Author: Paco Andante
Title: Caught!
Keywords: MFf, fsolo, toys, oral, piv, anal

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descriptions of sexual activities, including some that may be considered 
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					Caught!
					by Paco Andante
					
                                                 Friday, April 20,2012
Dear brand new diary;

I have to tell someone or something or I'll just burst. And that's why 
I'm starting this diary.

My name is Mandy. That's short for Amanda, but nobody calls me that. I am 
an "A" student in high school, and "cute." Or at least that's what 
people say. I don't have a boyfriend; none of the boys I know in school 
interest me at all. They're either too geeky or too self-interested and, 
well, you know.

I like to be able to buy myself nice things. Not real expensive things, 
but nice things, so I babysit for folks in the neighborhood. My parents 
think this is a Good Thing, so that I "learn the value of work," as my 
Dad says. 

The Nelsons two blocks over are regular customers. I like sitting for them. 
They are a nice couple, and though they are about twice my age, they 
don't look or act old. And their four year old girl, Sally, is a sweetie. 
She never gives me any guff, and is always fast asleep by nine o'clock. 
OK, I make sure she's worn out by playing with her, and she loves it. 
Then I have peace and quiet, and can finish my homework or watch their 
big-screen TV.

The Nelson's go out almost every Thursday night. I think they play Bridge 
or something, and they are like clockwork. They leave at seven and come 
home at eleven. You could set your watch by them. 

Except yesterday. 

The night started like any other. I arrived with my homework at quarter to 
seven, got my instructions (the usual stuff) from Alice Nelson, a smile 
from James Nelson, and they were off. Sally was ready for fun and wanted 
to play "hide and go seek," so I dumped my books on the couch, hid my face 
and started counting. 

Sally squealed in delight and I could hear her footsteps as she went off 
to hide. She always hides in a closet, but I don't let on that I know, and 
make a noisy big deal of looking for her before finding her in one closet 
or another. 

Then it was my turn to hide. I don't make it easy for Sally, she's too 
smart a little girl. I hid under the bed in her parents' room, no lights on. 
As I was rolling under, I bumped my head on a large wooden box. I almost 
gave myself away by saying "ouch," but bit my lip and kept quiet. I was 
curious what would be in a box under the bed. I could hear Sally so I knew 
where she was, and when she went into another room, by the light coming in 
the open door, I peeked into the box. 

Holy cow! There were all kinds of sex toys in there. I closed the box and 
decided to come back and check it out after Sally's bedtime. 

I played with her until almost nine, then we sat and talked a while to let 
her calm down, and then I helped her change into her jammies and go to 
bed. But all the while I kept thinking about that box. 

I could hardly wait for her to fall asleep, but I used the time to finish 
my homework, and in a half hour I checked and saw that Sally was asleep, 
then got the box out from under the bed. 

Well, what an eyeopener! I had no idea of the kinds of toys that there 
were. There were vibrators, of course, some smooth, some penis-shaped, but 
there was also a ring gadget a guy could slip on that would turn his dick 
into a vibrator. There was a strap-on penis that was positively huge. 
There were pear-shaped plugs in several sizes that must have been for the 
butt, including one that inflated with a squeeze bulb. There were cock 
rings with ticklers for her clit, a contraption of adjustable leather 
straps that I puzzled over 'til I figured it must fasten around a guy's 
cock and balls. And there was a male version of a vibrator for him to 
stick his penis into.  

I had to giggle thinking of those ordinary, good-looking people, the 
Nelsons, using these things with each other while their little girl slept 
in the other room. How sexy! How wicked! How HOT! My panties were getting 
wet, and not from pee! 

There was one dildo that got my attention more than the others. It was 
colored a realistic fleshy pink, was about six or seven inches long and 
maybe an inch-and-a-quarter across. It had a helmet-shaped head with 
flared ridges that bulged out from the shaft. And on the other end it had
a suction cup so it could be attached to anything flat.  

I tried to imagine Alice Nelson naked, sitting on this thing while Jim 
watched, maybe with one of those other gadgets on his cock. 

