I summoned Tiffany to come closer, so she knelt by my side and watched as I fucked her boyfriend, riding on top of him as he reached up to play with my breasts. He seemed fascinated by them, no doubt they were the biggest he had seen, let alone played with. I rode him harder, bouncing up and down on his cock as we both panted energetically. Tiffany, feeling a little left out, climbed on top of his face so he could eat her pussy. Straight away he wrapped his tongue around her clitoris and began to pleasure her as I had shown him. Her ecstatic groaning began again, as did mine. It was one of the most perfect cocks I had ever had inside me, and he was probably the youngest guy I’d fucked in a long time. His washboard stomach and sweaty, tanned skin was driving me overboard, making me thrust harder and faster. He too, underneath his girlfriend’s delicious pussy, was moaning like crazy, and as I built to an orgasm I heard him giving out his muffled climactic cries. I felt his cock expand inside me as he pumped his thick, hot cum in to my dripping wet pussy, which tipped me over the edge. I screamed out at the top of my voice, feeling his semen shooting all over the walls of my vagina, and tried to contain my wildly flailing thighs as my hips wantonly convulsed at his sides. Tiffany giggled as I came, climbing off of his face and making her way over to hold me steady. I had gone dizzy, the orgasm was so intense.
The three of us collapsed on to the bed and chuckled to each other. I tried to continue the pretence that I was purely teaching them how to fuck, but they knew I was really just there to enjoy some hot, hard sex. That said, I still had a lot more to show them, the next time he was over at the house.
Banging the Babysitter Hard
I’ve been having a hard time of late. About a year ago I found out that my wife had been having an affair of several years with her boss, who himself was married to a lovely woman. The betrayal had torn my life apart, not only because of my deep love for my wife, but also because we are the proud parents of a young daughter, Emily. When I discovered her infidelity, I was outraged and threw her out of the house immediately. I couldn’t believe that it had been going on under my nose for so long without me even having the slightest idea. Luckily, the house belonged to me, and as she was the one responsible for the break up, the divorce proceedings were crushingly in my favour. She was granted visiting rights, but custody was to remain with myself – something that I was extremely happy about. Emily didn’t have a clue what was happening as she was just a toddler, and after a few weeks of settling into our new schedule, it was as if nothing had changed at all. As I often have to work late, I hired a babysitter to come over at certain times of the week and look after her until I returned home. Her name was Andrea, and she was a petite blonde who was working through college. She had stayed with her parents while she attended university, and had taken the job as babysitter to help pay her way. She was a lovely young girl, all bright smiles and courteous attitude. The job was ideal for her as it allowed her time to study while Emily watched her cartoons and tucked into her dinner.
Everything was starting to get into a nice routine as my daughter took to our new helper very well, almost looking to her as an older sister. The odd look at Andrea’s ass in those tight jeans she wore was more than enough to wash away the foul aftertaste of my marriage, and I’ll admit that I fantasised about her frequently. She featured prominently in my dreams as well, often performing the kind of acts that I hadn’t even suggested with my own wife during our decade of wedlock. The arrangement we had was that I would pay for a taxi to take her home at the end of each night, after saying goodbye to Emily. We would wave her off and then go about our lives for the rest of the evening. One night, however, I returned home to find Andrea in a somewhat jittery state. She wouldn’t tell me what was wrong, and in fact I didn’t get the feeling that there was something amiss. She seemed nervously excited about something, but I assumed it must have been a private matter. I relented, even though my curiosity was piqued, and as she walked down the garden path towards the gate, she caught me staring at her firm ass cheeks. I averted my gaze with professional speed and skill, but she had obviously noticed. I caught a faint glimpse of her smile as she disappeared into the taxi and drove off down the road.
The rest of the night was uneventful; I watched some god-awful kids’ programmes on TV with Emily, and then tucked her in to bed. There was nothing else to watch so I retreated to my bedroom with the intention of finishing the book I had been reading. I got ready for bed, brushed my teeth and then climbed under the covers. When I reached over to my bedside cabinet, however, I noticed that sitting next to my book and propped up against the lamp stand, there was a dark pink envelope with beautiful calligraphic handwriting on the back which read “Mr. Jones”. That was me, by the way. I picked it up, realising it could have only come from one person, and peeled the flap open as I held it up loosely in the air. Some photographs slipped out from the clutches of the paper folds and landed softly in the palm of my hand. A chill of anxious arousal rushed through my body as I saw what the snaps depicted. Andrea had left me a few pictures of her in a somewhat more undressed state than I was used to seeing her in. In the first photo she was posing in the bathroom mirror with her top pulled up so I could see her bra. In the next, her top was removed completely as she pulled at the straps of her bra. The next one sent the blood rushing to my cock as I started to jerk off. The left cup of her bra was pulled down by her finger, revealing her perky little nipple as it peeked over the top. In every photo she was smiling or biting her bottom lip suggestively, holding the camera up to the mirror as she revealed more and more flesh. In the next photo she was completely topless, but had her forearm squashed up to her breasts to hide her nipples. The final photo was yet more revealing, with her jeans down to her ankles she posed again with her arm over her chest, and her other hand reaching down to her panties, splitting her fore and middle fingers apart just above her pussy. I tapped the envelope hopelessly trying to dislodge some imaginary extra photos from its grasp, but there was nothing else inside. I looked over the photos again to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, all the while getting hornier and hornier as I masturbated my thick, hard cock.
