Dog Star's

 

Linnie

 

 

Chapter 1

 

“You’re incorrigible, dear!” my husband teased me when I made a comment about our latest babysitter.

“You don’t think she looks hot?” I challenged.

“Karen, it’s her youth that will get us in trouble, not her looks.”

“But think what her looks WILL get us.”

Joe grudgingly admitted I was right.  Linnie, which was what everyone called Lynnette, was a dark, slightly chubby, gorgeous brunette with a great ass and what looked to be the makings of D-cup breasts some day.  Remarkably, she was only fourteen.  I had fantasy visions of sucking on her nipples as well as other body parts, while I was sure Joe longed for her cherry.

Even if he didn’t realize it, soon after the first evening that Linnie babysat for us Joe began grooming the girl.  My hubby was a great looking man, so most girls were naturally attracted to him.  Of course we had no idea what her sexual history was or whether she was still a virgin, but she seemed shy and naïve enough that we made the commitment.  Before the second babysitting assignment, Joe left some porn DVDs out in the open near the TV.  They were typical “young girl loses her virginity” themes with good looking men deflowering girls with pigtails and fake braces to make them look younger than they were.

After Joe took her home, we saw that Linnie had taken the bait.  The DVD cases had at least been moved, so more than likely the movies had been watched too.

The next step in our effort was to ask Linnie to supervise Joey’s (our son, Joe Jr.) bath while we were out.  Joey was seven, and we never hid anything sexual from him.  He knew what his penis would be used for someday, besides pissing.  The following day, Joey was quick to tell us how Linnie had first stared at his dick, “accidently” touched it a couple of times, and then gasped as the little tentacle grew stiff in the bathtub.

“Looking good,” was Joe’s comment when he heard.

“Yes, but I want her first,” was mine.

Joey began asking when the next time would come for Linnie to babysit him.  I guess he was ready for more naked bath time, but I wouldn’t say anything to encourage my little man.  When I next asked Linnie to sit for us, I asked her if she liked the job.  She was effusive in her response that she liked us and Joey.  During this date, I switched out our ‘bait’ DVDs with some girl-girl ones, or rather movies that specialized in older women with younger girls (legal age, of course).

The following day, my son quickly and without any self-consciousness told me how cool it was that Linnie had showered at our house and invited him to join her when she caught him looking.  “She’s pretty.  It was cool to see her without clothes and to…ah…” he said.

“Did she touch you…or you touch her?”

He blushed, the little hellion.  “Maybe once or twice.  I got stiff.”

“I’m sure you did.”  I didn’t think boys his age could cum yet, but curiosity was still curiosity, and I guessed blood flow was still blood flow.  I left our conversation there, not asking any more questions.

A few weeks later Joe set things up.  One evening when I wasn’t “feeling well” Joe made arrangements to go out, asking Linnie to sit Joey even though I’d be home.  Linnie was a bit nervous having me there, but I set the ground rules for her to be comfortable and respond to my son’s needs and not mine.  Of course no bath or shower this time, so Joey went to bed unhappy.   Later, I told Linnie I was feeling better, so she and I watched television.  That’s when I brought up Joey and the DVDs.

“Joey told me, you know.”  She was mortified, and sputtered out excuses and rebuttals.  I shushed her and told her that I wasn’t angry, and that I understood her curiosity and burgeoning sexuality.  “When I was about your age I played with my little brother but didn’t go further because deep down I knew he was too young and it would mess him up.  That’s the only thing concerning me about Joey; that he’s too young to understand what’s going on.”  She muttered a string of apologies and I-won’t-do-it-agains.  That’s when I told her I was happy she watched the DVDs.   “I’m assuming you’ve never had sex and I know that at your age there’s a natural curiosity as to what it’s all about.  Did you enjoy them?”

Her blush was deep scarlet.  “They were…they weren’t what I expected…sex, I mean.”

“That’s understandable.  I’m sure you wonder what boys are all about, and what that thing in their pants will do, but I bet you’ve thought about girls too.”

She blushed again.  “Not like in those movies!”  Breathlessly, she said, “You guys are cool…having those movies, leaving them around you know, like out so I could watch them.  My mom would never have those movies, and she would kill me if I had them.”

“Joe and I are quite a bit more understanding of our sexual needs.  That’s why we don’t keep secrets from Joey.  He knows all about sex.”

“Wow,” she said in an exhale, “I still don’t.  Thank you Mrs. Johnson for being so open with me, I appreciate it a lot.”

“Please, call me Karen.  So, back to the movies; what did you think about this one?” I said as I picked up one of the DVD cases and showed it to her.  “It’s my favorite.”

She answered with another “Wow,” before saying, “You mean, like, you watch this, and like, you get excited, like horny?”

“Why else would I watch it over and over again?” I said with a grin.  “I take it the video aroused you?  That’s cool, or maybe I should say hot!”  She got my joke and chuckled.

“Yeah, I was hot…down there,” she said, giggling.

“Would you like to watch it again?  At least until Joe gets home.”

She blushed, but I bet she also creamed, and oh did I wish I could taste her!  “If you want to, Karen,” she said, in almost a whisper.

As I placed the disc in the player, I said, “It’ll be our little secret,” and winked.  I had no way of knowing if Joey was really asleep.  Maybe he was spying on us with a little boner, but what could I do about that?  The remote in hand, I jumped ahead to the second scene, which was my favorite.  The older woman looked a little like me, so that was the bonus I counted on.

It was a seduction scene; the older woman seducing the younger girl, eventually talking her out of her clothes. As is customary in lesbian porn, the young girl climaxed quickly—and loudly—when the woman performed cunnilingus on her shaven pussy.  Then the woman tutored her young partner in doing the same.  Linnie stared wide-eyed as the scene unfolded, scrunching her thighs together tightly at the moment the girl had her orgasm.

“I miss that so much!” I said, as my hand found its way into my pants, stroking—such is the power of this video.  I hoped it had the same power over Linnie.

“But you have your husband…if you, like, want sex.  Why do you miss it?” she asked, as the next scene began, a woman masturbating with a vibrator.

I feigned embarrassment.  “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I meant with another woman.”

“Really?”

“Ah, yes, there’s something special about sex between two women.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?  Is that why you’re showing me this?”

“No…yes…no…” I stammered, and then sighed heavily.  “You’re so beautiful…yes, I want to, but it’s not right.  You’re so young…I can’t…”

“You really think I’m beautiful?” she said, her face radiant.  “I’ll let you have sex with me, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want, but maybe you’re not ready; like I’m sure you don’t want your first time to be with an old lady like me.  I’m sure I don’t arouse you like these movies arouse you…or like you arouse me.”

“Arouse means horny?” she said questioningly.  “I think I’m…aroused.”

“Are you wet?” I asked.

She looked at me for a few seconds, as if trying to decipher what I meant until she got it, and slipped her hand into her pants.  Oh how I wished that was my hand!  She pulled her hand away in wonder, “I am wet!”

“We both need to do what she’s doing,” I said, pointing to the TV.  The vibrator was humming and the girl was cumming.

“Do you have one of those things?”

“Better, I have two or three,” I said, smiling.  I went to my bedroom and got a vibrator out of my ‘toy’ drawer.  The actress in the scene was cumming loudly when I got back, with Linnie staring at the TV screen.  “I’ll show you,” I said as I pulled off my pants and panties before switching the DVD back to the beginning of that scene.  I began working the vibrator over and around my aching clit.  I knew it wouldn’t take long, especially with her next to me.  True to my prediction, I watched Linnie watch me, and came with a stifled scream.  I hoped Joey didn’t hear that.

I told her she could try it if she wanted to.  She pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles and started mimicking my use of the vibrator on herself.  Her pudgy young vulva was beautiful.  She watched the video while I guided the vibrator in her hand to the right spot.

She yipped, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…” over and over again until her eyes rolled back a bit, her body quivered, and she groaned, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  I swear the girl squirted; the couch was soaked under her.

“That was quite an orgasm, young lady,” I said as she looked up at me with hooded, smiling eyes.

“Thank you for teaching me all this,” she said.

“You’re entirely welcome, beautiful.  It might not have been sex, but watching you like that did this old lady good.”

“You’re not an old lady.”  She snuck a look at my bare pussy and said, “You shave down there.  That’s cool!  You are very pretty.”

“Why, thank you very much,” I said.  “You know, if you don’t want to ask your mom about shaving yourself down there, feel free to give me a call and I can help you.  We’ll keep that a secret between us girls,” I added with a giggle.

I hoped the ‘secret’ part worked out or I would be in a heap of trouble.

Joe made sure he made a lot of noise in the garage before coming into the house, so we had plenty of time to put our pants back on.  My husband paid Linnie and took her home.  When he returned, I showed him the wet spot on the couch.  “She’s a gusher,” I said.  Joe was salivating.  I told him all about the evening, including the promise to help shave her pubic hair, which would be my opening gambit to do more.