I had never done much with a boy, and I had never played with a dildo, but 
I took my own cherry by accident last year with the handle of a hairbrush. 
It had scared me silly when my hymen broke, and there was a little blood, 
but that handle had felt really good in me, so I kept on playing and 
eventually I came. 

So now I was bewitched by this pink dildo. I ran my fingers over that 
fake cock. With my fingertips I felt the fake veins along the shaft and the 
flared head. It felt really nice. The more I handled it the hotter I got. 
I thought about how that ridged head would feel inside me. 

I wanted it in me!

So I checked on Sally once more, just to be sure, and then went back to 
the living room. With the dildo. 

Then I kicked off my shoes, stripped off my jeans, yanked my panties away 
and stuck the suction cup of the dildo on a corner of the coffee table. 
God, how sexy it looked, sticking up like that! 

I turned around and squatted over it and slowly lowered my already sopping 
slit onto it. Oh, how cool it was to feel that big head part my lips 
and slither up into me! And how it filled me up as I slowly sank down. 

I kind'a went up and down, sinking a little more each time, and finally I
dropped down until I was actually sitting on the coffee table, totally 
awesomely staked! 

For a while I just sat there, feeling it inside me, just squeezing it with 
my inside muscles. But then I just had to move. So I did some knee bends. 
Then I pressed my thighs together and used my arms and legs to raise and 
lower myself. Then I bent forward and hugged my knees as I rocked up and 
down on it. 

Oh, it felt so good! 

I spread my legs really wide, and using both my legs and arms, raised and 
lowered myself. Up and down, up and down, in and out, in and out. It got 
better and better, so I just went a little faster. 

I came. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling, I didn't want to wake 
Sally up. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had. But even after I cooled 
back down, I couldn't stop yet. My blouse and bra went flying. I wanted to 
be naked, to squeeze my nipples as I fucked myself with that wonderful 
thing.

I was in the middle of my third orgasm when the front door opened behind 
me. The Nelson's were home EARLY! They NEVER were early! OH MY GOD! 
OH SHIT! OH SHIT! OH SHIT! I'M CAUGHT! Caught using their toys, and I'm 
NAKED, and I'm COMING and I CAN'T STOP coming! 

Still convulsing in my orgasm I tried to cover myself, but there was 
nothing handy. 

Well, they didn't make a fuss. They just gasped in surprise, then closed 
the door quickly behind them, and stood watching me come. Still shuddering, 
I started to get up off the table and the dildo. But Mrs Nelson put a 
firm hand on my shoulder and said, "Don't get up. Let the good feelings 
wash over you. There's no hurry, it's too late to hide anyway." 

When my shuddering ended and I stopped climaxing, I really started worrying.
But instead of yelling at me, or being angry, they just grinned and hugged 
each other, watching me. Well, of course my orgasm was over, but I was 
still sitting impaled on that toy, a little puddle of my juices on the 
corner of the table between my legs. And all of my body was on display. And 
not just to her, but to Mr Nelson, too. And he just quietly sat down on the 
couch right in front of me! I could see a growing bulge in his pants.  

Their being so quiet about it seemed scarier than if they'd made a fuss. 
Were they going to make me sit on that thing while they called my parents? 
"Come on over and see what your kid's been up to?" 

My God, my Mother would skin me alive, and don't even think about how my 
Father would react! And of course I had certainly lost good customers. Oh 
God, they might tell the whole neighborhood! I'd NEVER get another sitting 
job, EVER! Will they take pictures? What humiliation! I was sort of in 
shock. It never occurred to me that it was THEIR toy, and they might not 
want anybody to know they had such things. 

I tried again to get up off the table and the dildo, but Mr Nelson stopped 
me with a firm, strong hand on my shoulder. I wanted desperately to be 
somewhere else, or at least to get my clothes back on. 

"So," Mr Nelson asked quietly, "how long have you known about our toy box?" 

"I just found it tonight," I stammered, weakly. 

"And you just had to try it out. So, how does my pet feel inside you?" Mrs 
Nelson asked.

