BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 6

A Whole New Experience

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Let me tell you, you're kidding yourself if you think that a four year old can keep a secret.� Lisa was home just twenty minutes that evening before she told her Daddy all about the new game Granpa had taught her that day.

"Bill, Mike," said the now familiar voice over the phone.� "What's this Lisa tells me about you putting your dick in her pussy?"

"I didn't put my dick in her pussy, Mike," I explained to the little girl's father, "I just, uh, rubbed it along her, uh, slit."

"Oh, okay," he replied.� "Then you won't mind showing me exactly what you did to my little girl, will you." He didn't sound all that happy to me.

"Well, uh..."

"What's the problem, Bill?" he asked.

"Well, if you want to watch..."

He laughed, "Damned right I want to watch.� Fuck, my poor dick is so hard it hurts."

Relieved, I moseyed over next door.�� Staci greeted me at the door.

"Daddy, I'm so glad you could come over," she said with a smile and fire in her eyes while she rubbed my dick through my shorts.� I don't think I'll ever get used to how forward that woman can be.� The door wasn't even fully closed yet and zip, my shorts were down around my ankles leaving me standing there in just my t-shirt with my dick in the warm embrace of her hand.

"Leave the poor man alone, Staci," her husband admonished her.�

Releasing my cock she whined, "You never let me have any fun, Mike."

"You can fuck him later, baby."

"I'd like that," she replied with a wicked grin.� Did anybody ask me if I wanted to fuck Staci?� No, they didn't, but I'll forgive them for that breech of etiquette.� At that point it was hard to tell who I had the hots for more, the mother or the daughter.� Not that it mattered, as I could have both, so long as Mike could watch!

Mike offered me a chair, not a plush chair, but one from the dining room.� I damned near fell on my ass when I tried to free my feet of my cargo shorts, the shorts having gotten hung up on my sandals.� I managed not to make a scene, which was a good thing as it would've been difficult to explain how I had hurt myself to the paramedics.�

I sat in the offered chair in just my shirt and sandals while Staci fetched me a beer.�

"So you were sitting in a chair like this?" Mike asked with his video camera in hand.

"No, I was sitting in my Lazy Boy," I replied.

"Oh, would you be more comfortable in my recliner?"

"That's alright, Mike.� This will do," I answered.

Even after all that had happened the past few weeks and days, I still couldn't believe what I was about to do, or why I was doing it.� At home earlier today, it just happened.� Now I was going to perform like some trained dog for the immediate amusement and salacious pleasure of the little girl's perverted dad and for Lord who knows who in the future.

"Granpa!� Granpa!� Granpa!" I heard my little sex toy call out.� She burst from behind her daddy and leapt into my naked lap.�

Leaning into her I whispered, "You weren't supposed to tell your mommy or daddy."� She didn't say anything, but cut her eyes to the side and away� from me.� A few seconds passed and she looked me right the eye smiling, stood in my lap and kissed me on the lips.� My hands lightly gripped her bare buttocks to hold her to me as we dueled with the other's tongue for a long moment.

Leaning back, safely held in my hands, she broke the kiss, batted her baby blues and said, "Sorry.� Are you mad at me, Granpa?"

"I should be, but seeing that it was your mommy and daddy you told, I'm� not.� But you can't ever tell anyone else about the games we play.� Okay?"

"Kay," she replied with an impish smile, then leaned into me and kissed me again.� After a good tongue fuck and butt massage, she pulled back again and began tugging at my t-shirt.� As I well knew by then, she liked me nude too when she was with me.� I leaned forward slightly to help her strip it off my back, and while doing so, I saw that Mike was busy videotaping the encounter.

Staci delivered my beer and I told her, "I'm going to need some lube."

"For my butt?" she teased.

"Yeah, for your butt later on."

"Promises, promises," she said teasingly.� "You'll be so tired you won't be able to get it up for me," she added with a pout.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to get it up," I replied.

While she went to get some lube for me to use with her little daughter, I took the time to feel up Lisa for her father and his video camera.