Beyond my wildest dreams, Linnie called me the following weekend and wanted to know if my invitation was still good.  Joe took Joey off on some sort of adventure while I got things ready.  When Linnie arrived she was extremely nervous.  I gave her the option to back out, all the while hoping she didn’t. 

She didn’t.

I ushered her to the master bath.  “You know, this will go much easier if we do it in the shower.  That’s where I shave.”

“Both of us?” she muttered.

“That’s what I mean, but if you don’t want to, I’ll understand…maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“It is,” she said just above a whisper.  When she began to undress, it was me salivating.  I quickly got undressed too.

The girl was even more sexy naked than I imagined.  Her breasts were so pretty; firm as only young, still growing breasts tend to be.  I wanted to touch them, play with them so badly, but I waited.  The moment would come later.  For her part, she couldn’t take her eyes off mine.

I knew what she was thinking.  “Don’t worry,” I said, “yours will be bigger than mine some day.”

“How can you tell?”

“A woman can see such things,” I answered, still dying to touch her.  I turned on the shower spray and adjusted the temperature before we both got in.  “Let me wash you first,” I said as I picked up the soap and began to lather her tender body.  She shivered from my touch.  I shivered too!  I tamed my excited nerves enough to shave her, though it was hard to concentrate since her prominent clit peeked out at me, begging for my attention.

While I was finishing up, I said to her, “You can touch them if you’d like.  I think you want to.”

Her hand went tentatively to my breasts.  Because I was so aroused, they were very tender and my nipples were stiff and achy.  As she squeezed and massaged first one then the other, I couldn’t help but moan, “Oh, Linnie! That feels so good!”

“Really?” she said.  “Would you like to touch mine? …they’re not so big…like yours.”

“Don’t say that sweetheart, yours are beautiful, and best of all they’re still growing,” I said, extending my hands out to touch her small yet firm breasts.  Her nipples puckered and stiffened even more as I caressed them.  “Do you like that?” I asked.

“Y…Yes…” she whispered, before gazing into my eyes and asking, “Are we going to have sex?”

“Only if you want to, sweetheart.  I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything just because I want it.”

“You really want to, like, do it with me, like in the video?”

“Linnie, dear, I meant what I said last time.  You’re too beautiful not to desire.”

I saw that she was still torn between the natural, fearful reaction of most kids to their first time, and her clear arousal, spurred by the videos and our intimacy in the shower.  Trying not to be too eager, I guided her to my bedroom where we got onto the bed.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” I asked.

“You mean like with a boyfriend or something?  I guess not.”

“Let me show you how it’s done.”  My lips met hers as tenderly as I could do it.  I waited a few moments before working my tongue around her lips and urging them apart.  I made sure that as our lips came together our bodies did also.  As expected, it took a while for her nervousness to subside and her arousal to kick in, but when it did she proved to be a quick learner.  I was wet with anticipation.  Was she?

While our lips were still locked together, I moved her hand down from one of my breasts to my pussy.  She was startled by my immeasurable wetness and pulled away slightly before I managed to get her fingertips back there.  I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Remember what I said, I’m wet for you.”

“Do I feel like you do?” she said.  I sure was going to find out.  Now who was nervous?—I actually hesitated to touch her, even though I’d already touched her special pussy while I shaved her. 

She was so supremely wet I wondered if she’d just had a small orgasm.  That’s when I felt that pretty little clit pop out to meet my probing fingertips.

“Darling, you feel even better,” I eventually answered.  “Now I want to show you what sex is really like.  Remember what you saw on the DVD.”  I nestled between her thighs and went to work on her with my tongue.  Her initial nervousness translated into stiffness, but after a few licks of her amazing clit she loosened up and began to writhe and moan.

“It feels so good!” she crooned.

She’s only a girl, and her clit was like a miniature cock!  I sucked on it greedily until her moans grew very loud, her feet beat a tattoo on the bed, and a fine mist of sweet girl-juice sprayed out of her as she climaxed.  I sidled up beside her and held her tight as the last contractions of her orgasm finally subsided.  “How was that?” I asked.

Bathed in sweat, but with a smile on her face, she told me how great she felt.  “Mrs., ah, I mean, Karen, thank you so much for teaching me all this about sex.”

“Remember, this has to be our secret, right?”  She agreed.  I continued, “And remember that you’ve only learned part of the job so far.”  I must have looked horny enough, for she immediately knew what I meant.  I guided her between my legs and gave her instruction on how to eat my pussy.  She was, of course, tentative at the beginning, but after I told her how good it felt (and her getting used to it a bit) she grew more aggressive.  When I came, I startled her with the ferociousness of my orgasm; “Ohhhhhhhh Goddddddddd!” I screamed, bucking my hips and pulling her head into my crotch.  I think she got a mouthful like I had.

In my arms on the big bed, she told me how warm and “tingly” she was.  I explained that that was the normal reaction to getting and giving a nice orgasm.  We talked for a while, mostly about boys in school that she fantasized about but didn’t know just how to imagine anything happening with them.  I asked if the porn she’s seen (a little internet but mostly the DVDs Joe and I left for her to “find”) helped fill in the gaps of her sexual knowledge.

“I don’t know,” she said, while absentmindedly playing with one of my nipples (I sure didn’t mind!)  “They were, like, grunting and all sweaty and stuff; like they were in a gym instead of making love.  Maybe from movies, you know, regular movies, I thought it would be different, like more romantic.”

“Sweetheart, it can be romantic and tender, like what we just did,” I said.  I figured it was time for her next indoctrinating lesson.  “This has got to remain between us, but would you like to see a movie of Joe and me making love?”

“You really have a movie of you guys doing it?”

“Sure.  It’s kinda fun to watch it later, you know, after we had fun the first time,” I said with a chuckle.

I dug the home-made DVD out of my dresser and we padded off to the family room and the home theater unit.  She’d lost her self-consciousness of being naked around me, which was a sweet victory.  The girl was so luscious to look at.  Joe will be in heaven taking this girl’s virginity.

I loaded the disc into the player and hit play.  Like all teens, Linnie probably thinks of men Joe’s age as old and having beer bellies.  Joe prides himself in working out, and he has the solid body of a twenty-year-old to show for it.  My husband’s dick isn’t a monster, but he does possess a length that looks great dangling, never mind when it gets hard.  We took the video last summer after we returned from a beach vacation.  Both of us had stellar tan lines, and we put on a good show.  I think a buff man with tan lines is the sexiest thing, and I hoped impressionable Linnie would feel the same way I do.

Maybe because we knew the camcorder was running, Joe and I had taken it slow at first, concentrating on oral.  I glanced over at Linnie, still not believing the young girl was naked and sitting right next to me.  She asked me questions about fellatio, like why and how come I didn’t choke with Joe’s cock down my throat.  I explained how a man enjoys the stimulation, and reminded her about the oral sex we just had.  “The mouth is a great sex organ,” I said as I pulled her to me and kissed her.  She got into the kiss and soon was breathing hard, so I added “See what I mean?  And oh by the way, I’m pretty good at sucking cock.”

Her eyes grew wide at my slang, but went back to the video without her saying a word..  Joe was very erect by that time.  We began doing it doggie, with Joe making long, slow, languid thrusts.  She asked me about positions.  I explained a few, knowing that Joe and I utilized them in our own version of amateur porn.  “It doesn’t hurt…having it go in you like that?” she asked.

“Of course not.  Then sex wouldn’t be fun, would it?”

As Linnie watched the video, her hand went down to her pussy and she began to stroke herself, probably without even realizing she was doing so.  On the screen, Joe and I went through a couple of positions before ending up missionary.  This was the grand finale, so Joe pounded into me in rapid fire thrusts highlighted by his white, tan-line-rimmed ass muscles flexing as he nailed me.  My legs pointing to the ceiling, I was making all my usual pre-orgasmic noises.

Linnie’s attention was completely on the video action.  I snuggled closer and added my fingertips to hers.  With my own cries of pleasure as background music, I finger fucked her, careful not to shred what there was of her intact hymen.  She orgasmed quickly, her hips bucking as she convulsed, her shrill cries joining mine on the DVD.

On the screen, Joe pulled out, and with his cock nestled between my labia and its head pointing upward, he made a couple of small thrusting motions and then ejaculated.  The camcorder caught the first cumshot arching into the air like a milky rainbow, splattering my chest and one shoulder.  The second shot fountained higher, splashing down on my heaving, orgasmic midsection.  The third and fourth formed a nice puddle at my shaved pubic bone.

Linnie was saying over and over again, “Oh my!...Oh my!...Oh my!...” as another wave of climax spread through her, propelled more (I thought) from watching my husband cum all over me in the video than from anything my fingers were doing.