"Wonderful," I whispered.

"But not as good as a real one, right?" 

"I don't know," I answered her, truthfully.

"Oh? So you never...?" 

"No." 

"But this wasn't your first, um, ride?"

"No."  

"And what about Sally?" 

"She's asleep in her room." 

So Mrs Nelson went to go look, and I started to get up again. 

"Don't get up," Mr Nelson commanded, gently moving my knees back apart. 

I was very afraid of what would happen next. What would they do? Would they 
tell my parents? Would I be out of my steady job here? Why didn't they 
just let me get the Hell out? And here I was with a fake cock in me, with 
a man looking right at the spot where it disappeared in me, and my sparse 
blonde bush hardly covered anything, and not to mention that he saw my 
tits and all the rest of me, too.

Mrs Nelson came back and nodded her head, "She's sleeping soundly," she 
said and to my shock began pulling her dress up over her head. 

Oh my God, what was she doing? 

She dropped the straps of her bra, and her full breasts, bigger than mine, 
came out. She had small, dark-pink areolas and long nipples. 

"So, you found our 'toy box' and just decided to try one out," Mr Nelson 
said, grinning as he reached up and unhooked the bra for her and tossed 
it away.  

"And you liked it," Mrs Nelson added.

"I should say so," Mr Nelson quipped. "She was coming when we walked in. 
Was that your first orgasm tonight?" 

"No, sir," I whispered, turning even redder than I already was.

"Seems she really liked your pet, Alice," Mr Nelson grinned. "Mandy really 
looks sexy sitting on it like that." 

Mrs Nelson sat down on the edge of the arm of the couch. Her sheer panties 
didn't hide much, so I could see that she shaved, and that she was getting 
wet. The bulge in Mr Nelson's trousers had grown quite large as well. 

Like I said, I was kind of in shock. I didn't know what to say or do. But 
I was very conscious of sitting impaled on Mrs Nelson's "pet."

"Her pussy is really cute, stuffed full like that, isn't it Jim?" 

"And look at the puddle she made," he answered. 

"Don't be scared, Mandy," Mrs Nelson smiled, touching my face, "We won't 
tell on you. In fact, we'd like to help you with your... education, 
wouldn't we, Jim?" 

"Oh, yes," he said, grinning. 

"Did you ever see a real one?" Mrs Nelson asked. 

"No." 

"I think she would like to see a real one, Jim. Wouldn't you, Mandy?" she 
asked.

Without waiting for an answer, Mr Nelson zipped down his fly and dug out 
his cock. It was actually quite nice looking. Circumcised and about the 
same size and shape as the fake one still way up in me, and with a nice 
big head. I could see a little drop of stuff was forming at the tip.  

It scared me even more, that he did that, so cool and quiet.  

Mrs Nelson continued, "I like the one you're sitting on because it's so 
much like Jim's real one, even though it doesn't move like his does. 

"On the other hand," she grinned, "it never gets tired or soft." 

As scared as I was, I still was fascinated by Mr Nelson's cock, and I 
admit, also Mrs Nelson's trim body and big breasts. Though I had dried up 
after I'd been caught, I was starting to get damp again. And I wanted to 
move on what was still way inside me. I didn't dare, though. 

"Did you ever touch a real one?" Mrs Nelson asked. 

I just shook my head, no.

"Not even through a boy's pants?" 

"No." 

"Time you did," she said, and he added, "Go ahead, I won't mind." 

So I reached out and touched it. Unlike the dildo, it was warm, it 
throbbed and felt, well, alive. The skin of the head was silky and smooth, 
and that drop of liquid, now bigger, was sticky and slippery when I 
smeared it over the head. The shaft was, like, squeezable even though it 
was very firm. I really liked touching it.  

I couldn't help but move my hips up and down a little. Mrs Nelson noticed 
and winked. She leaned over and unbuttoned Mr Nelson's shirt and pulled it 
open, then ran her hands over his chest. She undid his belt and pants 
button, and said, "Take 'em off, Jim." 

