David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

They went out to Tracy's car.

Tracy got behind the wheel and Amanda sat beside her, sitting upright for a moment and then leaning over and placing her head on the girl's shoulder.

And her hand up her skirt.

Tracy drove with both hands on the wheel. Amanda gave her directions and finger-fucked her slowly and lovingly as she drove. Turning into the driveway, they found James' car already there. Tracy switched off the headlights and the engine. She drew Amanda to her for a long kiss with plenty of tongue swapping. Amanda was still finger-fucking her and Tracy decided it would be nice to come again. There wasn't room in the car to do any cuntsucking but she was getting off on Amanda's hand with no trouble at all.

"Make me come, okay?" she whispered.

"Ummmm – I want to."

Tracy sighed happily.

She sat back, relaxed and comfortable, one knee slightly raised and her thighs parted. Amanda went to work on her with both hands. She finger-fucked her with one hand and rubbed her hot clit with the other. She was concentrating, wanting to bring the girl off before James came out and interrupted the lovemaking. She pushed all four fingers up the girl's hot hole and rubbed her palm against her clit and Tracy began to whimper.

"Come – come – come for me," Amanda pleaded.

Tracy's eyes glazed.

"Ooooh," she moaned.

Her pussy was glowing – and then, gloriously, it was melting with release.

Amanda worked away until she was certain that she had stroked out every spark of that orgasm, then she sat up and playfully licked her fingers.

Tracy's eyes were closed, her expression dreamy.

She said, "Want me to do you now, love?"

Amanda hesitated.

She had gotten all worked up again while she played with the girl's cunt but she could tell that Tracy – for the moment – had had enough. She knew that the girl had offered to do her through obligation rather than desire rigid now. She was also anxious to go in and see what was keeping James.

She said, "I'll wait until tomorrow, Tracy."

"Ummm – keep that sweet cunt nice and hot for me, honey," the little blonde cunt worshipper said.

"That's a promise," Amanda said – although she was hoping that her handsome, big-pricked husband was going to be in the mood to throw a good fucking into her that evening. Fucked or not, she would still be hot for some sucking as soon as Tracy came to call.

They kissed affectionately, without tongues. Amanda got out and Tracy started the car and backed out of the driveway, then waved and drove off.

Amanda smiled and went up the steps.

Her cunt was raging between her legs.

Cock or cunt – it didn't matter which it was, but she certainly wanted something.

As it turned out, she got both…

Amanda was surprised – to say the least – when she walked into the house and saw what was going on between her husband and the sexy baby-sitter. She stopped in the doorway, one hand at her throat, staring. For some reason, it had never occurred to her that the reason why her husband had not returned to the party might be that he was fucking the girl. Now she realized that it should have been her first and most logical thought – but that it hadn't occurred to her simply because she had been doing much the same thing, herself. Feeling guilty about it, she was not in the mood to assign equal guilt to James.

They had not noticed her yet.

They were too busy to notice her and making too much noise, of the gasping, panting variety, to have heard the door open and, at the moment, were facing the other way.

They were still fucking dog style.

James was whacking the cock to Belinda with such vigor that instead of remaining in one spot, they were moving across the floor. She pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts, but he was plowing in so mightily that he was driving her forward, forcing her to crawl slowly away in order to keep her balance and remain on her hands and knees.

He grunted as he banged in.

Belinda whimpered as he fucked her cunt to the depths and his heavy balls swung in to slap her clit.

Amanda's surprise vanished, as soon as she realized that she should have suspected this situation.

For a brief instant, she felt a surge of anger. But she had no right to be angry. She realized that. After all, it had been her own fault, her own scheme that threw James into the babysitter's cunt. Had she not been so keen and eager to go to bed with Tracy, it wouldn't have happened. Then, too, if she were angry, her husband would certainly have the right to be equally angry, or more so, if he were to find out what she had been doing with another woman. Seeing this clearly, Amanda's moment of anger was fleeting.

And replaced by – jealousy.

It was a particularly poignant sort of jealousy, in that it was doubled.

She was jealous of the baby-sitter for getting that lovely big cock poured up her twat with such vigor.

And she was jealous of James for having that hot, sweet pussy at his disposal.

Before that evening, Amanda would not have experienced the dual form of jealousy, for it would never have occurred to her that she might lust for a girl. But her affair with Tracy had shown her a new dimension of lust and now she found that her mouth was watering for Belinda's cunt every bit as much as her pussy was creaming for James' prick.

Then jealousy faded away, in turn and was replaced by pure passion and desire, a need so overwhelming that it left no room in the woman for any lesser feelings whatsoever. No anger, no jealousy, no inhibition and no shame. In the doorway, she smiled. They still hadn't seen her.

Amanda watched, thrilled at the sight. She saw Belinda's plump tits bobble like ripe fruit under her kneeling form, the nipples sticking out like bullets. She saw her heart-shaped ass buck and wriggle delightfully. She saw James' fat prick vanish up the girl's pink lipped pussy, pull out coated with cunt juice, disappear up that hole again as he kept the regular, driving tempo up. She saw his heavy balls whip in and out and heard his balls slap against the baby-sitter's taut ass. Amanda, always a passionate woman, was driven wild by this scene. She thought that she had never been so hot.

Belinda noticed her first.

Belinda had been switching her head from side to side and as it came around a bit further she saw the woman standing in the doorway.

"Oh oh," she said.

"Ha!" responded James.

"Er – that's not what I meant," Belinda told him.

He was puzzled. It was true that her little gasp had not sounded quite the same as the previous moans of lust, but, what else could have elicited that little, "Oh oh," at a time like this?

He pushed his prick into her, grinding.

"Ummm," she said, unable to help herself despite the fact that his wife was watching.

He pulled out with her pussy wringing and clinging to his cock all the way.

"Your wife…" Belinda whispered.

"The hell with her!" he rasped, annoyed that the girl was starting to feel guilty about this adultery while it was still being done. He didn't care how guilty she felt afterwards, but this was certainly no time to consider feelings of remorse or regret. He knew that he might feel a bit of self-recrimination later, himself – but at the moment all he felt was the urge to empty his cock and balls into Belinda.

He corkscrewed in, whipping a flood of cunt juice out of her pussy.

"She's watching us," said Belinda, in a small voice.

"She's what?" James roared. He turned his head.

"Why, hello, dear," he said, sheepishly. "That looks like fun," said Amanda.

James thought she was being sarcastic. He said, "I can explain!"

"Can you really?"

"Er – well, no – I guess not."

Amanda was moving toward them. James tried to pull his prick out of the girl but her cunt clung to him and he was swollen so big that they seemed to be stuck together, as if, dog fucking, they had become linked like dogs. He placed his hands on her ass, intending to push her off his prick.