She wasn’t scheduled to come round for another two days as my wife had visiting rights the next few nights. The wait was unbearable as I constantly churned over in my mind what I would say or do the next time I saw her. When the night finally arrived, I hurried back and walked in as she was preparing to leave. I greeted her in the normal fashion, although I’m sure she could sense how excited I was to see her. Still, she seemed almost stoic, as if she had no memory of leaving me my little present. Confused, I let it go, presuming that she regretted the whole affair and wanted to pretend it never happened. I was happy enough, having got to see as much as I had, but I was a little disappointed. Regardless, she left and I spent the night with Emily, helping her to colour in her activity book. Once she was asleep I went into the master bedroom, and as the door swung open I was immediately struck by the presence of another colourful envelope on my bedside table. Once again my heart began to thump as I made my way over, picking up the envelope and tearing the flap open. I held it up, allowing the contents to fall out onto the bed. A collection of photos tumbled onto the duvet, as well as a small black object with gold markings.
My attention was immediately drawn to the picture that rested on the top of the scattered pile. It showed Andrea lying on my bed, one arm draped over head on the pillow, the other raised in the air holding the camera. Her breasts were just visible at the bottom of the picture. Within seconds my cock started to firm up, and as I looked through the photos I started to jerk off again. I had seen more than my fair share of porn in my time, but seeing such filthy pictures of someone I knew and lusted after was making me extra hard. Each piece of glossy photo card depicted something more explicit, as she masturbated on my bed. The arm that was over her head came down to squeeze her breasts in one photo, and then in another it descended further towards her crotch as she touched herself through her white cotton panties. Even on the small prints I
could clearly see a small wet patch in the soft material. In the last of the photos she had pulled her panties to one side, revealing her sweet, hairless pussy as she slid her tiny finger inside. I looked over to the centre of the bed and saw the indentation created by her body. How I wished she was still lying there with her legs spread open, fingering her wet snatch.
My eyes were drawn to the small piece of black plastic that had fallen out with the photos. I picked it up in between my fingers and realised that it was an SD card. My cock became even harder as I started to wonder about what dirty delights it might contain. I grabbed my laptop from the side of the bed and placed it on the duvet next to me as I climbed on. The boot-up seemed to take years as I waited impatiently for it to become usable. Finally the desktop appeared and I popped the SD card into the reader slot on my laptop. A new hard disk icon appeared in my computer devices screen, and I clicked on it immediately. It opened, sprawling forth a list of image files, and then at the bottom, some videos. With my cock freed from my trousers, I started to jerk off as I cycled through the photos. They were even more explicit than the printed ones, showing her removing her panties and inserting two fingers into her pussy. As I went further down the list she rolled on to her side, with her knickers down and the camera resting on the bed, she placed her free hand behind her back and massaged her little anus. The final photo showed her finger buried an inch or two inside her ass hole.
I was almost ready to cum already, but then I clicked on the first video. It picked up where the photos left off, with her lying on my bed and fingering both of her tight holes. The sound of her moaning filled the room, and mixed with the light squelching sound as her fingers penetrated her wet pussy just inches away from the camera lens. In the next video she held a vibrator between her legs. It was of the rabbit variety, with a large clitoral stimulator that smacked her clit from side to side with its ears. She arched her back up as she masturbated herself to a whimpering orgasm with it. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and there was still one video left to watch. I clicked on it and it started to play. For the first few seconds the video was blank, with just a blank screen. Then, however, I realised she had saved the best present until last. In the video, she held up her panties in front of the camera and walked over to my bedside cabinet, pulling the top drawer open as she placed them inside. The video ended, and I quickly opened the drawer to find her used panties lying there, ready for me. I picked them up and pressed them to my nose, smelling her sweet perfume and the faint trace of stale urine around the part that would have been next to her pussy. Suffice to say, I blew my load within seconds.
The next day was a Saturday, and so Andrea was not scheduled to come round. I took Emily to the zoo, and then to the beach for a little while as she marvelled at the tide coming in and the Donkeys trotting up and down the sandy beach. By the time we arrived home she was exhausted, and as soon as she had eaten her dinner, I tucked her in to bed for the night. I sat watching TV for a little while, drinking a rare bottle of beer and relaxing after the tiring day of fun we’d had. Suddenly, I heard a knock at the front door, and I cautiously made my way over to the curtain to see who it was. I pushed the material to the side and saw Andrea standing on the porch, dressed in a tight fitting vest top and very small denim shorts, which were cut off just below the ass cheeks. I opened the door and straight away she smiled, scanning my reaction. It was obvious why she was there, and I didn’t even pretend to be confused by her presence. I simply opened the door wide and looked down my garden path, checking for spies while she sauntered inside.
