Helen the Housekeeper: Part 2

Helen the Housekeeper: Part 2

HELEN THE HOUSEKEEPER: PART 2 HELEN IS THE BIRTHDAY SURPRISE GIFT Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]. Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [ https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/summer-shorts/HelenTheHousekeeper2.jpg] I reported to the house I was given instructions to go to for house cleaning, I was received by the woman, who greeted me and let me in. The owners were a middle-aged couple, both real good-looking and in good health and shape, wealthy as well. They live in a nice, huge, fancy house, no kids. After greeting me, Jonny, the man who was in his mid-forties excused himself and went to his home office to work. The housewife, Sara, was a super good looking, busty and curvy woman of early forties at the most. She took me by hand and we started walking around the house, talking about the job needed. Sara told me she needed my services because she wanted their house to look super clean and fancy for the upcoming birthday party within a couple of days, I asked “Whose birthday is it, yours, or Johnny’s?” She said, “It is Johnny’s, I am not sure what to tell you Helen, I have been thinking so hard for the past period, I really want to make this year’s birthday very special to him, he has been so nice to me all year round.” I said, “Maybe I can help you; do you have anything special on your mind?” She said, “Anything that could be the surprise of his life, I was trying to make a surprise that he had never had or even expected.” She looked at me saying, “Helen, you are not going to be cleaning while wearing that dress, are you?” I said, “why not? Would you prefer I wore the maid uniforms?” She giggled saying, “No honey, I am not all that complicated, I just think it is a waste to get that sexy dress all wet and full of grease and dirt.” She did not wait for my answer, she just pulled me by the hand saying, “Come on follow me, let me find you something simple and comfortable to work with, mind you we will be both working hand in hand, so I have to change my clothes too.” We walked to her master bedroom upstairs, she asked me to take the dress off while she was looking in her closet for the proper dress or garment for me. I said shyly, “Sara, I have no underwear under my dress, no bra and no panties, I just feel it is much more comfortable working that way.” She smiled saying, “I agree, the best way to do it, mind you, I have no undies under my dress either.” She lifted her dress up, pulled it out over her head, revealing a hot set of real huge, firm and sexy tits, a silky soft body all over, a clean, super sexy cunt with a small bush over it. I simply loved what I was looking at. I did not want to stair for long, so I did the same. I pulled my dress off and on the side. Sara seemed to lose control over herself, she was looking me up and down, checking my whole nude body in front of her, she smiled saying “Helen, I knew you looked super-hot and gorgeous, but honest, I did not expect you to have such a sexy, breath-taking body.” I smiled shyly while looking downward and saying softly, “Thanks, I am flattered Sara.” She nodded smiling, but her eyesight was totally fixated over my nude body. Although I am a real slut who is fully experienced sex-wise, men and women; but I felt uncomfortable by the way she was looking at me and checking my body out. I figured she was bisexual and liked what she saw. I tried to break the silence by placing one hand over my tits, the other hand over my cunt as if covering up and saying, hey Sara, you seem to like what you see, are you bisexual by the way?” As if she had almost woken up as of a sudden, she giggled loudly saying, “I am sorry, I didn't mean it, and not really, I am not bisexual, but I am very curious about other women, almost making me bi.” A strange look was drawn over my face after her strange answer, and she continued saying “But, what makes me spaced staring at your gorgeous, sexy body is not what you have on mind, it is something totally different, to be honest with you? I think I have just found the answer to what had been keeping my mind busy.” I said, “What do you mean? What did you find?” She said, “I think I know what the surprise I am going to offer to my beloved hubby for his birthday.” I said, “Really? That makes me happy. I am glad it is my body that was giving you the hint to the answer. But what is it, if I may ask?” She said, “Of course you may, it is you Helen, your own body.” I said, What? What do you mean Sara, what does my body has to do with your husband’s birthday?” Smiling and looking so happy, she put what she had in her hands down, walked closer to me, hugged me real close saying, “Helen, I like you and I am sure you will be willing to help me solve this problem won’t you?” I said, “Yes of course, I like you too Sara, very much. I