It was 1:30 Sunday morning and I was too tired to talk about it. I calmed
Jenny down and finally got her to bed and crashed myself. We slept in.
We got up at 11ish and got the kids over to their grandmother’s house by
noon. Grammy always reserved Sunday afternoons for her grandkids and Jenny
and I always used the time alone to do as we pleased. While Jenny did
laundry, I looked forward to an afternoon of football. The Cowboys kicked
off at 1 o’clock and I was busy watching John Madden run off at the mouth
during the pre-game show.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. Jenny got to the door first and found Lauren,
blonde-pigtails, freckles and all, standing on the other side. “Can I talk
to you?” she asked. Jenny reluctantly agreed. I went back to John Madden
and his “fast actin’ Tinactin.”
Jenny took Lauren to her room and I assumed they were talking.
It usually takes a lot to pull me away from a game but, just about the
time the first pass was thrown, I heard an unusual noise. It sounded like
a stifled scream. For a second I thought Jenny was killing Lauren. I
jumped up and ran to our room. What I found there was incredibly shocking.
My wife was laying spread eagle on the bed, naked as the day she was born,
with our babysitter’s face buried deep into her lap. It took a second for
Jenny to notice me but when she did I asked her what the hell she thought
she was doing.
Jenny stood up. “Can you believe this little shit asked me if there was
anything she could do to make up for last night so I wouldn’t tell her
mother?”
“Jenny, the girl is eighteen years old!”
Lauren was still fully clothed, on her knees and shame faced. Her eyes
hardly met mine. “Its okay, Mr. Brendon, I’ll do anything if you don’t
tell my mother.”
I looked at Jenny, my eyes widened and my mouth half opened. Jenny stood
Lauren up and embraced her, her hands groping the teenager all over. My
wife was a pro at getting peoples clothes off with little to no
cooperation from the victim (why do you think I married her?). And within
the course of a minute two naked women were standing before me. I have to
admit, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. My wife was
gorgeous anyway, perky breasts, broad shoulders, round hips and clean
shaven between her legs, pressed firmly against Lauren’s milky-white
frame. I had never been aroused by young girls, but Lauren was hot. She
stood a few inches shorter than Jenny, her shoulders just as broad. Her
tits were firm and freckled. Her waist was narrow and she still had a
little baby fat where I was sure, one day, round, toned hips would be.
Stealing a young girl’s innocence was never on my list of things to do
before I died, but Jenny, obviously, felt otherwise. She was taking
Lauren’s purity in bags. And I was gettin’ wood watching.
Jenny sat on the edge of the bed and laid back. Lauren dutifully got on
her knees and picked up where she left off. I was totally unsure what to
do with this; I turned to leave the room when Jenny barked at me to stay.
“She’s gonna’ suck your dick here in a minute!”
Of course I stayed, wouldn’t you?
Lauren was really inexperienced, I could tell, but that made no matter to
Jenny. She verbally directed the girl on the finer points of cunnilingus.
Within minutes Lauren slurped her way to Jenny’s first orgasm of the day.
I wasn’t sure that the teenager was enjoying it, bit this was way to
freaky. I like freaky and I was about to blow a wad in my pants. Jenny
found her way to my jeans; she unfastened them and pulled my erect cock
out.
“You need to make this up to Matt too!” Jenny told Lauren. The teenaged
girl turned to me. The sight of my slightly-larger-than-average penis
startled her.
“I’ve never done that before,” Lauren said.
“Good!” Jenny retorted.
“I don’t think I can.”
“Yes. You can!” Jenny began to softly stroke me.
“No, I shouldn’t.”
Jenny grabbed a pig tail and pulled Lauren over to me. She shoved her face
to my cock. “You shouldn’t have been in my room last night, either.”
“Mrs. Brendon…” Lauren started to say.
“Suck it!”
“No, please?”
“Do I have to call your mother?”
Lauren looked up at me, her eyes pleading. I was torn; I really wanted to
feel her young mouth on my cock, but not necessarily this way. I started
to say something but the young girl spoke first. “Mrs. Brendon, I’m a
virgin!”
“Not after today!” With that Jenny forced her to put her mouth on my cock.
“Suck that dick!”
Lauren was unsure of what to do with the dick that filed her mouth. She
looked up at me. I was powerless to help. She began to suck. Her mouth was
warm and inexperienced, her teeth scr*ped me. Jenny was on top of it.
“Watch your teeth, you stupid girl!”
Lauren sucked slowly, gently. “Suck it all!” Jenny demanded as she grabbed
a handful of her hair and forced her to suck my entire length. “And watch
those teeth!”