After she relaxed a bit, I said, “Now, how does sex with a man look?”

“It’s…it’s…it’s not…how I thought it would be, she stammered.  “At the end…?”

“You mean when Joe came?”  I filled in the gaps of her sexual knowledge (“that’s the stuff that makes babies” etc.) and told her why Joe, like actors in porn, did the money-shot thing (“he would normally cum inside me, but where would the fun be in watching that?”)

Knowing that the boys would be home soon, we cleaned up and got dressed.  Linnie promised that what we did would remain a secret, and all I could do was hope.  I knew I would dream of her cute little body and how sweet she tasted.  I also knew that Joe would go nuts when he saw the video.  You see, I’d set up a webcam in the bedroom and captured Linnie and me in our first time.  Joe would cream his shorts after watching the video, and I told him how well I groomed the young virgin. 

Later, we planned on the next time Linnie babysat Joey, and how maybe we could arrange for her to see Joe coming out of the shower or something like that.  Since Joe was thinking selfishly, I didn’t care to share the thought that perhaps my boy could end up popping her cherry with his little dick while we were out that evening.  My poor husband may get sloppy seconds. 

We’ll see what happens next…

 

 

 

Chapter 2

 

Linnie was ready for the next step of her education. 

I drove to pick her up for her babysitting assignment.  On the way to our house, I asked Linnie how much she’d been thinking of sex since I introduced her to lesbian lovemaking.  “A lot” was her answer, and her face glowed as confirmation.

“It’s still our secret, right?” I asked, and she assured me it was.

As planned, my son Joey greeted Linnie when we arrived and my husband, Joe Sr., was in the shower.  I banged on a downstairs pipe knowing Joe would hear it upstairs.  That was our signal.  I walked Linnie upstairs ostensibly to show her some new sexy panties I bought.  Joe came out of the master bath with perfect timing.  Linnie stared but otherwise didn’t say a word.  Joe apologized but didn’t exactly rush to cover up.  He must have been thinking of her because his dick was nearly at half-mast and growing.  Linnie got the planned eyeful and then some.

I showed her the panties, “You should get some like this,” I said while rubbing the luxurious fabric up and down her arm.  “They’re so silky soft, don’t you think so?  It feels so great wearing them, even better than wearing nothing at all.”

“They feel nice, but no way would my mom let me buy anything like this.”

“She doesn’t have to know.  Maybe we could go shopping together.  It would be just us girls.”

I saw the wheels turning; weighing her desire for sexy panties against hiding them from her mom.  Of course there were bigger things at stake now hiding from her mom.  It was time for the hook.

I said, “He looks good doesn’t he?”  She was stricken, not knowing how to respond.  I continued, “It’s OK, you can tell me anything.  I mean, you haven’t seen naked boys or men in the flesh, so take my word for it, Joe’s got a nice cock, and you saw the video—he knows what to do with it.”

Now she was really tongue-tied.  I imagined how wet and tasty she’d be right then.  I bet she was doing some heavy imagining of her own.

When Joe and I were in the car, he asked me “The cams are set, right?”

“Of course they are, my love.”

We had a nice night out but we couldn’t help having our minds partly on what we’d find when we got home.  We were both convinced that Linnie would fool around with our son Joey in some way.  Except for bathrooms, we had enough web cams in place to capture anything that happened.

After our evening, I paid Linnie and drove her home.  I had a hard time deciphering her mood, so I’d have to wait until I got back home to see what transpired.

“The little devil DID fuck her!  I know it.” Joe said as soon as I walked in the door.  He’d peeked ahead.

“Show me.”  I walked to the computer, and sure enough, everything was on the videos.

After Joey went to bed, Linnie started to watch a DVD, one of the babysitter movies we left out for her.  Soon her pants were down and she was masturbating furiously.  That’s when Joey snuck downstairs to watch her.  She didn’t notice him until she climaxed.  She hurriedly pulled her pants up, and then realized Joey had in turn dropped his pajama pants, sporting a cute little hard-on.  Her embarrassment morphed with the opportunity.  She invited him to sit next to her, while she asked him if he’d ever watched the porn DVDs.  He admitted that he had and told her he liked the ones where the woman had really big tits.  Joe and I chuckled while watching him say that.  Joey asked if he could see hers, acknowledging that he knew (smart kid I’m bringing up) hers weren’t “that big yet.”

While she did a little striptease for my son, Joey got out of the rest of his pajamas.  Joe remarked, “I don’t remember getting erections when I was that age.”

“You didn’t have parents who let you watch porn, and you didn’t have a naked teen to ogle either.”

“The little squirt sure has a nice dick.”

“Just like his Dad,” I said, making Joe smile.  I noticed my husband also had an erection straining his pants.

They fondled each other while watching the video.  As things evidently heated up on the TV screen, Linnie heated up as well.  I pretty well knew which scene on the DVD they were watching because they mimicked everything.  Linnie got onto her hands and knees on the sofa and Joey got behind her.  Their eyes were glued to the TV as Joey entered her and began thrusting his little ass back and forth.  I saw her wince once, so that must have been her cherry getting ripped.  I turned to look at my husband, who was practically panting at the thought he may have the ripe young girl someday soon.

“She’s quite a cummer…you’ll see,” I said as I unbuckled Joe’s pants.  He needed relief, after all.

When they switched to missionary, it didn’t take long for Linnie to groan and convulse.  The whole thing startled Joey a little.  In the meantime, I fell to my knees and began to suck Joe’s hard and leaking cock.  It didn’t take long for him to be cumming in my mouth.

As he moaned his cumming pleasure, Joe said, “Look!  I think he came!”

“That’s impossible,” I blurted, yet when he pulled out of Linnie he left a small creampie behind and his dick had a few telltale drops on it.  “I’ll be damned!” I said.

“At his age?” Joe stammered.

“I didn’t think that was possible, but at least we can be sure he fired blanks, right?” I asked, thinking that my son was still years from puberty.

“I hope so.”

Joe was extremely horny when we went to bed.  Probably imagining that it was Linnie under him, he fucked me like a madman.  I didn’t mind; a good fuck is a good fuck, and a good orgasm is a good orgasm.

As I’d predicted, my husband didn’t like the idea his son had her before he did.  The further grooming of Linnie continued.  I made an excuse to call her about a potential babysitting date, though my call was for other reasons.  As innocently as I could I asked her if she wanted to go shopping with me, reminding her about my sexy panties.  She was all for it.  We went to a few boutiques.  One of the clerks said that it was sweet seeing a mother so open about her daughter buying such intimate apparel.  We didn’t correct her.

In the car, she thanked me profusely for buying her the skimpy panties and bras.  “What the clerk said…you are like a second mom to me, you know.”

I winked at her and said, “I appreciate that.  Like, you’re almost a daughter to me, especially in teaching you about sex.”

She blushed, and said, “Yeah, that too.”

“Would you like to go to my house and model those for me?  I’d like that a lot.”

“Will your husband and Joey be home?”

“Even if they are, we’ll go to my bedroom.  They won’t bother us girls.”

When we entered the house, both Linnie and Joey were nervous around each other.  Of course, neither of them knew that we videoed their little fuck party.  I warned my men to leave us alone as I guided Linnie up to my bedroom.  While she stripped down to try on the new undies, I stripped too, showing my best and sexiest panties and bra I’d worn that day.

“Oh, sweetheart, you look fantastic!” I said as she modeled for me.  “Don’t they feel divine?”

“They feel really nice, but I can’t look fantastic…not like you do,” she said.

“Someday you’ll know how beautiful you are.  Come here and kiss me,” I said, but I didn’t wait, going to her and gathering her into my arms.  She wasn’t a stranger to hot kissing anymore, so she melted into me and our lips and tongues worked furiously until we were both breathless.

Oblivious to the fact my husband and son were downstairs, Linnie and I made love.  Both of us gave and received multiple orgasms.  When we were finished and satisfied, I talked to her about Joe.

“What do you think about Joe?  The reason I ask is that he keeps telling me how beautiful you are, and I know,” I said, tittering, “he gets hard, like, when he talks about you.”  I let her digest that for a few seconds.  “You see, he knows me really well, and so I think he’s guessed that we’ve made love…like today.”

“Is he mad at me…or you?”

“On the contrary, I think he wants to…you know…make love to you too.  Be your first.”

I knew she was thinking about Joey, and that Joe’s opportunity to go “first” had already been lost.  Yet I knew she was also remembering the video I’d let her watch, and perhaps also the glimpse she had of my naked husband after he showered that day.  Her hornies were showing; I trained her well.

“He’s good looking, like, not like other dads,” she said.  “Does he really want me?  I mean, he has you.”

“See, you’re selling yourself short again.”  I caressed her perfect little titlets.  “Any man…or woman…would be crazy not to want to have sex with you.  Don’t the boys all chase you around?”