By the time Staci got back with a bottle of Astro-Glide, I had Lisa positioned in my lap facing away from me, her little legs outside my thighs splaying her open, my hard cock jutting up between her legs.��

"Just stay there and hand it to me when I ready," I told the mother of the child.� Staci stood by my side, her part in the molestation of the little girl documented.

I really didn't have to do much once Lisa began rubbing her cunt, back and forth, against my cock.� Having practiced this game a few times earlier that afternoon, she was quite astute at the new game.�

"Squirt some of that on my dick," I told the mother nodding towards a bottle of lube she held. She did and Lisa applied more pressure, forcing my now slippery cock into her folds.� Grasping Lisa by the thighs, I spread her wider open and lifted her slightly so that the head of my dick plowed the length of her furrow.� From where I was sitting, it was quite the show.� From Mike's standpoint...

"Fuck!" he muttered. "This is fucking awesome!"

After several minutes her husband barked, "Staci, take the camera." Staci quickly moved to take the camera from her husband who proceed to unzip and take his cock out.��

The assistant cameraman showed her experience, moving around so as to keep her daughter's cunt and my dick in the frame while her husband moved in close, furiously flogging his cock.� He let out a grunt and cum flew from his prick, spattering on his daughter's chest and tummy where it ran down to be smeared by my dick into the depths of her bald cunt.

Having already cum twice that afternoon, so I wasn't sure if I'd be able to cum again, but the whole scene was so perverse that I was able to muster up a load from my balls.� I shot it up onto the little darling's tummy, where it mingled with her father's cum and promptly ran down into her slit.

I began to soften and soon had slipped from the embrace of Lisa's labia, leaving them red, swollen and glistening with goo.

Mike took the camera and ordered his wife, "Lick them clean, slut," which� she promptly did, scouring the cum from her daughter's skin and then going after her pussy.� By then Lisa was practically cationic as her mother licked her cunt and my wilted soggy dick.

After that, I knew I'd had it for the evening and made my excuses.� "Oh, no you don't, Daddy.� You promised you'd fuck me!" Staci declared.� I made no such promise, but Staci was adamant.

"Just stick around, Bill," Mike added.� "You never can tell."

"Look, my dick is done for the night.� I'm not as young as you guys."

"Oh, don't worry about it, Bill.� The evening's young."

So, I agreed to stay a little longer thinking that I might get to see Mike fuck his wife's ass, and knowing that they wouldn't mind if I did.

Lisa had run out of gas, and like all little kids, crashed.� I watched as her mother picked her up from my lap and carried her to bed.� While she was gone, Mike handed me another beer.� For several minutes while Staci was busy in the back, we drank and talked about mundane things.

Staci came back nude, which left only Mike dressed.� She made a great show of showing off her body to Mike and me.� She came up close and shoved her callipygian buttocks in my face.� There was something there, a string it appeared.

"Pull on it," Mike told me.

I pulled and out came a string of anal beads that must have been at least three feet long, with each bead a little bigger than the last, with the final bead slightly larger than a ping pong ball. I'd never seen anything like that before. The way she was moaning while I pulled the beads out, I knew she had enjoyed it. I was then invited to stuff them back up her backside.� That was even more fun than pulling them out!

While I was stuffing his wife's ass with the beads, Mike slipped away for a moment, bringing back a small bag with some sex toys.� With the last bead stuffed up her butt, I slowly pulled them out again.

Rotating her ass as I pulled them out one at a time, she purred, "Mmmmmm, that feels so good, Daddy."

When the last bead popped out of her asshole, Mike dug into the bag and pulled out a faux cock.� This he invited me to use on his wife's ass.� He lubed it up and I slowly inserted it into Staci's anus.

"Mmmmm, yes, Daddy, yes," she moaned.� "That feels divine.� But what I want is your dick, Daddy.� Please, Daddy, can I have your dick up my butt?� You know how much you like that too."