“Can I get you anything?” I asked, unsure how to proceed. She knew exactly what she wanted though, and turned to face me, stepping closer until her face was just inches from my chest. She raised her hands up to my stomach and ran her fingers in between the contours of my muscles.
“I think you know what I want...” she said, gently digging her nails into my skin. I caught the scent of her perfume rising up with the warmth from her body, turning me into putty in her hands. She looked up at me while her fingers crawled down to my crotch. My cock was growing firmer with every tap of her fingertips against my body, and as she reached my fly she started to grip the bulge in the denim of my jeans. She smiled and moistened her lips seductively, and I leaned down to kiss her. As our lips met she unbuttoned my fly, allowing my jeans to fall to the floor while she played with my cock through my boxer shorts. I kissed her amazing, silky lips and felt her warm breath on my face while she made the most incredible sexy moaning sounds. I ran my hands behind her back, holding one over her bra strap and the over down by her ass. I squeezed her cheeks, instantly sending a rush of blood to my cock, which she continued to knead in her fingers. Her round, perky ass was so tight and firm in my hand, and her breasts were pressed up against me. She pulled my boxers down, allowing my throbbing cock to stand erect between our bodies. I placed my other hand under her ass and lifted her whole body up so that her face was level with mine. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around my waist and draped her arms around my neck. We kissed again while I groped her ass with my left hand, and raised my right hand to play with her breasts. Her cleavage wobbled as I cupped my hand around and squeezed them through her bra.
I walked over to the couch and sat down with her perched on my lap, her legs parted at the sides of my bare legs. Without hesitation she reached down and gripped my cock, stroking it and rolling my foreskin over the head while my pre-cum oozed from the tip. Her eyes were filled with burning lust, and a moment later she climbed down from my lap and knelt between my legs. With my cock in her hand she wrapped her lips around the head, jerking it as she began to suck firmly. Her saliva dripped down the sides of my immense, throbbing shaft while she applied pressure with her tongue, playing with my balls in her free hand. She seemed worryingly knowledgeable in her precise timing and rhythm, and was enjoying the feel of my dick in my mouth almost as much as I was. She stopped for a moment and pulled her pink vest top over her head, and then without pausing for a moment she unhooked her bra and slipped the straps down her arms and onto the floor. Her perfect breasts jiggled around as the cups fell away from her body, and then she stood up and unzipped her denim shorts. They dropped to the floor with a light thud, revealing her sexy little black thong. She mounted my lap again, spreading her legs wide open with her knees at my side while she positioned herself over my rock hard penis.
I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling every pore of her soft, velvety skin and nestling my face in between her breasts while she pushed her thong to one side. I slipped a finger underneath her crotch and felt her moist pussy lips, but she pushed my arm aside and then lowered herself down onto my cock. She was insanely horny, and as my dick slid between her tight labia she let out a continuous stream of filthy sex groans. She bounced up and down, sliding my cock in and out of her dripping wet pussy as her breasts shook violently in my face. I raised my hand up and cupped them so that I could suck on her nipples. I covered them in spit and circled my thumbs over them while she rode on top of me, her hair flying wildly in the air around her head. I pulled my shirt over my head, and she leaned back a little so I could see her clitoral hood stretching around my thick cock as it slid inside her. With each horny bounce she buried it deeper and deeper inside her, until her moist labia was enclosed around the base of my cock. She bound forward and started to kiss my neck, whispering dirty thoughts into my ear in between her breathless panting.
She twisted around and started to ride me reverse cowgirl style, still with her thong wrapped around her ass. I pushed it aside even further and ran my middle finger down her ass crack, pushing and prodding the tip over her delicious little anus while she bobbed wantonly up and down on my lap. She giggled as she felt my wandering finger, and then fell back against my chest, forcing me to remove my hand from behind her. Instead, I could now fondle her breasts some more, and as she writhed on top of my, I slipped on hand down to her pussy and groped her tits with the other. I circled my finger around her clito
ris, feeling it expand as my cock entered her vagina repeatedly. Her moaning was becoming even louder and her thrusting even more out of control. I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her into the air, placing her down in front of the couch while I slipped her thong off. Then, she knelt on the cushions with her ass sticking out in front of me, inviting me to fuck her from behind. Before I penetrated her again, I had to taste her first. I crouched down behind her and started to lick all around her soaking wet vulva, spreading her lips apart with my thumbs to expose the delicate pink flesh within. I slid my tongue deep inside her young vaginal cavity, wondering if it had ever been penetrated before, while I massaged her clitoris with my thumb. I pulled my mouth away, but there was one last thing I just had to do. Ever since I had seen the photos of her fingering her ass hole I had wanted to feel that tight rim on my tongue, and now I had my chance. I extended my tongue and ran it around her anus, spreading her cheeks wide open with my hands while I licked passionately at her ass.
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