Debbie, our babysitter for the last two years, blushed scarlet and averted her gaze. Granted, Michael was looking just fantastic tonight, flashing his white teeth and dark eyes in a grin that lit his face with burning sexual desire. That probably had something to do with me saying what I’d said. That, on top of the fact that we'd been teasing each other about her crush on him for months, plus the fact that we'd been bantering sexually all night at dinner. And I'd gone without panties. I was charged up and ready, and my pussy was doing the talking.
I stepped up to her boldly, closing the space and standing inappropriately near her, my breasts brushing against her upper arm. I whispered into her ear through her sandy blonde hair.
"He's as good as you dream, you know," I hissed. I was standing close enough to feel her slight tremble. She tried to step back but she was against the wall. I stepped with her, pressing her flat against it, my breasts against hers. Fuck, I need hot, crazy sex, and I am gonna get it from her AND my husband. "You want a closer look at him?" I put my lips to her ear and flicked the inside with the tip of my tongue. She whimpered.
I reached out my hand to Michael and he took it, and I pulled him to us. Releasing his hand, I slid mine to his ass and pulled him into us, pressing his body against hers. "Is that what you want, Debbie? You want my man? Want to see him up close?"
Michael, bless him, knew what I was about. We'd played out the scene so many times in bed. He leaned his torso into her, towering over her small frame. She put her dainty manicured hands up at his chest but didn't push back. Slowly she lifted her face to his, and Michael glared down at her.
"You think I haven't noticed, Debbie?" he growled, low in his chest. "The way you look at me? The way you want me?" She inhaled sharply and he kept it up. "You think I don't feel the same?" She looked to me for help, confused and nervous. "Don't look to Monica. She won't rescue you." He leaned into her other ear while I kissed the lobe on my side, nibbling with my lips. "She wants you, too!"
The girl practically melted for us. If we hadn't had her sandwiched between us I think she'd have dissolved into a liquid pool. Oh, I thought, this is going to be perfect!
I reached down to the front of Michael's pants and fondled his growing bulge. I'd had him hard off and on all night. My fingers found his zipper and slowly worked it down. Sliding my hand inside the fly, I snarled into Debbie's ear, rubbing my tits on her arm.
"You want to see, Debbie? You wanna see what my man has, what he fucks me with?" Inside, I wrapped my fingers around his rapidly filling shaft. I pulled, worked the head out, and pulled him free, holding his cock in my grasp. With my other hand I pushed her head down.
She gasped.
"There, is that what you want? Does young Debbie want that big man’s cock?" Fuck, this is the dirtiest thing i’ve ever done! I waggled it up at her. Michael was fully hard now, exposed and rigid for our little babysitter. "Look at it Debbie. Tell him. Tell him you love his cock. Tell him how much you want it."
She turned to me, eyes wide and dark and wet, and bit her lip.
"Yes, I want it," she whispered.
I leaned into her, kissed her hard. Her lips were soft and full and they parted as I slipped my tongue into her mouth, and then her hands were on me, gripping my waist as I stroked Michael with one hand and held the back of her head with the other. I felt her tongue against mine, timid and soft, and I shoved mine deeper into her mouth. I slipped my hand from Michael’s shaft and grabbed her wrist, pulled it off my hip, guiding it to Michael’s crotch. My fingers twined into hers, the back of her hand in my palm as I wrapped us around the throbbing flesh. She sighed into my mouth and I pulled back from the kiss.
"Tell him," I said, low and slow.
She turned, looked up at Michael. "Please, I... I want your cock," she told him.
His face broke into a devious grin and she cowered under his gaze, but didn't look away. I felt her hand under mine, squeezing him, taking his measure. Hefting the weight.
"On your knees, Debbie," Michael told her. Now it was my turn to tremble. So many times we'd teased each other about this, and now I was holding one of her hands while she held his cock with the other and sinking to her knees against the den wall, looking up at Michael so innocently and flushed with desire. She kept her eyes on his until her chin bumped his cockhead.
And then she stared at it, up close and personal. I scrambled to my knees next to her, wanting to share in her moment.