“No…no they don’t.  Not like that.”

“Then they’re stupid, and it’s their loss.”  And my gain!  I went for the big hook, “What if Joe took you out on a real date…a grown-up date?  Make believe he’s your boyfriend.  The rest would be up to you.”

“I don’t know.  My mom—”

“We can pretend you’re babysitting.  Your mother would never know.” I said then continued “You could sneak a pretty dress over here before…”  While I said this, I saw the wheels spinning—and her growing arousal at the idea.  She was contemplating her first date, and with an adult male she found attractive, no less.  I reached down and felt her pussy; it was dripping like I knew it would be.  “Remember the video of Joe and me,” I said before going down on her, drinking from the fountain that was her young teen sex.  Her orgasm was quite the squirter.

Separately, we planned out the “date.”  Joe and I scripted the scenario like it was a grand play.  Then I solidified the pretend angle with Linnie.  We set it up for a Saturday night.  We coaxed Joey into spending the night at his friend Brian’s house.  Since Linnie’s babysitting job with us was pretty routine, it took no coaxing to have her mother agree for her to spend the night here in case we “came home too late.”

On the big day I helped Linnie get all dolled up, with her sexy panties, nice make up, her party dress and no bra.  If I didn’t already know what she tasted like, I’d say she looked good enough to eat.  Joe made reservations at a fancy restaurant in another town; not wanting anyone who knew us to see them out like this and ask questions.  I waved goodbye as they got in the car, and then set about making the bedroom a candle-lit love nest.  I also chilled a bottle of champagne.

Of course it wasn’t until the next day that Joe told me all about the dinner.  He’d worked hard at impressing her with his knowledge of menu items even as he commented how pretty and adult she looked.  He managed to have her take a few sips of his cocktail when the waiter wasn’t around; a fruity one he normally wouldn’t order but knew she’d like it.  She did, enhancing the whole “adult” vibe.  He’d arranged for one of those tables with a semi-circular bench, and by dessert time they were sitting right next to each other and he was rubbing her leg while she was spooning ice cream into his mouth.  I wish I could’ve seen that.

He was acting more her age, like the teenager she really was, when they got home.  I was wearing my best silk pajamas when I met them at the door with flutes of champagne.  After a few solid sips, she declared she liked champagne.  I made sure her flute got refilled.  While they chatted (I overheard him asking her about the porn DVDs) I went upstairs to finish the bedroom’s preparation.  Condoms and lube on the nightstand—check.  Candles lit—check.  Soft, sexy music playing on the Bose—check. Web cam aimed on the bed—check. When I got back downstairs, they were already making out hot and heavy on the sofa.  Her last glass of champagne stood empty on the end table. God, did she look good!  I was happy for my husband.  I caught Joe’s eye and motioned that the bedroom was ready.  I could see she was tipsy from the drinks, as he just about carried her upstairs while I proceeded to the den, and our computer.  This was how I would be the voyeur.

She was giggling as Joe slipped her dress off and kissed one of her nipples.  I shouldn’t have been surprised that she didn’t have her panties on; they must be on the sofa or floor downstairs where they were obviously removed.  She gasped audibly when Joe undressed and exposed his fast-growing cock.  He carried her to the bed and laid next to her, kissing her again.  After their lips separated, she put her head on his abdomen and began playing with his erection, like she was studying it.  She picked her head up and looked at Joe, saying something about “juice.”  He must be leaking pre-cum like crazy.

My hand was inside my pajama pants and I was fingering myself, knowing it wouldn’t take long for me to cum as I watched their foreplay.

Joe went down on her at around the time I had my first orgasm. He told her how pretty she was down there and that he was the luckiest man in the world.  After several minutes he propped her ass on a pillow to raise it, then reached for a condom and the tube of lube.

Lying there with her legs apart and looking up in awe at my husband and his erection as he rolled on the condom, Linnie looked so deliciously beautiful.  Flashing fingertips delivered my second orgasm.

Joe spread a generous amount of the lube over his condom-encased cock before rubbing some on her vulva, all the while explaining why.  Almost whispering, she said something about “too big…” so she knew what was coming.  On his knees and with her legs against his chest, Joe slid into her about an inch and then stopped.  No rush, he slid into her a piece at a time, gauging her reaction each time before going further.

He was only half-way in when he sighed and said, “You feel so good…so tight.  I think I’m in heaven!”

His movements were slow and methodical at first.  It took a while for her to get accustomed to his girth (this wasn’t Joey after all) but eventually I heard her mewling like a lost kitten and saw her hips move in time with his thrusts.  Joe fucked her like that—upright on his knees—for a while, then leaned down on top of her.  Her legs spread wide to accommodate him as he whispered something to her I couldn’t hear.

Whatever he said solicited a response.  She grabbed his ass like a veteran fuckee and urged him deeper and harder.  She was cumming almost immediately after that, squealing loudly.  I saw Joe’s ass muscles scrunch up and relax in a steady rhythm.  He was cumming too.  He must have swelled a bit more as he ejaculated, for she surely felt every pulse of his cumming cock, squealing even louder still, probably from another orgasmic wave.  I had my third orgasm right about then.

They were quiet for a while as he climbed off her and she came down from her orgasm.  I heard her say something like “a lot,” before he removed the condom and handed it to her.

Linnie turned the spent condom open side down and let its contents spill out on her chest.  She giggled as Joe rubbed his semen over her tits and their taut little nipples.

“Next time I’ll cum all over you like I did with Karen,” Joe said.  Linnie swooned and her eyes rolled back a bit; probably up to that point not contemplating a “next time.”

Maybe I wasn’t thinking of the possibility either.  I thought Oh my God, she’s spending the night!  I had my fourth orgasm.

They showered together, no doubt talking about me while Joe exercised his foreplay options.  I left the den before they came padding downstairs in robes.  She looked cute wearing my robe that basically was too big for her.  Joe poured the last of the champagne while I kissed Linnie and asked her how it felt.

After she gulped some champagne, she giggles and said, “It felt so gooooood…better than I thought it would be, especially since he’s much bigger than—” 

She caught herself before she said my son’s name.

I smiled and said, “It’s okay, Linnie.  We know about you doing it with Joey.”

If she hadn’t been drinking and just been fucked, she would probably have been mortified.  Instead, she blushed, giggled, reached into Joe’s robe, palmed his cock, and responded “He’s MUCH bigger!”

Joe’s cock swelled proudly upon the compliment.

I called out for a pizza and then rounded up another bottle of champagne, one we’d saved for a special occasion.  This was a special occasion, wasn’t it?

When Linnie went to the bathroom, Joe asked me if I saw everything.  I said, “What did you say to her that got her going?”

“I knew you’d shown her the video we made, so I told her that it was a good thing I was wearing protection since I cum so much she’d surely get pregnant.”

“You devil, you!”

“It worked, didn’t it?” he said with a big, boyish grin.

We ate pizza, polished off the second bottle, and then Joe and Linnie went up to the bedroom for round two.  I sat in front of the computer and watched.  My attention was drawn to all the candles and pondered how lucky we’d been not to have the house burn down while we ate and drank.

Joe explained positions, reminding her of what she’d seen in those movies we let her watch.  She tried to perform fellatio but Joe proved too big for her petite mouth.  Instead, he had her sit astride him and coaxed her down on him and his generously lubed condom.  Her breath caught, and then she uttered a cross between a sigh and a groan when she lowered herself onto him a bit too quickly.

He held her hips and said, “Don’t force it, hon.  It’s up to you…go at your own pace.  I’ll just lie here and admire your beautiful teen body.”

His comment worked.  She began to move up and down, awkwardly at first until she found a natural rhythm that seemed to work for her.  I thought that girl is sure going to be sore tomorrow, never mind the hangover she’s sure to have, but for now she obviously had let all virgin jitters slide away and let her body react to all the sensations.

Watching that little ass of hers undulate over Joe’s wet cock like that had me cum again.  My fingers were soaked.

Her pace picked up so I knew she was ready to orgasm.  She came with a wail much louder than before.  Joe said, “You want to see it like in the video?”  When she nodded frantically, he pushed her off him and onto her back, ripped off the condom, and with a finger of his other hand working to keep her orgasm going, he pumped several hefty streams of hot cum all over her.  She wailed again, probably from more orgasmic spasms.

Later, I made sure the candles were all safely out.  I kissed each of them in turn, telling Linnie that she earned my place in his bed for the night.  I slept on the sofa, but not before I masturbated to one more glorious orgasm.  In the morning I’d see how many more times they fucked, but for now I’d dream of a future with our ‘babysitter.’  How many more times could we arrange for a sleepover like tonight?  How many times could we bring Linnie with us on vacations?  Would Joey join us at some point in a foursome made in heaven?