Watching my wife force her to blow me was incredible. I wasn’t sure what
was turning me on more, watching her do it or watching my wife to force
her to do it. For a good few minutes this girl blew me, in and out. It was
like I had nestled my cock deep into a slice of heaven, soft, warm and wet
heaven. Lauren was reluctant for quite a awhile. I told Jenny that I was
about to blow in this girl’s mouth so she pulled her off and put her own
mouth on me. My god, I blew like a volcano. Jenny drank it all down.
Lauren was mortified at the sight of this.
As I took a few minutes to recover, Jenny wrestled the pigtailed teenager
to the bed and licked her innocent body all over. She sucked the girl’s
nipples, before she rolled her over and licked her heart-shaped ass.
Lauren was powerless but to let it happen. The poor girl was being
devoured by my wife. But it got me wood a second time.
Lauren yelped and writhed in our bed. She tried to wrestle away from my
wife but Jenny was so fast and furious she had to eat the girl up before
she escaped. Jenny firmly planted her mouth in between Lauren’s boney legs
and sucked, nibbled and licked that untouched pussy. Jenny, on her knees
at this point, stuck her delicious ass in the air and demanded I fuck her.
I obliged.
I fucked my wife unlike I had ever fucked her before. The sound of her
muffled screams was turning me bug-fuck as Lauren rolled her eyes in her
head and screamed. I could tell the girl was torn, she enjoyed my wife’s
tongue (I know, huh?) but she still didn’t like being violated.
I blew a second time, filling my wife’s taught little pussy with white-hot
cum. It was intense.
Amazingly enough I never lost my erection (I usually do). Jenny got out of
the way and told me to straddle Lauren. Of course she protested.
“No, Mrs. Brendon, no!” Lauren sat straight up, her palms extended out. “I
don’t want him to!”
“Would you rather I called your mother?” Jenny was relentless.
“No!”
“Then my husband is going to stick his hard cock inside that little
pussy!”
“But, I’m a virgin!”
Jenny motioned and I followed. I slid myself in.
“Oh. god, no!”
I was slow, methodical at first as Lauren protested. Jenny got on top of
the girl and held her to the bed. I pumped faster and harder. Lauren
moaned loudly in rhythm to my thrusts. I had already cum twice and I was
ready for the long haul. I determined to fuck her until the cows came
home.
All of a sudden Lauren let out a high pitched scream. This brought
everything to a screeching halt. My wife sat up on top of the girl. We
were taking advantage of her, but we didn’t want to seriously hurt her.
“What’s wrong?” Jenny demanded.
Lauren’s eyes were wide. “I don’t know I exploded!”
Jenny turned to me; our eyes met in concern.
“It felt funny.”
We turned back to Lauren. Her face registered an entirely different
expression.
“Funny, how?” I asked.
“Matt,” Jenny said to me. “I think she just had her first orgasm.”
Jenny turned me over and laid me on the bed. Without being prodded, Lauren
straddled me. I slid myself in again and the teenage former virgin bounced
up and down on my lap.
“Good, girl!” Jenny said. “You do like that, don’t you?”
“Yesss!”
My cock had never been happier. Lauren rode me with a new fervor and
intensity.
Jenny stroked her body as she said, “you wanna’ feel that again don’t
you?”
“Oh, yes!”
Jenny instructed her pupil on how to gloriously fuck her own husband. They
kissed and played as Lauren bounced up and down on my lap. After several
minutes I could tell that the pigtailed wonder was about to climax again.
And I was about to do the same. I told my wife that she had better get the
girl off of me but Lauren refused. Her moans crescendoed to high pitch
screams. She was cumming.
“That’s it, baby,” my wife told me. “fuck her, fuck that naughty girl!”
“Yes, fuck me,” Lauren screamed, “I want to cum!”
The room was filled with the sounds of cheap, meaningless sex. The shrills
of three people filled my own ears.
“Oh my god!” I exclaimed.
“I wanna’ cum, I wanna” cum!” Lauren kept repeating.
“Fuck her hard, baby!” My wife demanded.
And we both came, I in her and Lauren on me. But the girl kept going,
“again!” she screamed as she gasped for air. She bounced harder and harder
as I prayed that my dick could remain for the task. Luckily I was barely
able to and the girl went off again. “More!” Lauren demanded. But Jenny
stopped her. “Whoa! Don’t kill yourself!”
Lauren fell over in a heap, her chest heaving for air.
An hour later, everyone was calm and the women were rubbing and touching
each other as the three of us cuddled.
“You’re not going to tell my mom, are you?” Lauren sheepishly asked. “I’ll
do anything if you just don’t tell my mom!”
Jenny kissed her mouth then said, “You will huh? Then come over next
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