From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Babysitter (MFF, threesome)
Date: 8 Jul 1996 21:41:04 GMT

			    The Babysitter
				  by
			     Ridge Diver

	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 doorframe, 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.

	After dinner the clamor for a seance renewed, and of course in
the lips? Or merely lamplight...