would do anything to help, but please elaborate a little and let me understand what you have on your naughty mind?” She said, “Honey, I know it is not part of your job and you came to this house as a cleaning girl, the sexiest and best-looking cleaning girl I have ever seen or met, the pay will be different and very generous of course.” I smiled saying, “Thanks I am flattered again. But I still do not understand what you want me to do.” She said, “I want to do something that I have never done before, not even thought about doing it, and I want your full help and support by all means please, I want to offer your gorgeous, hot, sexy body for my own beloved husband as his birthday surprise gift.” I was totally shocked, my lower jaw almost dropped to the floor, I said, “You must be hallucinating Sara, you don’t mean what you have said, do you? Do not tell me you want your own husband to fuck me?” She nodded with the biggest smile over her face saying, “honey, I am not drunk, I am fully sane. And yes, I want my husband to fuck and enjoy that lovely body of yours, and please you of course to the best he could.” I almost screamed loud when Sara stood right behind me, placed her hand over my mouth, rubbed her crotch to my ass. We were both nude. She rubbed my tits with her other hand, whispering in my ears, “honey, I know you will do this and I know for sure you will love it, you don’t seem to be a child, you are an adult who looks like an experienced girl.” I calmed down, kind of liked the way she was feeling my body and rubbing my tits, pinching my nipples, I said, “well, Yes, I am not a child, I am a fully experienced woman when it comes to sex, but I am not a whore and where will you be while your husband fucks me?” Sara turned around, came to me face to face. She hugged me and gave me a nice long passionate kiss on the lips. She whispered in my ears softly, “honey, do not fool yourself, we are all whores, we are sluts when it comes to enjoying a nice, long, thick cock. I am a whore and a slut too, mind you. I will be right here with you. I will lick your cunt making you cum nonstop while he fucks me. And when it is your turn to be fucked, I want to feed you my cunt till I cum in your mouth. Don’t you want to make it a special experience for me to have sex with a woman for the first time in my life?” I could not resist all the appetizers she was offering me, herself, her husband’s cock, and money over and above all. How could any woman resist or refuse. I hugged her so close and started kissing her on the lips with our tongues circling in each other mouth, same time, my hand was down in between her legs, finger fucking her wet cunt and rubbing her bullet hard clit. As we parted I said, “Yes Sara, I will do all of that for you, but how are you going to arrange all of that and when?” She said, “Now, nothing is better than now honey, it is going to be an advanced surprise gift for Johnny. But let me ask you first, do you have any problem with big cocks? Do you like them?” I shook my head with a no. Then I giggled saying, “don’t we all sluts like big cocks, don’t tell me he has a big one?” She nodded saying, “very big, long and thick too, what about anal, can you handle such huge cock in your ass?” I laughed saying, “Balls deep up my ass no matter how long and how thick it is.” She laughed saying, “That makes two of us. Johnny loves fucking my ass, and I am sure he wants to fuck yours as well.” Sara asked me to take a seat. She arranged the bed. She sprayed lots of perfumes of the type her husband loves and thinks is erotic. She asked me to lay down on bed and she used some gift wrap ribbon. She placed it over my shoulder to my waist with a red flower taped to it, right over my cunt. She told me to sit still and went to get her husband. A few minutes later, she walked in hand in hand with Johnny, her hubby, but he was blindfolded, she made him stand facing the bed and me, a couple of feet away and after starting some music; the happy birthday song, she unfolded the blind fold over his eyes. Johnny almost went crazy over what he had seen, the nicely arranged bed in his bedroom, me fully nude with a gift wrap ribbon over my body. His wife fully nude as well, with the same ribbon of gift wrap. He was looking around like a crazy one who was totally lost, not understanding anything around him. He said, “what is going on Sara? What is all of this about?” Sara got closer to her husband, hugged him so close, gave him a long passionate kiss on the lips, then parted saying, “This young, gorgeous, sexy hot woman’s body is going to be your surprise gift for your birthday. I want you to enjoy her all you can, and of course along with my body same time, no rush, we have all night long.” He said, “Honey, we have never talked about this. Are you sure you know what you are doing? Can you handle it? I can’t have sex with another woman