“We’ll see,” I whispered to myself as I fell asleep to the muffled sounds of a thumping bed coming from upstairs. She certainly will be sore tomorrow.

 

 

 

Chapter 3

 

Surrogate daughter with benefits.  You might say that was what Linnie had become since she first babysat for us.  We planned it that way.

My husband, Joe, and I honeymooned on a Caribbean island that had a plethora of clothing optional beaches.  We always wanted to go back there, but then we had Joey and things just conspired to keep us from realizing the dream.  While planning this year’s vacation, the subject of our favorite island came up again.

“Joey’s old enough now, what do you think?” Joe asked.

“We can afford it, so do you think Linnie’s mom would let her go with us?”

“Oh God, that would be spectacular!” he intoned.  I agreed, picturing her blossoming body kissed by the sun’s rays.  “Why don’t we invite her over, make our proposal, and maybe have a little fun after she says yes.”

“Fun or no fun, afterwards I’ll call her mother,” I said, thinking that ‘fun’ sounded really nice.  I needed some ‘fun.’  Making sure Joey was out visiting a friend, I called Linnie and invited her over.  “Hi baby-doll,” I said in my best, seductive voice.  “How about coming over and bringing your bathing suit.”

“Why?  You don’t have a pool,” she said matter-of-factly.

“It’s a surprise.  I’ll tell you when you get here.”

Linnie showed up with a conservative young girl’s bikini and lots of questions.  Joe and I explained about our vacation plans, and when I mentioned nude beaches, she blanched.  “Really?  All the people are naked, even kids?”

“Sure,” I said.  “Growing up, didn’t you ever enjoy running around the house naked?”  She blushed and agreed.  I continued, “You’ll get a full body tan without being embarrassed about it.  After all, even old fat people will be naked, and we’ll be naked too, even Joey.”

She laughed at the ‘fat people’ comment.  “I bet you’ll look nicer than anybody naked.”

Joe said, “That she does.  The most difficult part for me will be not getting stiff while looking at you two.”  She giggled again, sneaking an involuntary glance at his shorts.

I said to Joe, “Pardon us as we go upstairs and try on our bikinis.”

Joe smiled and said, “Can I try on my suit too?”

Linnie took another look at his crotch.  I said, “That’s up to her,” then I turned to Linnie and said, “You won’t mind, will you?”  She muttered something under her breath, but it wasn’t a “yes.”  Linnie and I went upstairs first.  In the bedroom, I pulled my bikini from a drawer while Linnie hesitatingly undressed.  While I quickly stripped, I told her for the umpteenth time how beautiful her blossoming teen body looked.

“You’re the one with the great body, not me,” she said with another blush reddening her young face.

I tossed my bikini onto the bed and said, “Before Joe comes in here, would you like to play with my body?”

We were on my bed making out when my husband walked in, holding his shorts in his hand.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, sublimely naked and with the makings of a nice erection. Even while kissing me, Linnie occasionally swung her eyes, straining to glance at Joe.  He said, “I see this isn’t about swimwear.  Besides, Linnie dear, you’re too gorgeous to cover up with a bathing suit.”  She swooned at his words, and knowing he would perhaps join us on the bed, her lips and tongue now more furiously worked against mine.

Linnie’s mouth moved to one of my nipples as Joe slid his head between her quivering thighs and began cunnilingus.  We’d opened her up so much sexually that I immediately saw it on her face—she was going to cum quickly.  Our eyes met for a moment before she threw her head back and moaned softly.  Her moaning continued for a long while as Joe kept his tongue working.  I bet it was soaked.

I rolled a condom onto Joe’s hard cock and then lay back to watch the show.  Linnie was extremely animated after Joe slid into her, bucking her hips rhythmically to match the thrusting of his.  Her panting breath and frantic movements turned me on.  I just had to suck on her tiny budding tits with their stiff little nipples—I had to.  She came with a loud scream this time, nearly deafening me since my ear was so close.  I felt her orgasmic spasms travel all the way to her tits, and didn’t realize it until I started cumming too that my hand had been working my own pussy all the while.

When Joe bellowed that he was about to cum, Linnie squealed “Let me see it!  On me!”  Joe pulled off the condom and splattered her belly and pubic arch.  I lapped it up, which sent a shiver through her; making sure not to accidently push any toward her fertile pussy where it might find its way inside to dire consequences.

Still panting, she said “Wow, what does it taste like?”

“You tell me,” I said, and then kissed her.  Some call it ‘snowballing,’ and I made sure she had plenty to taste.  Maybe it was the psychology of tasting Joe’s semen, but our kiss inflamed her again, and we ended up fingering each other to more orgasms.

The sight of us like that turned Joe on.  Quickly he put another condom on his once again hard member and coaxed both our asses side-by-side and in the air.  He fucked me first then moved into Linnie’s tight yet creamy little vagina and fucked her even harder, all the while commenting how “heavenly tight” she was, shouting above her ululating moaning and groaning.

She never did model her bikini for us.

Joey was thrilled when we told him of our vacation plans.  “You mean, Ma, that everyone will be naked on the beach?”

“Yes, but no touching, and you better not get an erection.”

“Oh, Ma,” he said, blushing.

I told him that we would ask if Linnie could come with us.  That made him more animated, but also I saw the wheels turning, probably thinking about their little fuck session and whether we knew about it or not.

Linnie’s mom was extremely thankful that we would think of Linnie as one of us and take her along on vacation.  Of course, she could never guess how much of a ‘part of the family’ she’d become.  Linnie was so excited and would often stop over to ask me about everything from my nude beach experience to what to pack.  Joe and I purposely avoided the opportunity to have sex with her; we figured that would only heighten her libido once there.

I couldn’t speak for her libido (yet) but she certainly was hyper on the flight down.  We barely checked into our hotel when she and Joey begged us to go to the beach.  Joe talked them into eating first.  I found it humorous that neither one of the kids gave any thought to sleeping arrangements; our room was a mini-suite with two queen beds, basically in the same room.  After an early dinner, they dragged us to the nude beach.  Both of them were agog at the sunbathers who still inhabited the beach as afternoon turned to evening.

Our swim attire came off quickly.  Linnie was busy sizing up the men while Joey did the same with women’s breasts.  Linnie giggled and turned to Joe, saying “All these men are small compared to you.”  She went to touch Joe’s cock, but I scolded her.  No touching here.  Based on Joe’s expression, I figured the sleeping arrangements were made—I’d be sleeping with my son.

In his naiveté, Joey didn’t try to hide his erection, proudly walking around ogling one large-breasted woman after another.  None of them seemed offended.  One woman said, “Look, isn’t that cute,” to her companion.  My husband, on the other hand, was trying valiantly not to grow erect, but was losing the battle.  Women were looking at him, too.  Whether they thought him “cute” or not, I couldn’t tell.  It didn’t even disconcert me when I caught my son ogling me.  I think he probably had been looking earlier but tried to hide the fact.

I put my arm around him and said, “It’s okay.  I guess every boy wonders what his mom looks like once he begins to notice girls in general.”

He blushed, and then said “Yours are the nicest, Mom.  Especially your nipples, the way they look, like stiff and long,” before hugging my side in a show of love.  I didn’t think I blushed, but it did hit me then—my son was appraising my body!  I kind of enjoyed that, perhaps more than if another man had said it.

As the sun set, we put our suits and cover-ups back on and returned to the hotel.  The concierge told us of one club that allowed underage kids in, though no drinking for them, of course.  We dressed and visited the club.  The kids soaked up the adult vibe.  Joe managed to pull Linnie onto the dance floor, and among folks closer to her age than his, gave her pointers.  Even with not a slow number to be heard, their dancing was foreplay of the highest order.

Above the music, Joey asked “Mom, am I sleeping with Linnie?”

I smiled when I saw the gleam of expectation on his young face.  “Is that what you want?” I said.

“Ah…er…I don’t know…whatever…”

I said, “I think you already know things about Linnie.”  He blushed.  “Look at your dad out there with her.  We’ve never hid anything from you about sex, right?  Let’s just say your father likes Linnie a lot and will sleep with her tonight, and you’ll sleep with me.”

His facial expression morphed a few times as he processed what I was telling him.  Eventually, he said, “Does that mean they’re…?”

“They’ll do whatever they want to do,” was my answer.

Joey looked at me earnestly, “You won’t be mad at Dad if they…er…do it?”

“No I won’t, Joey.  Your Dad and I will always love each other, and Linnie or anyone else won’t change that.  You understand?”

“I think so,” he said before falling silent.

 Joe and Linnie were still dancing, though closer now, their bodies seductively pressed together.  I couldn’t see in the dimmed light, but Joe certainly must have had an erection, pressing up to the young girl like that, thinking of what had been and soon would be again.

Once back in our hotel room, we took turns showering and getting ready for bed.  Before we retired, Linnie gave me a look, as if she wanted one more acknowledgement of our sleeping arrangement.  I simply nodded and wished her and Joe a good night.