Mr Nelson stood up and I had to sit back or be hit on my nose by his cock. 
He dropped his shirt, pants and underwear, kicked them away and just stood 
there. It made me so hot, in spite of my embarrassment and lingering fear. 
But I just grabbed his cock with one hand and his balls with the other 
and played. And I admit, I bounced a little on that thing still in me. 
It felt so good on the "itch" that came with getting wet. 

Mrs Nelson laughed and put one hand into her panties and started playing 
in there while her other hand joined mine on Mr Nelson's cock. 

"Go ahead, Mandy," she said, "enjoy yourself on my pet. I want to watch 
you come again. Don't you want to see her come again, Jim?" 

"Yeah. Go on, Mandy. Move that pert little butt up and down. She's got a 
really sexy little butt, doesn't she, Alice?"

Mrs Nelson just grinned and nodded.
 
Well, so I did move, and at the same time followed Mrs Nelson's lead in 
moving my hand up and down on Mr Nelson's cock, gently jacking him. Then 
Mr Nelson put both hands on the side of my head and pulled me toward him, 
and Mrs Nelson said, "Go on, Mandy, kiss it." 

Well, the girls at school talked about giving guys a blow job, but I had 
always thought, "Oh yuck." But now, with a real cock, and a nice-looking 
one at that, right in front of my face, and feeling so good myself, it 
didn't seem so yucky at all. So I took the head right into my mouth, 
pursed my lips around it and tongued it all over. And I bounced my hips 
up and down even more. 

I was beginning to really get into giving my first blow job when Mrs Nelson 
reached down between my legs and twiddled my button and I came right away. 
It was a really big one. I had never come so hard in my life, or had it 
last so long. I heard the Nelsons talking, but I didn't know what they 
were saying, because I was so gone. I know Mrs Nelson kept thrumming my 
clitty while Mr Nelson tweaked my nipples as I bounced, and I moaned my 
pleasure around his cock in my mouth. 

When I returned to Earth, they let me get off the table and sit down on 
the couch. Actually, it was more like collapse on the couch. I heard them 
say things like "Awesome," and "A real little hottie." And then I saw Mrs 
Nelson take my place over the table corner while Mr Nelson stood over her 
and she put his cock in her mouth. I was so drained and feeling so very 
good, I didn't care what they did. But I couldn't help but watch as she 
slipped her shaved pussy onto that fake cock while she had Mr Nelson's real 
one in her mouth. And in no time it was Mrs Nelson that was moaning and 
quivering, coming like crazy herself. 

And then she was kneeling on the couch next to me, panting. Her ass was up 
in the air, her boobs hanging down on the back of the couch, and Mr Nelson 
was kneeling behind her. He slapped her once on each ass cheek making them 
jiggle, and then he buried his cock in her pussy. He grunted and she 
started moaning, and he tweaked her nipples, and soon she came again. Her 
big nipples stood up and she sort of curled up and uncurled her body and 
made huffing sounds. 

When it was over, she sat down, or maybe I should say fell down. And I saw 
to my surprise that Mr Nelson still had a woodie! And he came over to me.  
He smiled and motioned for me to get up on my knees like Mrs Nelson had, 
and, God help me, I did, my smaller boobs hanging down the back of the 
couch too. 

Mr Nelson was gentler with me, sliding into me slowly, but all the same 
deeply. His cock looked about the same size as the dildo I had ridden 
before, but it sure felt bigger, maybe because it moved on its own, or 
because it pulsed and throbbed in me, I don't know. Anyway it felt really 
good in me, so I started to buck back at him. But he grabbed my hips with 
his hands and held me still, pushing into me until his dark hairs mingled 
with my blonde curls, and I could feel his body bump against me. I waited 
for him to move in me, but he just stayed still, his cock throbbing and 
once in a while kind'a jumping in me. 

Mr Nelson whispered, "Ohh, she's so hot, wet and tight."

Mrs Nelson said, "Don't you dare come in her and knock her up!" 