Sara, I am married to you, and I love you deeply.” Placing her hand over his already rock hard cock, she said, “Honey, I know what I am doing. I know we have not talked about it, but I know you can, and will, fuck her and me together. If your mind is slow to comprehend, your cock has a different point of view. Look how hard your cock is, Johnny babe.” Without waiting for any answer from her hubby, Sara, started stripping him out of his clothes while he was standing there looking at me, and at her; fully naked for his own services. Sara came next to me on bed and laid down on her back, both of us spreading our legs, while Johnny was on his knees at the lower end of the bed checking our bodies out. Just like a child who got a new gift and so happy with it, he kissed both of us on the lips, one after another, then used both of his hands to rub our tits. Then he was going down with both hands over our belly’s and started rubbing our cunts, one in each hand. Johnny said, “Honey, true you said we have all night, but I do not think I can wait while in the middle of heaven that I am in.” Sara laughed saying, “who is stopping you babe, we are all yours. By all means.” He was licking our pussies one after another till, we both came. Then Sara and I shared sucking on his huge cock for a few minutes. Sara suggested starting the serious action. She told me to lay on my back, spread my legs, and curve them forming a v shape, she asked Johnny to get on his knees between my legs. She started sucking on Johnny’s cock till it was rock hard, then she licked my cunt till I was so ready to be fucked. In her own hand, she held her husband’s cock and started pushing it slowly in my cunt, and he fucked me like a real whore deserves to be fucked. At other times, Johnny was fucking his wife doggy, while she was eating my cunt or sucking on my nipples. We switched positions many times that night, and fucked in every possible way. Once Johnny was tired and was relaxing, Sara and I were licking each other’s pussies in a sixty-nine position, then we scissored cunts till we were screaming our heads. and cumming like fountains. When we were relaxing, Johnny leaned over his wife, saying, “Honey, it seems like I am discovering lots of things tonight that I had never dreamt would happen! One thing, I could never believe you would let me fuck another woman while you are watching, or participating in the action. The second thing, I never knew you liked women and you were bisexual.” She laughed saying, “Honey, none of this was planned ahead. It was a spontaneous idea that I thought about; presenting Helen’s body for you, as a birthday gift. And it just happened. But I loved it, honest! Regarding my being bisexual, you are right. I had never known it, either. I knew I was curious, but it is the first time in my life I had actual sex with another woman, I loved it too. Did you?” He nodded saying, “Yes I sure did. I found it a turn-on too, for me.” She said, laughing out loud, “What is it exactly you have loved? Me licking another woman’s cunt, or me presenting another cunt for you to lick and fuck while I watch?” We were all laughing very loud, and his answer came, “I have to be honest, Both!” Based on the posts by  Dina Petro [ https://www.aneroticstory.com/authors/Dina%20Petro]  TWO OLDER MEN I was called by the office and informed of having a cleaning job to perform, they gave me the address and time to be there, at the exact time I was ringing the doorbell, an older man who was at least in his late sixties or early seventies opened the door for me, from the first moment, he seemed to be a nice man with lots of flirting habits, he was always smiling and giggling. I greeted him smiling and saying, “you have called the cleaning service requiring a maid Sir?” He nodded smiling and saying “Yes ma’am.” I said “I am Helen, your cleaning lady Sir, and I am at your service.” With a wide smile he said, “come in please.” He held my hand high leading me in talking to another man saying, “Hey Jim, look, can you believe it, does this queen look like a maid?” Walking further in, I noticed another older man about the same age standing there, he giggled answering “what? A maid, how could that be John, no fucking way, who could believe that?” I was dressed in very short pair of denim shorts, a short T-top revealing my tummy and belly button area and a pair of high heeled, short boots, almost enough for me to clean comfortably, although we all know that cleaning houses was never my main intention when I started taking this job in intervals while having free time, I always had other intentions of making easier money by flirting with clients and homeowners, that is why I try to dress in seductive clothing, but not enough to look like a slut. Both older men, who were old enough to be my grand daddies, held both of my hands walked me into their living room, asked me to