With all the lights out, some outside light still managed to slip by the room-darkening drapes.  I’ll give them credit; Joe and Linnie waited a reasonable time before they started.  When his dad went down on the babysitter, Joey stirred next to me and began to watch and listen.  I realized his hand was inside his pajama bottoms, so I whispered to him that he could take them off.  By the time Joe climbed on top of a panting Linnie, Joey was naked and I’d slipped out of my pajamas, clad only in panties.  Joey and I were the voyeurs, watching them fuck.  The build up from today’s nude beach excursion plus the sexy dancing had heated their libidos to the boiling point, and they were fucking maniacally by the time I slid down in the bed and let my son’s erect little dick touch my breasts.

Linnie was making so much noise leading up to her climax; I was the only one who heard Joey’s moan as he bucked his hips in jackhammer fashion, fucking my cleavage.  My little man was on erotic autopilot—he didn’t know what he was doing, just responding to the most primal of urges.  Linnie tried to stifle her orgasmic cries, as Joe tried to stifle his cumming groans, though Joey and I still heard them very well.  I felt Joey’s body quiver against mine as he ejaculated so incredibly.  I remained shocked that a boy his age who hadn’t yet reached puberty could cum, but there was no use denying the just-deposited liquid that trickled around my breasts.

The two unlikely pairs fell asleep in their partners’-for-the-night embrace.

I awoke during the night to the sounds of more fucking.  They were quieter this time.  Joey was asleep with his mouth at one of my nipples.  Had he been suckling in his sleep?  My mother’s love for him swelled at the thought.  Linnie was on top this time while Joe quietly coached her on the best cowgirl motions.  She came quickly, then climbed off, stripped the condom from him, and jerked him the rest of the way to climax.  She seemed pleased by his output.

I wasn’t about to masturbate with my son next to me like this, so I resigned myself to a sexless night.

The morning was awkward, especially since Linnie now had the chance to think about the impact of what she’d succumbed to.  I pulled her aside and told her not to worry, that I was okay with what happened.  “You did enjoy last night, didn’t you?” I asked.  She adamantly agreed.

We were back on the nude beach by midmorning.  There definitely was a different vibe then than the evening before, though it was hard to explain what that difference was.  Perhaps more families were here, meaning more kids Joey’s age.  We got naked and spread the obligatory sunscreen over each other’s body.  I reminded Joey “no touching” before he headed off to join a group of kids up the beach.

I took the opportunity to whisper in my husband’s ear, “I’m sleeping with her tonight.”  He simply nodded.

Linnie saw them first.  A couple, maybe in their late twenties or early thirties, was walking toward us.  He was around six feet tall, with long, shoulder length black hair and enough stubble to look sexy, but what stood out—and no doubt had caught Linnie’s attention—was that he had the thickest cock I’d ever seen.  Though uncircumcised, the sheer size of his glans penis seemed to overwhelm his foreskin.  Once I saw it, I couldn’t pull my eyes from the thing.  The woman was at least a foot shorter, and very curvy, with thick, muscled thighs that suggested she’d been a gymnast.

Linnie moaned as she stared at him.  The man heard her, faced her and smiled.  I seized the opportunity to invite them to join us.

He was Raul and she was Maria.  They had enough Hispanic blood in their veins to be considered as such, but their English was unaccented enough to pique my curiosity to ask where they were from.  We casually exchanged information about ourselves, all the while Linnie failed to hide her interest—and arousal—in the man.

On the large beach blanket, Maria sat beside me while Raul sat opposite us and next to Linnie.  The conversation between Raul and Linnie was so patently sexual that I looked at Maria to see how she was reacting.  Instead of anger, she smiled and whispered in my ear, “Your daughter is showing her willingness so eagerly to my husband.  Raul and I love each other greatly, but he cannot resist the charms of eager young girls, so I have resigned myself to that fact.”

I turned and whispered back, “She isn’t our daughter.  She is a family friend we invited along on this vacation.  My child is over there,” I said, pointing out Joey.

“He is too young to be her lover,” she said, which was both a statement and a question.

“You are correct,” I said.

“Then…?”

“She is quite sexually active, but free to be with whomever she pleases.”

“Would you allow her to be with Raul?”

“Would you?”

“Yes”

Still speaking in whispers so Joe wouldn’t hear, I said “What about you, Maria?  Are you free to indulge in the same way as your husband?”

She was looking at my breasts when she throatily said “Yes.”

By this time Raul still didn’t know what Linnie was to us, so still thinking she was our daughter, he sheepishly looked at Joe when Linnie put her hand between his thighs and began caressing his cock.  Raul then glanced across to his wife and me.  We simply smiled back as if to say ‘that’s your problem.’  Raul handled the ‘problem’ by inviting Linnie into the water.  As they darted past, many women stopped to look at the thick, bobbing, semi-erect penis go by, nicely attached to a handsome young man.  As the two of them played in the surf, it required no imagination to know what was going on below the waves.

Linnie must have filled Raul in on the arrangement while they were together in the water.  Whether she made an outright proposition I’d have to wait to find out later.  Joey joined us, and regaled our new friends with candid talk of what he found attractive in each girl on the beach—old and young.

“Wow, that’s pretty big,” Joey said to Raul.  “Is it better to be real fat like yours or to be real long like my Dad’s?”

Before Raul could answer, Maria laughed and said, “Both are nice to have in their own way.”

I said, “I think you’ll take after your father.”

“Long is cool!” Joey said, which got us all laughing.

We went through another anointing round of sunscreen.  Joey gleefully oiled me and Maria up, spending an inordinate amount of time on our breasts, while Raul and Joe worked on Linnie until she could barely breathe.  We sunbathed for a while more until Maria suggested lunch.  I suggested that afterwards we go to our hotel room.  The men were particularly fond of that idea.

By the time we made it to the hotel room, Linnie and Raul were so horny they may have fucked in the hallway if we failed to get the door open in time.  We’d picked up some liquor and cheap champagne along the way, which was opened and poured as soon as we were inside.  Maria openly went for Joe as I joined Linnie in seeking out Raul’s attention—and his thick manhood; like on the beach, it didn’t take us long to shed our clothes.

The strangest thing happened when Raul noticed Joey watching with an erection.  He smiled and invited Joey to join us.  Was Raul bisexual, liking girls and boys?  I felt uncomfortable even as I longed to try out his cock, so I moved away and joined Joe and Maria on the other bed.  Maria left no doubt she was bisexual, attacking both Joe and me with equal sexual vigor.  Maria was devouring my pussy as Joe was licking hers.

“It’s too big…don’t!  Take it out!” Linnie cried suddenly.  Raul was trying to ease her mind as well as her vagina, keeping his cock’s massive head between her labia as he spoke soothing words.  It proved to be a wasted effort.  No sooner did he try to enter her again, even with a good dollop of lubricant, she cried out in pain.  For a guy who seemed to like them young, Raul’s dick was way too big to penetrate them.  I was afraid that he’d force himself on her, but instead he laid on his back, and with more curiosity than anything else, both kids played with his thick, swollen cock.

Joe fucked Maria doggie style with gusto as she had her head between my wet, splayed thighs.  Maria proved to be a very loud cummer, and then I followed her into every woman’s promised land of orgasm.

In the meantime, Raul kept up a steady conversation with Joey on the joys of gay sex while Linnie stroked and kissed Raul’s cock.  Joey seemed quite animated, probably weighing and considering this new sexual information.  When Raul groaned that he was about to cum, Linnie and Joey crowded his cock and got sprayed with several healthy shots of hot cum—my son’s first facial.

Joey and Linnie were so hot by then that it was natural for my son to hump the young girl while Raul looked on approvingly.  Raul looked over at Joe and me on the other bed and whispered, “But he is so young…”  They were both young, yet miraculously (especially for Joey) they climaxed together, Joey quite thrilled by Linnie’s orgasmic wail.

Raul had been focused on Joey’s ass as he fucked Linnie, and he grew hard again.  His rapid recuperation was great, but he wasn’t going to fuck my son’s way-too-tight asshole.  “No,” I hissed as Raul put a hand on each of Joey’s cheeks and zeroed in.  Maria scolded him too, and he sheepishly let go of my son.

I said, “I’m not a kid, but why don’t you fuck me with that thing?”

And that’s what he did.

Whether or not Raul desired fucking an adult woman any less that a young boy, he remained engorged to his full, magnificent girth.  I got on hands and knees and he took me doggie style without hesitation.  I thought, no wonder Linnie couldn’t take him; he stretched my vagina walls far beyond what I would’ve thought possible.  I came almost immediately and didn’t stop.  Through the haze of the exhilarating, near-perpetual g-spot orgasm (at least while Raul was still penetrating me) I realized I had an audience.  Linnie and Joey remained close by, staring intently, while Maria and Joe stopped fooling around and watched from the other bed.

