“… And there’s plenty of snacks in the fridge here, and a pizza in the freezer in case you get hungry,” said Mrs Thompson (“call me Mary”) as we finished the tour. “Now have you got all that?”
“Pajamas at 8, lights off at 8:30, and then pizza and TV until you get home,” I recited, and grinned. “No problem.”
It really wasn’t a problem. It was a nice house, clean, and looked like an easy gig. I hadn’t met the father yet, but Mary seemed friendly. Smiling, and a toucher—a hand on the shoulder to look into my eyes, a touch on the back to guide me from room to room …
“You really are a very pretty girl,” she said suddenly, as she leaned against the kitchen counter—almost as if she had just noticed. “Has anybody mentioned that before?”
I blushed, a little, ducking my eyes. “It’s come up,” I murmured. Truth was, people were always mentioning it, and I didn’t know how to handle it. I was small and cute and blonde, but I hadn’t done anything to be those things. I was more proud of my grades and my writing—things I’d worked at—but people didn’t often seem to see that.
“Oh, listen to me, first I’m talking your ear off, and now I’m embarrassing you. I’m just going to get something to drink. All this talking has got me all dried out!” She rummaged in the fridge and poured herself some lemonade while I looked around the kitchen. I had the nagging sense of something off, or something … missing? What had I missed? Something in the house tour?
“I asked if you drink, honey … Were you somewhere else for a second?”
“I wasn’t—I mean I don’t—” I tried to answer two questions at once and got confused. “No, I’m not old enough,” I said. “I just turned 18.”
“Oh, an innocent!” she crowed (which I thought was a little odd, as she probably wouldn’t have wanted her new babysitter to confess to being an alcoholic!). “Then you’ll just have some of this lemonade. It’s very good, my husband makes it himself. Have this glass, I haven’t drunk any yet.”
I was a little off balance, and flustered, so without thinking I accepted the glass and took an obedient swallow. I must have needed it more than I thought because I gasped as it hit the back of my throat. “Mmm, it’s good!”
“Isn’t it? Let’s see now, where was I … Oh yes, another glass for me …”
I sipped the lemonade again. It was tart, and sweet, and something else I couldn’t quite name. For all I knew, the couple could make lemonade with vodka—I wouldn’t have recognized the taste! It was very good, though, whatever it was, and I was suddenly greedy for more, lots more … I guzzled half the glass in seconds.
A warmth spread through me almost immediately, my muscles relaxing just a bit. I felt myself smiling easily, and a little sillily. Sillillilly? A silly, dopey sort of smile.
“Oh my, I guess you did like that. Here, let me take the glass for you, sweetheart, don’t want you to drop it …”
My vision was kind of swimmy and I felt kinda … slow, and relaxed … Happy! I liked it! I struggled to focus on Mary’s eyes again as she touched my arm.
“It’s so sweet, the way girls are raised to want to get along with others …” she purred, stroking my hair. “From such a young age, taught to agree, to serve, to play along … to do as they’re told … And even taught to like it! To want it! To want to be a good girl …”
Her hands were on my hips, and she was leaning over me, her face very close.
“You like doing what you’re told, don’t you, Chloe? You like being a good girl?”
And without waiting for an answer, she kissed me! Her lips were warm, and soft, and sent shockwaves through my system. My heart was racing! And I—I melted. There’s no other word for it. I sagged into her, pouring myself into her mouth and dripping down the front of her body. I offered no resistance as she opened my mouth with her tongue and began to explore the inside … On the contrary, I sucked on her tongue hungrily!
I had never dreamed that my first kiss would be with an older woman …
“Oh, you are delicious,” she said huskily. “It feels so good to obey, doesn’t it … Feels so good to do what you’re told, without thinking …”
“Uh huh,” I whimpered, leaning my head back as she nipped at my throat.
The palms of her hands were warm on my stomach, my sides, as she explored under my tee shirt. “Let’s just take this off, honey, you don’t want that in the way … And you don’t want this bra anymore either, do you …”
I acquiesced meekly … Anything to keep her touching me, kissing me, murmuring into my ear …
“Mmmmm … What beautifully perky breasts you have, sugar! And with such big fat nipples … I know these must be extra sensitive, huh?”
I moaned as she stroked them, pinched them, cupping my boobs in her warm hands as she teased my nipples. I couldn’t think straight! Couldn’t think of anything except that I would do whatever she wanted as long as she kept making me feel like this …
“Well well well …” came another voice, and my eyes flew open at his deep baritone, and the knowing smirk in his voice. “And who do we have here?”
Mary moved fluidly behind me, still stroking my skin here, there, and everywhere. I was topless in his kitchen, his wife’s hands all over me, and he didn’t even seem surprised. She nibbled my ear and pressed her tits into my back as she presented me.
