The Baby Sitter

“Bloody teenagers, never reliable,” Gabby looked at her watch again, they were going to be late. They would have to find a new babysitter, Melissa was far too unreliable.

Greg groaned, he was looking forward to the movie and just a rare night out away from the hum-drum world at home. His marriage, their ten year marriage, was heading for disaster even though their child was only five years old. So this was an attempt to rekindle the old feelings that the couple had shared. And to fuck for the first time for too long. Now even that seems to be going wrong.

Finally the door bell rang and Gabby's head was filled with expletives which if she wasn’t careful would race to her tongue and… well, that would be the end of their long anticipated night out. She wrenched open the front door and drew a deep breath, which she let out as a long sigh that could have been mistaken for a “oooooooh”. Standing there was sex on legs in the form of a man, a man younger than her thirty-five years, and he was a hunk.

“Um...” Gabby paused, “um...”, she repeated vacuously.

The young man smiled, Gabby clenched her butt cheeks and smoothed the front of her dress barely able to resist pressing it to her crotch. “Hello I’m John, Melissa's step-brother,” he paused when he saw her glazed eyes. “She can't make it tonight so she sent me along, would that be acceptable?”, he explained.

Gabby's mind's eye had her looking down her naked belly at dark, curly hair as his lips sucked at her pussy and his tongue tormented her clitoris. “Um...”. She decided not to try to talk just yet but indicated the young man to pass her. It was no accident that he had to brush past her as she blocked the hallway. He smelled of... of... a male, a young virile male. His smile so close to her face had her clenching not only her butt cheeks but the internal muscles of her vagina.

Greg called the number of Melissa's parents to verify that John was indeed who he claimed to be. His step-mother, Melissa's mother confirmed that her daughter was indisposed and that John was an experienced baby-sitter at twenty-two years of age.

At the cinema Greg was enjoying the movie and Gabby too was enthralled by the images that she was experiencing; John's cock dangling above her face as his mouth brought back memories of her youth when she had first discovered the '69' position; tongue penetrating her folds, teeth nibbling an inflamed clit, her fluids flooding his attentive face.

Greg turned to her with a concerned look, “not a migraine, tonight of all nights?” he groaned.

She nodded and pulled an apologetic face, how else could she explain her sudden moan of sexual pleasure at the images that were now reluctantly leaving her mind's eye?

He told his wife to go to the car and if she felt well enough to drive home, he would have to go on to the restaurant booked for a late romantic supper then grab a taxi home. Gabby kissed him and left the cinema.

Walking to the car her brain clicked into high gear, providing her with a plan of action and images of the potential that the plan held; his cock was now fully erect and pulsing its demand to be sheathed. Her pussy tuned into the message and demanded to be filled with John's man flesh. Man and woman, John and Gabby were in a kitchen, her foot placed on a work surface his phallus inching between bloated labia.

At the car Gabby reached under her dress and dragged the specially purchased panties from her hips, tearing the clinging fabric from her moist, grabbing lips and stepping out of the tiny garment. Knees apart, oblivious of who might be around the parking area to see her, she plunged three fingers into her vulva, and stroked fast and deep. In her mouth the fingers tasted musty but sweet, so different to the taste of the same fluid coated on her husband's cock.

Gabby stopped the car a way down the street from their house and walked bare foot to the front door. Inserting the key into the lock as quietly as possible she slipped into the house. In the living area only a reading lamp glowed, the rest of the room was dark.

The only sound was coming from an armchair, it was the sound of heavy breathing. Intense light from the reading lamp illuminated a pair of naked thighs from knees to hips, and from naked chest to hips. In the centre of the pool of light a blur of a fist pummelling a cock the like of which she had only ever heard, and caused Gabby to clamp a hand over her mouth as she involuntarily drew in a deep breath.

John's face was a study in concentration, determination, and, for want of a better description, pain thought Gabby. The veins in his neck and forehead were distended with the sheer effort that he was putting into bringing that monster phallus to orgasm. Should she let him continue to his goal, or stop him now before he attained it, or, better still perhaps, wait for that split second of ejaculation and reap the product that sped from his sac to burst forth to... to be wasted?

The latter was worth an attempt, after all if she now surprised him would his penis wilt instantly and would he be too embarrassed to raise it too full potential before her husband returned home.

In the shadows Gabby divested her body of the dress and bra, thankful that the panties had been discarded long ago. As the young man's grunts became even more guttural, as he neared that glorious moment of no return when his silver seed was being pumped irrevocably from its font, its source, to erupt in a stunning fountain from the object of desire of womankind, Gabby threw herself at the man, gaining the phallus from his grasp but continuing to pump it hard and fast.

The shock on Johns face was of no consequence, nothing could now reverse nature's procreational process, his cock pulsed as it pumped in strong contractions. Gabby stared into his eyes with her mouth as wide as it could ever be opened. As her mouth approached to close over the head of the cock a spurt of cum burst forth from the hole and jetted to the back of her throat. Gabby gagged slightly at the force of the ejection and desperately tried not to close her mouth to swallow; she wanted it all, all the silver seed. Unfortunately it did just that and the next three spurts splashed over her face. Not to be deprived, she stuck out her tongue and allowed the cum to flow over her features and onto the lingual organ, thence to be sucked into her mouth and then to be swallowed.

Gabby had misjudged the young man, for far from losing the erection, her actions had brought a renewed steeliness to the penis. If she had ever considered that her consuming of his cum was the final act between them then she was very wrong.

John stood up and without a word grabbed her hips turned her body to face away from him, bent her forward from the waist, with his feet he parted her feet and then positioned his cock head at her vulva. The thrust of his meat inside her took Gabby's breath away and brought from her open mouth a cry of infinite delight. That huge head penetrated to depths that she would swear had never been explored by any previous cock.

Greg wasn’t suspicious at her flushed face and huge satisfied grin that wouldn’t leave her face, but disappointed that the migraine meant that his wife was not able to have sex that night.

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