"It's lovely, isn't it, Debbie?" I whispered to her, wrapping my arm around her waist. "Give it a kiss, sweetie, go ahead." I held my breath as she pursed her lips and met his glistening plum, smearing the drop of pre-cum. When she pulled back the drop coated her lips and stretched between them. I squeezed her.
"Do it, Debbie." I kissed her cheek. Her lips parted and she moved her head forward, letting the tip inside. She inhaled slowly and opened wider, taking the whole fat spongy head inside her mouth. Her eyes closed in reverence and wonder.
I felt a chill run through me unbidden, as the pretty blonde girl sucked delicately at the flesh, her cheeks caving in as she drew him inside. I stroked her back, played with her hair, and touched her face. My fingertips trailed along the meeting of her lips and shaft. She pulled back, licked his length and swirled her tongue around the head.
"There's a good girl," I cooed, "love his cock, baby, I know you want to." I brushed her hair behind her shoulder and kissed the tender skin of her neck, below the ear. I wrapped my fingers in the hair behind her head as I trailed kisses up her neck, breathing hotly into her ear. "Suck his beautiful cock, Debbie."
She opened, took him inside and I pushed her head firmly. She resisted a little as her head moved towards Michael, who pressed forward to meet my pushing hand, as though a choreographed dance. Debbie's eyes sprung open wide as she felt the head push against the back of her mouth.
"Shhh, let it in, baby, it's okay," I urged, and she gagged a little but allowed us to push her onto him. I watched as Michael’s cock disappeared into her mouth, heard her whimper, watched her neck bulge as the head pushed into her throat. My breath quickened as hers blew out through her nose. I reached to her chest and cupped a breast, squeezing and kneading it. Small and firm, a little bigger than a tennis ball. She coughed and a line of drool ran down from her open mouth and hung off her chin in a delightful display of wanton desire and surrender. I shuffled on my knees, moving my body against her, one hand on her head and the other fondling her young breast. I moved my legs apart, my skirt hiking up as I pressed my pulsing wet cunt against her hip.
Ah, contact!
Michael pulled back and I watched his spit-slicked shaft emerge, glistening and gorgeous, a monument to desire. A thick strand of saliva stretched between his balls and her chin. And then I was kissing her again, her lips wet and puffy from sucking cock, and my tongue delved deep inside her mouth, meeting hers, her mouth open wide to accept me. I slid my hand down her belly to the crotch of her jeans and rubbed her mound, feeling the moist heat emanating from her. I scraped a single fingernail along the seam, teasing her through the heavy fabric, hearing her moan into my kiss.
Damn, I was hot for her!
Michael and I had been dreaming of this day for weeks, from the first time I'd mentioned her sweet little sexy body while riding his cock. His eyes had opened wide, dumbstruck. We'd talked dirty about her all through that fuck, and almost constantly since then. The idea of us having her, seducing her, had been on my mind almost incessantly, and today as we'd gone out, it was the thought of her that made me leave my panties off. I'd known before she'd arrived that tonight would be the night.
Her nubile young body squirmed as my fingernail made several slow courses across her pussy through the denim crotch. I broke the kiss and stared into her face. Her pupils were wide and dark, her eyes glistening, lips wet and slightly parted. Michael, my wonderful, sexy, hung husband, had taken the moment as we'd kissed to strip his pants off, and he reached for her head, turning her face to him and shifting forward, cock raised. He rested his thick shaft alongside her nose and pressed his big shaved balls to her mouth. I panted at the sight as her tongue slipped out, dividing his ball sack, the heavy globes shifting as her tongue pushed between them. Her neck elongated as she traversed the underside of his stiff rod, from balls to tip.
"Yes, you've been dreaming of this, haven't you, Debbie?" I cooed into her ear. I lowered my voice to a whisper and confided in her. "So have we, baby. You’re so sexy, Debbie, so gorgeous and sexy." I trailed the tip of my tongue inside her ear as she sucked one of Michael’s balls into her hungry mouth. "We both want you," I hissed.