I never realized how much noise I’d made until Joe told me all about it later.

We showered individually or in pairs before leaving the hotel room and returning to the beach.  Back on the nude beach, I wondered how many people looked at us and knew we’d just had orgiastic sex.  Maria and Raul made their good-byes and walked away.  We never saw them again.

Joey lay next to me on the beach blanket while Joe and Linnie went into the water.  Joey said, “Was he really gonna put it in my butt?”  I explained as delicately as I could how gay sex worked.  Afterwards, he said “I think I like girls.”  Should I have felt guilty for being relieved by his statement?

While the four of us sunbathed and no one was around to overhear us, we shared our views on all our recent sexual experiences.  Linnie was quite sparkling in her admiration for us and what we’d introduced her to.  As her young body bronzed under the Caribbean sun, I told her it was us who were thankful for her coming into our lives like this. 

We met many people on the friendly beach, though no more shared our beds.  Our sleep pairings changed based on mood.  I got to have Linnie as many times as my men.  Half asleep, Joey tried to fuck me one night but I stopped him, figuring he was still too young for that level of excitement.

Almost automatically, for the rest of the week Linnie checked out every man who walked past us.  A few times the men stirred her enough that I saw telltale trickles of pussy juice on her young, inner thighs.

And for the rest of the week—God bless his little heart—my prepubescent son walked around with a perpetual hard-on.

 

 

 

Chapter 4

 

My husband was tired of Linnie.  He was ready to move on to a new, younger conquest.  I remained quite fond of our babysitter cum sex kitten, but I knew where Joe was coming from.  Our vacation together taught him that he couldn’t ‘own’ Linnie; couldn’t have her all to himself like a hothouse flower.  The week’s escapades on the island’s nude beach—along with the activity on hotel beds, kicked up a notch by her wide-eyed voyeurism—spoke volumes to him.  She now knew there were a fine variety of cocks in the world, and the fledgling cocktease wanted to experience them all before her fifteenth birthday.

My son Joey seemed to be of the same opinion as his father.  Joey’s enthusiasm didn’t make up for his youthful clumsiness and small size.  Linnie wanted more, and that was it.

So Joey got a new babysitter.  Her name was Audrey.  She was a thirteen-year-old, red-haired tomboy that Joey took to immediately.  I could tell that Audrey didn’t see the need for us to get a sitter for Joey, considering the small gap in their ages.  She didn’t complain about the pay, though.  We spun the need more as a ‘big sister’ thing, hanging out with him rather than babysitting him.  She bought it.

If it weren’t for the hair and the cherubic, freckled face, you would think she was a boy.  At first, my husband was less than enthusiastic about the choice.  She seemed more interested in sports than being a Snooki wannabe.  She wore loose-fitting, tomboyish clothes, and so didn’t turn my husband on.  That was until the first time he saw her in a bathing suit.  Joey was going with Audrey and her older sister Erin to a local lake, so when they drove up and Audrey got out of the car, we got to see her bathing suit—and the sweet, girlish body within. She had on a one-piece that looked like it had been taken from the wardrobe room on the set of Baywatch.  She had some damned curves hidden by her usual outfits.

True to form, Joe said aloud as they walked to the car, “I wonder what her sister looks like.”

It wasn’t until Joey was dropped off and we paid Audrey her fee that we found out her sister and Linnie were friends.  Joey told us, “Yeah, like I don’t think Linnie told her about, you know…but she did tell her about the sex videos we have.  I think Audrey wants to look at them next time she watches me.”  Joey’s grin said he was thinking of the possibilities.

His dad was thinking of the possibilities too.  Maybe it was time for Joe and me to go out for the evening.  We set up and hid the web cams like we did with Linnie.  Our DVD collection was spread around the TV for ease of ‘selection.’

 Joe took Audrey home after we returned home, paying her and asking how things went.  Her deep blush and how she looked at him much.  When he returned home, Joe and I quickly checked out the computer to see what had been recorded.

It was humorous, really.  Audrey was so intent on watching the videos, after she was assured Joey knew about them and wouldn’t tell that she didn’t even realize Joey was feeling her up on the sofa.  The video was one Linnie must have recommended; young looking girls ‘losing’ their virginity.  Eventually she half-heartedly made him stop but not before he obviously managed to get his hand inside her panties.  His expression said he’d found things wet.

Panting and obviously aroused, Audrey said “Your parents actually let you watch these?”

“Oh yeah,” Joey said, “they even let me watch them having sex. Like I sneak but I know they know I’m watching.”  His erection was apparent from the camera’s angle, so we knew it was apparent to Audrey as well.

She couldn’t help herself.  While on the TV screen a rather flat-chested “virgin” was being “deflowered” by a young hunk, Audrey’s hand went to where Joey’s had briefly gone.  Joe and I couldn’t tell if she was truly masturbating, but she was touching herself and letting little moans escape her lips.  At the same time Joey gleefully had his hand under her shirt and playing with her chest bumps.

Audrey looked like she was about to climax when she whispered just loud enough for the camera’s mike to pick it up, “Linnie told Erin everything.”  Her body made a couple of jerking motions that certainly looked to us like a small orgasm.  After she caught her breath, she explained to Joey that Linnie told Erin about the sex, and that Erin in turn told her.  “Did Linnie really have sex with your mother AND father?”

Joey blushed and said, “Yeah, plus on vacation we had lots of sex.”

“Was the story of the couple that…you know…had…sex with you guys…really true?”

“Yeah, I guess Linnie must’ve told your sister the truth.  There was lots of sex.”  He was an impressionable boy, after all.

“You’re still stiff,” she said suddenly, gazing at Joey’s pajama clad crotch.  “Can I see it…touch it?”

Joey was pretty quick in pulling down his pajama pants.  With my lovable little doofus about to get at least a hand-job, he said, “My parents have a DVD of them doing it.”  Too bad, Joey wasn’t going to get his touch just yet. 

He dug out the DVD of us while Joe said to me, “That little dick of his never goes down, does it?”  They watched the video of Joe and me fucking, and after several “God”s and “Wow”s were uttered by Audrey, Joey got to witness her little climax though he didn’t get the hand-job he expected.

Shutting down the computer, Joe said, “Well, that explains the way she was looking at me when I took her home.”

“Maybe she liked what she saw of that cock of yours.”

“What we need to do is get her sister involved somehow.”

He was right.  Erin, with Linnie’s influence, would be the bridge between Audrey and our bed.  “I’ve got just the idea, but there are risks.”  While I told him my plan his eyes grew wide, but in the end his desire for Audrey overcame any fear he might have had.

I called Linnie’s cell and pretty much laid it all out for her: Joe wanted Audrey.  We talked about the experiences, the sex education you might call it, that Linnie got from us.  She admitted telling Audrey’s sister Erin about the sex, and confessed that Erin wasn’t a virgin and was a little tired of boys her age.  “Do you think Erin would go for Joe?” I asked.

“Let me borrow that DVD of yours and I’ll find out.”  That was the risk—letting the DVD out of the house in the hands of an underage girl.

“Why don’t you come over and I’ll give it to you.”  Since no one else was home when I called, I hoped that it was my tongue I could give her.  And that’s exactly what happened, for old time’s sake.  “Oh, Karennnnnnnnnnnnn, I’m cummmmmmmmmmmmminggggggggg!” was a cry I never tired of hearing.  We’d have to wait and see how the rest of my plan worked out.

Linnie proved to be as good a salesperson as she was in bed.  The next time we contacted Audrey about a babysitting gig, Erin made an excuse to come over with her.  Erin made no attempt to hide her interest in my husband, while Joe certainly liked what he saw in Erin.  Though a little on the pudgy side, unlike her younger sister the teenager was all woman.  Joey too looked excited about having curvy Erin around the house while he was being looked after by Audrey.  Making sure the hidden web cams were working properly, Joe and I went out, though our minds were on what we’d find afterward rather than enjoying the evening out.

I saw Erin slip my husband a piece of paper before I took her and her sister home. My anticipation of watching the recorded video was overshadowed now by the eagerness to see what was in the note.

After making sure Joey was sleeping, Joe started the video while I read Erin’s note.

Your wife let me see the video. You have a great cock. I want to hook up with you, the note said, followed by her cell number and a drawn smiley.  “When are you going to call her?” I asked.

“I’d like to know if I can add Audrey to the equation first, so let’s see what happened and what they talked about,” he said as the video began playing on the computer screen.  It was obvious from the start that the sisters were more interested in watching the porn DVDs than paying attention to Joey.  Of course, he was watching too, and when he commented how hard he was and asked them if they were wet, he got their attention.

Audrey looked at the bulge in his pants and said, “You’re hardly, like, big at all.”