have a seat, Jim said “no one could ever convince me that you are a maid sweetie, you look like a queen to me, that both of us old farts could be your servants.” We all laughed so loud, but they sure looked very rich to me, from their house and other hints I had, I answered softly in a feminine soft, sexy voice “I am not a maid Sir, I am a grad student, but I do this job partially to make enough money to help me out till graduation, it is an easy job with flexible working hours, anything wrong with that?” Both older men had nothing to do with shyness, very brave and direct forward, they were both checking my body up and down, right, and left, as if I was merchandise they wanted to buy, which did not upset me at all. It pleased me, in a way. Kind of turned me on, believe it or not. John seemed to be the homeowner and Jim was his visiting friend, they were having fun, playing cards or so before my arrival, I was seated in the middle of a wide, spacy couch in the living room, both men sat on both of my sides, very close to me almost touching my sides. They were big flirts, as I have mentioned earlier, but their flirting wasn’t of any annoying type, it was pleasure to me, especially that they are very old both, and I happen to be the type of woman who enjoys the company of older people a lot. And I enjoy making them happy and pleasing them in any way I can. Their intentions of sexual flirting and appraising my body, checking it out was hard to mess, but that did not annoy me either. I am the sex-loving woman who would not mind pleasing them in anyway, if it was with benefits in return, which I had on mind by doing the cleaning lady or maid job anyway. John looked me in the eyes with a wide smile, lifted his hand up stretched it till it was over my thigh but not touching it about a fracture of an inch high. He looked at his hand, my thigh, then back at my eyes, smiling and asking, “May I feel them?” Without thinking twice, I nodded smiling and saying “Sure, go ahead Sir.” He felt my thigh, rubbing his hand softly over it up and down, closing his eyes, making hums, and sounds saying “wow John, this feels like a truly genuine silk! She is the prettiest woman I have ever seen, soft too.” He kept his hand moving over my thigh. We all laughed loud when he said, “by the way, I don’t want you to call me ‘Sir’ any more. My name is John, and this big old fart is Jim. Don’t you ever believe you are a maid in this house. Forget it! Consider the maid job is done already and well paid for. But you are now our honorable guest, let’s enjoy it and have fun?” I smiled, looking him in the eyes, saying “fun? What kind of fun do you guys have on mind?” He laughed saying “any kind our beauty queen would allow us to have.” By then it was my time to be smart and naughty at the same time, holding the stick from the middle by saying “well, thanks for considering the cleaning job done and paid for, but you do not expect having fun would be at the same price, do you?” I made it sound like a joke, but I was literally asking if they would pay money for having any fun they liked with me, and I think they both got the hint, properly and directly. They both seemed pleased to hear it, as well, as they were super rich. It looked to me that money was never an issue for them. They also did not want to make it sound like hooking or so. John was still feeling and rubbing my thigh going upwards to high levels almost touching the edges of my cunt under my denim shorts lose leg, same time, while we were talking, Jim felt jealous, he lifted his hand over my other thigh and looked me in the eyes, I smiled nodding, he was feeling and rubbing my other thigh as well. After mentioning the money issue, they both looked at each other smiling happily and John said “of course not, I believe fun with a gorgeous woman like yourself is priceless and not many men could fall into heaven like that ea

Irresistible Johnson: Part 1

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 1 SCIENTIFIC ACCIDENT GIVES BRIAN THE PERFECT PENIS. By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson1.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson1.jpg] Chapter 1. My name was Brian Johnson and that name was about to become notorious among the scientific community. I worked on a research team studying the effects of gamma radiation on living tissue and organisms. The research lab I work at is located forty feet underground, for a myriad of safety reasons, even if many thought it went overboard; unnecessarily cautious. But it’s meatheads like me that validate the needs of such safety protocols. One Saturday morning, while working alone, I accidentally opened a door to a sealed room, one we had purposefully contaminated earlier that week. It was getting cleaned through a new process involving some chemicals, and specific wave-length light pulses. Due to the new installation