She looked at me from the corner of her eye, a hint of wariness on her face. My hand cupped her mound, the heel pressing her clit firmly, and she moaned. "That’s right, baby, me too."
Her eyelids flickered and her whites showed as her eyes rolled back, her cheeks sinking in as she sucked the fat testicle. I pulled my hand away, grabbed her purse from the floor where she'd dropped it, and dug her phone out. I pulled her off my husband’s balls, watching one pop from her lips, wet and shiny.
"Call home," I told her, "tell them you'll be late, that we were delayed, we’re running late and you’ll will be home later," I directed. Then I smiled and added, "Let them know you might stay here, sleep over, that we said it was okay."
She whimpered.
As she punched the buttons, I sucked Michael's cock, wet with her saliva and relishing the idea that my mouth was where hers had just been. He stripped off his shirt and shoes and stood naked now, in all his masculine glory, his flat stomach, his hairy chest and broad shoulders. As I sucked his fat cockhead and listened to Debbie calling home, I extended a hand to her chest, slipping it inside her blouse, inside her bra, cupping her warm handful and gently kneading, feeling her erect nipple pressing into my palm. Fuck, I want that little nub in my mouth! I knew she was watching me suck, watching me enjoy and wanting to have another turn.
Soon, I thought.
When she said goodbye she put the phone away and I pulled off my husband’s slick shaft. I helped her to her feet and the three of us made it to the bedroom. She looked so timid and overwhelmed as I laid her on her back on the bed. She looked at me with frightened, wild eyes as I unbuttoned her shirt. Her white lace bra came into view, looking so delectable, offering me her breasts. I sucked in a breath. She turned away, looking past me, biting her lip. I smiled at her. I knew Michael was opening her jeans.
"Hush, baby," I soothed, undoing the front clasp and lowering my head as the cups fell away. "Just enjoy." Her breasts were luscious little mounds of pure white flesh tipped by hard pink nipples. I trailed my tongue up the underside of one while my fingers found the opposite nipple and pinched, feeling the firm rubbery nub give and resist. My lips descended on its twin and I felt her shift as Michael pulled her jeans down her legs.
The firm fleshy nub felt so perfect in my mouth and I swooned a little, finally feeling what I'd desired for so long. My pussy gushed in response, releasing my juices as I knelt over her, sucking and pulling her pink buds, her tiny squeals sending electrical charges through me. I felt her knees pressed up against my side and I looked up at her, nipple held between my teeth. I knew it was Michael, behind me, opening her legs wide, and I wanted to see her face as it happened.
I wasn't disappointed. Beautiful innocent Debbie gaped at me, her eyebrows lifting, her mouth dropping open in surprise, wonder and eager anticipation.
She probably thought he she was getting the cock right away. Not so fast, my sweet little girl! I watched her face as she watched him over my shoulder, seeing his smiling face in her expression as he lowered his head between her legs.
She let out a little squeal before closing her eyes and throwing her head back. I knew Michael had his tongue inside her and she was delighting in his work. Seeing her enjoy the sensations flooding her, I made my move. I released her tiny pink bud, hiked up my skirt and knelt upright, throwing a leg over her chest, my back to my husband. I poised there, my wet pussy open and dripping just inches from her chin, and waited until she opened her eyes. I wanted her to see me, see my cunt waiting for her.
I wanted to see her want it.
It took only a few seconds before she opened her eyes, crying out as my husband flicked her clit. She gasped and her lids flew open. I think she was expecting to see the top of his head between her legs, but all she saw was my aching, open slit, inches from her.
"But," she managed to squeak, "but I thought..."
"Oh, no, sweetie," I assured her, lowering my hips. "We both want you. You want me, too," I assured her as I lowered my cunt closer to her face. Her expression was uncertain, but flashes of desire crossed her face as Michael continued his oral work on her. I wanted her to do the same to me, but as much as I wanted to shove myself in her face and make her do it, I waited. Waited for her to want to do it. I looked down at her, my eyes pleading, my brain urging silently.
So slowly, her lips parted and she lifted her mouth to me, placing a small, hesitant kiss on my pussy lips.