“It’s our babysitter, honey! Look!”
“Another babysitter? You know, one of these days …”
“Sshhh. Chloe, this is Adam. Adam, Chloe here is feeling very good right now. She feels like a horny little slut, don’t you honey?”
“Uh huh …” I whimpered. Any ability to resist, or even to think straight, was dripping out of my drooling cunny.
“And look at these beautiful perky tits with big fat nipples, they’re so sensitive …” She kneaded them, showing them off to Adam. My brain was buzzing, I was barely aware of anything beyond the unending pleasure.
“Why, I bet someone who plays with these could get you to do almost anything, couldn’t they?” she cooed.
I’d never really thought about it … But it seemed she was right!! I couldn’t stop staring at her husband’s bulge, and I knew whatever either of them asked of me, I would willingly do it …
He stepped forward. “Feeling needy?”
“Sub- uhh … Submissive …”
Another pinch, and my knees almost gave out. “Compliant,” I gasped. “Obedient. Desperate …”
I hurried to comply, struggling out of my jeans. Mary helped me from behind, pulling them down to my ankles as Adam held me pinned with his eyes. He cupped my face with one hand, stroking my cheek with his thumb. I looked up at him, dazed.
“You’re going to suck my cock today,” he murmured matter-of-factly, and as soon as he said it I knew it was true. “Have you ever sucked cock before?”
“No sir,” I whispered meekly.
“That’s all right. I’ll teach you to be my little Chloe Cocksucker.” He slipped his thumb gently between my lips. “Suck.”
I closed my eyes and gently suckled on his thumb, only dimly aware of his wife’s hands stripping my panties down my legs. I was completely nude, sandwiched between these two fully clothed older people, and I felt so submissive. So docile. So eager to serve.
I sank down, still blissfully suckling on his thumb. His wife’s hands were on my breasts again, playing with my nipples, calling them my “slave buttons.” I don’t know how long I knelt like that, my mind far away, just sucking and squirming as electricity shot through my young body in new and unexpected ways, as she whispered in my ear about obedience and pleasure.
Finally he withdrew his thumb from my mouth with a wet pop. My eyes only half opened as I leaned mindlessly forward, my open lips seeking, the way a sleepy infant’s mouth would seek out the nipple it had lost. As if through a fog I saw Adam opening his pants, and his thick cock appear. He fed the head past my eager lips, and my eyes closed again in languorous bliss.
I sucked, and the head kept growing. I sucked, and he kept pushing. That hot, pulsing meat filled my mouth. Mary stroked my hair and pushed my head forward as he thrust in and out of my unresisting wet mouth, filling my throat every few strokes. I had the floaty sensation that my head was nothing but a hot wet hole for his use—and that the rest of my body didn’t exist—and I loved it …
Mary grabbed her husband’s thick hard cock in one hand and started stroking it into my mouth. She knelt next to me, playing with my tits, coaxing me to keep my mouth open, tongue out, ready for his seed. But just before he exploded, she stopped. “Not yet,” she purred, and slowly licked his length, making it lurch. A milky pearl appeared at the tip. She looked up at him, her eyes big.
“I want to see you in her pussy.”
They each took one of my hands and led me, in a daze, to their bedroom. Laid me out on the bed, legs spread wide. Adam’s cock looked massive as he stood above me, Mary lying beside me, and I started to get nervous.
“I think I … I think I should …” I started, but I felt my dripping slit throb as I looked at it.
I licked my lips. “I don’t know if I should …”
“Sshhh, ssshhh, honey,” she whispered in my ear, as she began caressing my nipples. “Needy … Compliant … Horny … Submissive …”
My eyelids fluttered as I gave in to her touch, and her words.
He pressed against my tight cunt, opening me up. I gasped. It hurt, but it hurt good … Her mouth was on my aching bud, sucking, licking, distracting, as he speared into me, inch by agonizing slow inch. Pulling out a little, then pushing farther in … Again, and again … The pain … I wanted more of it … The pleasure … I wanted it to stop … I whimpered …
He bottomed out, filling me completely, and my outstretched feet tensed. My toes curled. I stared at him, a little frightened, as I watched his face change. His eyes grew heavy-lidded and hooded as his chin came down. He was a man no longer, but a beast, and he glowered at me through his eyebrows as his jaw went slack with raw animal need. As he started to pull out, ready for the first of many hard primitive thrusts, a little drool collected on his lip. I knew he would have no mercy.
And I knew I would be back for more babysitting soon.
As he slammed into me, she bit down on my nipple, and I threw my head back. That first scream was not of pleasure.
But all the others after it … were.
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