of this system, some of the original safety services and protocols had been disabled, which allowed me to gain access to the room, unfortunately. I got fully exposed as the alarms went wild. For the following month, my team repeatedly cleaned the facility and quarantined me to one room in the lab. I was on a high liquid diet and scrubbing myself down daily with chemical soaps and abrasive pads. Vitals were taken several times a day, along with blood work. Karen Langdon, the facility’s on-hand nurse practitioner, stopped by to visit me in my room near the end of the quarantine. I noticed she no longer was wearing a respirator, so the lab must have tested safe days ago. I was behind a plastic curtain which separated my half of the room to just a bathroom and bedding area. “You cost us a fortune, Mr. Johnson, you know that?” “I know,” I said. “I’m sorry.” Karen was a great medical nurse, every bit as knowledgeable as any general practitioner, probably better than most. She also happened to be a vested partner in the lab, and I think she had that on her mind every bit as much as my health. It was difficult to score research grants and jobs in our field, and a safe laboratory was critical in maintaining them. This mishap wouldn’t go unnoticed, and I felt very badly for having put my coworkers and the company under such stress. “Well, your vitals are all coming back fine. In fact, you’re in perfect shape. You’ve always been fine with your BMI and weight, but your pulse and blood pressure are better than ever. White blood cell count also better than it was last time you were here. I think you’re lucky.” “I guess so. Maybe that new cleaning system works better than expected,” I said, hoping. To be honest I was terrified. Often, the effects of radiation aren’t discovered until weeks or months after exposure, organisms developing tumors is common. The only thing that’s noticeable though is white blood cell count being abnormally high almost immediately. I was somewhat relieved to hear the news that mine was fine after a month in quarantine. “We’re going to let you out tomorrow,” said Karen. “Yeah, I figure I’ll leave this bag I’ve been living in, just to go out and get fired.” “That probably should happen, but it won’t,” said Karen. She knew something I didn’t. “You got exposed. We aren’t for a minute going to let you run wild. We have to keep an eye on you. So, for better or worse…” I dropped my head. “I know, I was careless. If I’m staying on, I’ll do my best to make it up to you, Karen.” Karen huffed a bit and then said, “Well, I guess that’s the best an attitude we both could have about it. So back to you. Are you positive you haven’t experienced anything strange? No panic attacks? No cold sweats? Heart palpitations? No physical changes? We need complete honesty to understand how we may need to address something.” I carefully thought about what she was asking. The truth was that ever since the incident, I did feel better than ever, and told the nurse as much. I explained that I always made a point to keep in shape, but I honestly felt like I was in peak condition now, even though I’d been cooped up in this room for the past month. Other than feeling good, I didn’t experience anything else. “Oh wait, I said. There is one thing,” I said. “I never brought this up before, because it’s kind of embarrassing, and well… I didn’t think it was a big deal. I mean, I’m not even sure if this incident has anything to do with it…” “Go on, Brian. Just tell me already.” Karen was behind the partition, but I could sense her impatience. “Okay, here it is,” I explained. “Normally, my penis hangs like the average guy’s, I guess. I may be just shy of seven inches fully hard, which I think is fine, but soft, the little guy usually just looks like a turtle tucked over my ball sack. There’s not much to it. Anyway, about a week after the incident I noticed it hanging rather low. Like… not half hard, but just hanging. About four or five inches long.” “Well, Brian, this does sound strange. You’re saying your penis got bigger?” “Well, when I get erections, I notice it appears to have more girth, but I don’t think it’s much longer. But soft, it just always hangs low now. Other than that, no change in anything. If that’s the worst of this, I’ll take it. Kinda nice, actually.” “And that’s it. Out of ALL the things that could have happened to you, you just happen to get… what?? A penis that you find more appealing?” “Well, I didn’t ask for it,” I said. “but I’m okay with that.” “Yeah, I’m sure you would be.” I heard the plastic barrier between us come unzipped as Karen entered. She had placed a filter over her nose and mouth, but was otherwise not geared up like usual. I guess they were about ready to let me mingle with them again, as I showed no trace amounts of radiation. I stood up facing her. “Alright, big guy, let’s see it.” Excuse me?