Erin smirked and said, “Yeah I’m wet but not for little dicks like yours.  I want a real man’s cock, like your dad’s.”

Audrey then said, “Joey, can I see it?”

It didn’t take my son long to drop his pants to show her his erection.  Audrey was impressed only because she didn’t have much experience to compare Joey against.  Erin was a different story.  “Put it back in your pants, little man,” she said even as her younger sister leaned over to touch it.  Joey didn’t stop her.

Erin did though, shouting “Don’t encourage him.”

As Joey sulked, the two girls watched the sex unfolding on the TV screen.  They were so rapt they didn’t seem to realize Joey was jerking off right next to them.  Instead, Audrey peppered her older sister with questions she probably asked all the time, like how does it feel (“It feels great if the guy knows what he’s doing and has a good sized cock”) and is she crying (“No, silly, she’s having an orgasm, though that one is faked…you can tell”).

Audrey finally saw what Joey was doing when he grunted and came all over his belly and crotch.  Erin said, “That’s disgusting,” as her sister tried to compare Joey’s output to the movie stud’s money shot.  Her expression said that in her eyes it didn’t compare at all.

Erin surprised Joey by asking him about his father so soon after calling his masturbation disgusting.  “Do you think your mom would freak if I fucked your dad like Linnie did?”

“Ah, like, I guess she wouldn’t,” was Joey’s answer.

Then the surprise was ours, as Erin said to Audrey, “Do you want to watch? You’ve seen what Joey’s dad looks like, and based on what Linnie told me, he probably would love to have you along, and think how much you’ll learn about sex.”

“Really?  But would I have to have sex with him too?”

“Only if you want to,” answered her older sister.

Joe was ecstatic.  However, I reminded him that he couldn’t be too forward.  He had to let Erin make the first move.  She didn’t take long to do so.  On the following Saturday, Audrey made a visit to our house on the pretext that she’d left something behind while babysitting.  Erin was of course with her.  Joe volunteered to help look for the something while I checked the positioning of our bedroom’s cam and started recording.  Then I made a show of taking Joey with me shopping, leaving them alone.  I knew that Erin was bold enough to get right to it with my husband.

When Joey and I arrived home, Joe was grinning ear to ear.

“You scored, didn’t you?” I asked him out of our son’s earshot.  He nodded vigorously.  I couldn’t wait to watch the video.

Late at night, well after Joey went to be, Joe and I popped the cork on some champagne we had, retired to the den, switched on the computer, and got naked.

“Christ, Erin’s a lot bolder than Linnie is, even today,” I declared as we watched her proposition him on camera, with Audrey right there beside her.  Erin laid it all out for him; she wanted his cock and she wanted her sister to watch.  What happened afterward would be up to Audrey.

They got undressed.  Erin did have a great body though a little too soft and chunky for my taste.  Audrey on the other hand was good enough to eat, and that’s what I wished I could do.  After some initial foreplay, mostly of Erin toying with Joe’s manhood (which needed little coaxing to get rigid as he stole glances at luscious Audrey) Erin unrolled a condom onto him and mounted up.  She rode his cock in slow bounces while explaining the mechanics of the position in detail to her enthralled sister as she sat beside them on the bed.  The camera angle was perfect as you could see the younger girl’s outer labia glistening from leaking pussy juices.

I muttered, “Oh how I wish I could get a taste of her sweetness.”

Joe smiled and said, “I did.”

“Did you fuck her?” I asked.

Joe shushed me and said, “Just watch.”

Erin clearly was getting what she wanted.  She’d moan and murmur “You’re so big” and “You’re filling me.”  She either didn’t notice or didn’t care that Joe’s attention was on Audrey throughout.

Joe said to me, “Can you see our eye contact?  At first Audrey looked back and forth between my eyes and my cock, but you see how she kept her eyes on mine?  There!  Watch her shoulders and her chest.”

Just then on the video Joe seemed to blow her a kiss and mouth some words to her, and her shoulders dropped and her nipples visibly darkened.  “She nearly swooned, didn’t she?” I said.

“Yeah, she actually creamed a little, at least that’s what she tasted like.”

I couldn’t wait to watch that.

Erin’s ramp up to climax was a rather long one, however when her orgasm hit she was quite animated and loud, shaking and squealing as if she somehow knew she was on camera.  Whether Joe had cum or not by that time couldn’t be ascertained from watching the video; however when Erin climaxed, Joe pulled Audrey down to him.  Their kiss was long and deep.  Audrey’s lessons had begun, even as Erin looked perturbed that Joe hadn’t given her his full attention.

When their lips parted, Joe said to Audrey, “Did you like watching your sister and me?”

Her answer “Yes” was hoarsely delivered.  She was indeed horny.

That was about the time Joe got behind me as we watched the video and slid his hard cock into my wet and willing cunt.  He was quite aroused from seeing the video; reliving his ecstasy with the two girls.  Holding my hips firmly, he fucked me hard.

On the video Joe settled the young girl on the bed and got between her quivering thighs.  She groaned noisily as Joe began working on her young pussy with his lips and tongue.  While Joe was licking the younger sister, Erin pulled off the spent condom and held it up to the light.  Showing it to dazed Audrey, she said “Look how much he came!”

Audrey stared at the filled condom while who knows what was going through her pretty head, but whatever it was pushed her over the edge and she orgasmed while bucking her hips and crying out.

Joe whispered behind me, “Oh God,” as I felt the spasms of his ejaculating cock deep within me.  I didn’t cum, but one look at the computer’s screen told me how I would.

“So how was it left?” I asked as the video stopped.

“Audrey enjoyed the cunnilingus but she’s still afraid of anything more.”

“What about Erin?”

“Oh, Erin will fuck anyone, but whether she can talk her sister into more I don’t know.”

“She’s sweet, isn’t she,” I said, making it a statement rather than a question.

“Oh yes!” my dear husband said, his spent cock bobbing a few times as he thought about the girl.

 

It took some serious storytelling, but one Saturday I managed to get Audrey over to our house while Joe and Joey were out.  A déjà vu feeling hit me, thinking of how I’d seduced Linnie.

“We need to talk, woman to woman,” I said, which seemed to catch the young girl totally by surprise.  “I know about your sister and my husband, and don’t worry, I’m not angry with you or her.  Was it what you expected it to be…the sex, I mean?”

She blushed deeply (and on her it really stood out) as she said, “I didn’t, like, have sex with him.  He just used his mouth…”

“It’s called oral sex.  He’s pretty good at that.  Did you like it?”

She didn’t know what to say at first, but eventually she nodded enthusiastically.

I said, “You know, women are much better at that than men are.  When you babysit Joey, do you watch any of the videos?”  I picked up a girl-girl DVD, saying “Maybe this one?”  I didn’t bother waiting for an answer, slipping the DVD into the player.  “It’s my favorite.”  It did the trick with Linnie, and I was hoping lightning would strike twice.  As Audrey watched the action with awe, I pulled out my cell phone and called Linnie. After I put my plan to her, she agreed to come right over.  Joe may have soured on Linnie as a sex partner, but I hadn’t.

Audrey greeted Linnie warmly, and right away they began to discuss the sex being played out on the DVD video.  We three females, with our age difference, still talked openly about our sexual gratification as I joined the conversation.  Linnie boldly asked the younger girl, “Are you as horny watching this as I am?”

Audrey blushed and said in response, “I’m wet.  I can feel it.”

I said, “It’s you two that are making me wet.”

It only took one more all-girl scene before we were out of our clothes and licking each other.  Audrey was mine.

Joe was right.  The young girl’s pussy was like a flower that bloomed just for me.  She tasted so sweet, her flower’s nectar only getting sweeter as she approached orgasm.  Linnie was between my legs when I whispered to her, “How can I concentrate…” (one more tongue twirl around Audrey’s clit) “…on Audrey while you’re…” (lick, lick) “…doing that to me?”  She didn’t answer, nor did she stop.  I came so stupendously I knew I squirted all over Linnie’s tender lips.  It wasn’t until my convulsions eased a bit before I went back at Audrey and she in turn coated my lips and tongue.

We then coached Audrey in cunnilingus on Linnie.  I think Linnie faked her orgasm a bit as a bolster to Audrey’s ego, though Audrey looked as if she was really into it.  With a little more practice the girl will be a pro—like my Linnie.

Linnie never disappointed me.  After I gave Audrey another orgasm, she said, “Are you ready for cock?” and after Audrey nodded, said “Have you seen Joey’s dad’s?”

“Yes, but it looks way too big.  Will it fit?”

Linnie chuckled, “Oh yeah, it’ll fit when the time comes, and you’ll be spoiled for life on big cocks.  I know.”

Audrey’s gaze told me she was imagining the experience.  She said, “Erin liked it.  I know.”

My husband was about to get his wish again.

 

 

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