Mr Nelson laughed and said something I didn't catch, and then Mrs Nelson 
laughed, too. In a moment she came over next to us, and I felt her hands 
rubbing over my back, my sides and my rump. She cupped my breasts. She 
caressed my butt and stroked my tummy. Then she pushed a finger against my 
little back door and teased it. 

"Oh!" I yelped in surprise.

But it really felt good, with his cock filling my pussy and her soft 
caresses on me all over, even on my pucker. And then she slipped the 
finger in. I wondered at how easily it just slipped right in. Then I 
saw Mrs Nelson had a tube of K-Y in her other hand. She wiggled her 
finger around a little and that felt good, too, so I just scrunched 
down and put my head on the back of the couch and closed my eyes. Then 
two slippery fingers slithered into me and I started to wonder what was 
going on. Mr Nelson pulled part way out of my pussy, and I felt a cold 
wetness as Mrs Nelson put a glob of the jelly on my rear and then pulled 
my ass cheeks apart. Mr Nelson rubbed the K-Y around my little hole and 
stuck his thumb in there. 

I started to say something about not wanting that, the "back door" thing, 
but before I could say anything, he pulled all the way out of me and 
pushed his big cock head against my little bottom hole! And with the 
lube and all, and me so mellowed out, the head just popped in right away. 

It felt so damn big! It took my breath away. And then he pushed some more 
and I felt it go up me, and up me some more and then still more up me. 
And then his belly was up against my rump and his balls slapped my pussy. 

I had heard of ass-fucking, and I thought it would hurt like Hell, but it 
didn't hurt, not at all. But his cock sure felt BIG. I felt like I was 
going to split open! Even though it was starting to feel good, I thought 
I should object, so I murmured, "What are you doing?" They both just 
chuckled. 

"I won't hurt you," he whispered in my ear. 

Mrs Nelson resumed caressing my body, trailing her fingertips over my 
back, sides, rump and boobs, and softly crooning in my ear things like, 
"Relax. Let it happen. Don't resist, it's real good if you just let it."  

Mr Nelson held his breath a moment and then let out a huge sigh, and then 
started to move in me. I didn't think it would feel good in the ass, but 
it sure did. And it made me feel really filled up. And oddly, although 
there was nothing in it, it made my pussy feel good, too. 

Mrs Nelson kept fondling me, and I saw that her other hand was doing 
something to Mr Nelson, too. I don't know just what, and I didn't care. 

His cock felt like it was going to split me like a fireplace log, and as 
though it knew what I was thinking, his cock felt like it got bigger as he 
gently plowed my guts. He moved a hand down to my pussy and started to 
massage it in time to his thrusts into my ass. And Mrs Nelson was playing 
with my nipples. Soon I wasn't caring about anything but the unbelievably 
fantastic sensations that were overtaking my body. Waves of pleasure swept 
over me in time with his thrusts, getting faster and faster, my nipples 
caught on fire, my pussy was in flames, my asshole started to squeeze down, 
and then it was exploding...

And then I came. 

My body clenched up in spasm after spasm. Mr Nelson's cock in my ass felt 
as big as a telephone pole as my insides fluttered, gripped it, released, 
and gripped it again, over and over. I came for a long while. And then, 
just as I thought I was winding down, with a long drawn-out moan, Mr 
Nelson stabbed way up deep in me and his cock jumped and pulsed in there, 
and I felt his body jerk with his own spasms. Someone, Mrs Nelson I think, 
pinched my clit, sending me over the top again. We moaned together as I 
felt his body move on my back. I can't say for sure that I could feel him 
squirting in my insides, what with my coming too. I think I did, one jet 
after another. And then, while I was still shuddering, his pole resumed 
stroking gently in there. 

At last it was over. Mr Nelson's penis, still impaling me, began to soften 
and shrink. And I began to return to reality. 

My God, what time was it? My parents... But it was only just eleven. 

The three of us snuggled, naked and quietly exhausted for a while. I 
started worrying again.  

Then Mrs Nelson said, "Well, Mandy, it's getting late, so I'd better drive 
you home now. But, can you sit for Sally again, say on Saturday?" 

I said yes.