“ I practically screamed. I didn’t expect a genital exam over it. My word was good enough. “You’re saying it’s ALWAYS this way? Half hard?” “It isn’t hard,” I explained. “It’s soft. Completely soft. When it gets hard it just gets stiffer and wider, really, not longer. It also rises, of course.” I felt weird being so blunt with her. “I don’t want to see it hard,” she said. “Just show me exactly what you mean. Please, drop the pants. It won’t take but a few seconds to get this over with.” The nurse was speaking pragmatically, as a professional. She seemed annoyed this was my only side effect. Having to inspect a penis from a guy she probably didn’t like very much was unlikely to be appealing to her. “You can take my word for it,” I said. “I believe you,” said Karen. “But due diligence. Let me see if I see anything unusual.” She snapped on a pair of rubber gloves. I sighed and finally dropped my pants, underwear with it. As usual, my cock hung down, easily six inches. It was a look I would be proud to sport at a nude beach, I thought to myself. Karen paused, just staring. I could tell she was somewhat impressed. Finally, she said, “And you’re like this all the time? Never soft like you used to be? I know what you mean. My ex-boyfriend had a nice looking penis when it was hard, but he was embarrassed of it when it would shrink away. You know we girls don’t really care.” She was almost blushing. I could barely believe Karen was being so intimate with me, as she didn’t stop looking at my hanging cock. Finally, she knelt down, getting closer, lowering her mask. “No decolorization or shading?” she asked, looking up at me. It was unusually erotic seeing her face only a foot or so away from my cock and I struggled to keep my thoughts straight. “I haven’t seen any problems, Miss Langdon. Like I said, it just hangs there all day, all the time, even after… well… you know.” “Really?” she asked, drawing her eyes back to it. She slowly lifted her left hand and lifted the head of my penis, inspecting the underside of it. “It doesn’t look like your vessels are stressed. It looks like a regular, healthy penis. Very healthy…” Her voice drifted a bit at the end. Karen must have only been six inches from it now and looking down at her so close caused an immediate reaction. Blood rushed through my shaft, pulsing my shaft up a couple notches. My penis thickened a touch and I wriggled back from the nurse a bit. “Oh, I am so sorry,” I said. “Is that normal?” she asked, looking up at me again. “Well, uh… no,” I said. “Just when… uh… it’s normal, I mean. I just had a reaction, is all.” “To what?” she asked, looking at me, deadpan, rising off the floor. “I’m sorry, Miss Karen. Your face was just so close to my penis. I had a normal reaction to it, just like if any woman was that close to it.” “Any woman?” “Well, uh… I don’t mean to offend.” Karen suddenly dropped to the floor again, putting her face close to my cock, but she continued to look right at me in the eye. “You’re saying ANY woman’s face being close to your penis makes you want to have an erection?” “Are you fucking kidding me?” I asked, both shocked and turned on, as her cheek was now no more than three inches from my shaft, yet she still looked at me, expecting answers. She had to have been teasing me, I thought, yet she looked so serious. “What I am asking, Mr. Johnson, is this: Would you have had the same response prior to being exposed to the radiation, if some girl’s face was next to your cock?” “Well, yes, I think so. When a woman is willing to get so close to it, it usually merits that it would be getting hard. I know this is a medical setting, but I just had a reaction is all. I am stating that I was sorry for having that reaction. I don’t think it is something we should be concerned about.” Finally, Karen took her eyes off me and turned them to my cock. Her nose was practically touching the head of it. I think I even felt her breathing on it. Of course, my reaction was stronger this time. With her being so blatantly sexual, my cock pulsed up in response and punched her in the chin. Karen Langdon, a woman I knew who really kind of despised me, just allowed my cock to touch her face. This only made my cock get harder and now it was rubbing against her upper cheek as it stiffened up. She slowly looked back up at me, but didn’t move her position, allowing my cock to scrape her skin the whole time. This time, as she looked up at me, her eyes looked more seductive than a medical professional’s should be. She was breathing a touch fast and said, “Brian, you have a beautiful cock. It’s so beautiful.” I was flattered. Even though I thought it looked great, her confirming it definitely stroked the ego. “Thank you,” I said. “You say your cock hangs like that even after you orgasm?” My eyes almost popped out of my head, but before I could answer, she grabbed my shaft and forced the head of