The few times I'd suggested anal to my now deceased wife, she had thrown a fit. The days following my indelicate suggestions were the low points of my marriage.� I'd always wanted to try it, and here was this fine young woman who wanted it and was begging me to sodomize her.� My mind was all for it, but my depleted pecker remained insufficiently impressed to muster up another hard-on.�

"I'd love to fuck your ass, Staci," I told her while working the dildo.� "But I just can't.� Tomorrow maybe, but not tonight."

"Please, Daddy!� Please!"

Fuck me...

"Frig her clit," Mike advised.� I did.� She gasped and then shook as if being electrocuted.� Then with a swoosh of air, she lurched forward away from me and in doing so, yanked the dildo from her ass.� She curled up in a ball at my feet and continued to shake and shudder for a moment. She lay still for several more minutes before uncoiling, her hair now matted with sweat. After a few more minutes she was up and recovered.

"I know," she said.� "Let's play a little game."

I'm not much on games, but what the hell. She had me stand, then she blind folded me. I'm thinking, 'Okay, someone's going to blow me and I'm supposed to guess who.' With that thought, I became a little nervous, not knowing if Mike would actually suck my cock.� And if he did, then what?� Then she tied my hands loosely behind my back.�

"Alright, games over!" I declared.� Whatever this game was, I wasn't playing it.

"Oh, be still, you big baby.� I'm not going to hurt you," she said.� "Now, just relax."

So I stood there blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back while Staci played with my dick.� Okay, so far so good.� Suddenly Mike wraps his arms around me from the back.� Naturally I tried to free myself, but with my hands tied and now my arms locked to my sides...

Then I felt it.� Something had been shot up my piss tube!�

"Okay, god damn it!� That's enough, that's a enough," I shouted while fruitlessly struggling against Mike holding me in place.� Then my dick began to burn.� "Oh, son of a bitch!"

Mike released me and then untied my hands.� As soon as my hands were free I ripped off the blindfold, ready to fight, but by then the burning sensation had passed.� Staci was naked kneeling before me, looking up at me with a smile.

"Okay, what the fuck was that all about?" I asked still broiling.

"Relax, Daddy," she said.� "It was just something to help you out."

"Help me, how?"

"Give it fifteen minutes or so and you'll have the best erection of your life," Mike interjected.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, some guys who have ED..."

"I don't have ED."

"But some who do, put a little medicine up the old piss hole," Mike explained.� "In a few� minutes, you'll be hard as steel. You'll be able to fuck for hours.� How about a beer while the med takes effect?"

He brought me another cold brew and sure enough, in ten minutes I began to get a rise.� In fifteen, I was in fighting trim.� In twenty, I don't remember ever being that hard and I was buried to the root in Staci's ass.� I fucked her solo for a good twenty minutes, adding lube every few minutes to ease the way.� My balls depleted, I wasn't cumming anytime soon.� Still, I was fucking this fine young woman's ass.� Hell, she was young enough to be my daughter, if I had a daughter.

Mike video recorded it for a while, then set his camera up on a tripod so he could join the action.� He had me enter his wife from the rear and then rolled us both over onto my back.� I hooked her ankles with my ankles and spread her open.� Mike came at her from the top.� It was incredible to feel his cock sliding into his wife's pussy through the thin membrane of her ass.� It was tight, needless to say, incredibly tight and I could hardly move. Still I could feel him thrusting in and out of her cunt.

Over the next two hours we fucked her, taking several breaks.� Never once did my prick begin to flag.� Whatever it was they put up my dick was a miracle.� As for Mike, he was wearing a cock ring to keep himself stiff.� I even managed another ejaculation, it wasn't much, but it sure felt good. By the time we were through with her, she was begging us to stop.

I now began to worry about my steely erection.� For one thing, I had rubbed it raw.� More concerning, it had been erect for two hours, something that had never happened to me before, not even close.� Remembering those adds for Viagra, the warning about erections lasting over four hours and the damage that could cause, I began to seriously worry that I might need to seek medical help.�

Mike told me to relax, that it would soon go down.� I dressed and went home, still with a stiffie.� But ten minutes after I came out of the shower, I noticed it was drooping.� Soon it was semi-flaccid, then flaccid.� Relived and thoroughly stated, I got the best night sleep ever.