my cock in her mouth, licking all over. She quickly picked up the pace and weaved my dick in her mouth as it became wetter and wetter. It was as if she made it her mission to extract every drop of cum I had, and I did just that unloading in her mouth. She swallowed loudly as she guzzled as much down as she could manage. With cum dripping off the edges of her lips, she dropped back, exhausted. “Oh my god,” she said. “I can’t believe I just did that. Why did I do that?” Her eyes were racing left and right. “I’m sorry?” I asked. “You started it. Are you okay? I don’t want you to regret anything. I enjoyed that. Thank you.” I could tell her heart was pounding fast and she looked at me with curled brows. “It was so weird. All I could think of when I saw your penis. I mean from the VERY moment I saw your penis. I wanted to suck it, Brian. I wanted your cum.” She glanced at my now hanging cock and looked up again frantically. “I can’t explain it. I needed it so badly. It doesn’t make any sense.” “Wait, you’re saying you had no control over it over wanting it, but you really didn’t want it?” “I don’t know,” she said, sighing. “I just… it’s like a voice inside me, combined with an insatiable thirst - one I have NEVER felt before, mind you - I just wanted to swallow your cum. I wasn’t even…” her voice trailed off and then she slowly looked up at me. “I always hated the taste of cum.” “Excuse me?” I asked. I wondered if I should pull my pants up, but I left it there, allowing her to witness that what I had claimed was true; that my cock did hang low even after an orgasm. Karen finally stood up, straightening her clothes a bit. “Look, we can’t tell anyone this or we would both lose our jobs, but Brian, that was weird. I don’t ever get horny like that. And that’s the thing. I wasn’t even horny. I just had this absolute need to swallow your cum.” “And you think this may have something to do with the incident?” “How else to explain it? I’m curious, do you have a girlfriend?” “Sadly, no.” “Any friends who are girls?” “Well, my sister who lives with me. She has friends that come over to the apartment all the time.” Karen picked up a clipboard. “I obviously cannot detail what happened today, but if you have the same reaction occur from other women, we need to know.” I cut her off. “Same reaction? What? You want me to go around flashing people?” Karen tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow, before coming to her senses. “Well, look, whenever. The thing is IF other women have a reaction like I did… the need to swallow your cum… please come report it. We could get it in your medical records sooner than later. I think it is important to do, but I don’t think we should report what just happened between us. Do you understand what I am saying?” I finally pulled my pants up and said, “Okay,” when I noticed something uniquely different about Karen. Her face was flush, in fact all of her skin was pink. I wondered if she was running a fever. More noticeable, were the pineapple-sized curves she was displaying under her nurse’s outfit. I’d always thought she was flat. “Karen?” I asked, looking at her chest intensely. It drew her eyes to them. “Oh my God,” she said. “No, no, no, no, no!” She quickly stripped out of the uniform. Her bra did nothing to keep her huge breasts from pouring over them. Nipples and cleavage were everywhere. She unsnapped the bra, sending it flying, exposing what must have been a pair of double dees. “Oh my, do you think this is from my cum?” I asked, bluntly. “What else?” she screamed, wide eyed. “Please tell me they stopped growing.” “I didn’t notice them until you got up. It must have been a very quick surge of growth, like right after you swallowed all that cum.” Her eyes drifted a bit as she whispered, “And it was so much cum…” “We’re going to have to tell the team,” I said. “This won’t go unnoticed.” I waved at her new set of knockers. I found them amazing, but it did give her the appearance of a bimbo. Karen looked at me, defeated. “Alright, so we tell them. All of it. The whole truth.” “I don’t see why you wanted to lie about it.” “Brian, look at me. I am going to be frank here.” “Okay.” “You’re a physically attractive man, but I am not, by any measure, attracted to you. I’m also kind of your superior here and I do have an occasional boyfriend. I’m sure you have had girlfriends, but you and I are NOT a match. I just don’t like your personality.” “Don’t hold anything back,” I said, referring to a Seinfeld joke she was probably unfamiliar with. “When I saw your penis, and remember, I was only examining it for medical purposes,” she stressed, “I didn’t get horny, but I had this incredible urge to swallow your semen. And now this.” She pointed at her tits. “I’m not sure anyone will believe us, but we’re going to need volunteers.” “Volunteers?” “Someone else to look at your penis.” Then Karen grabbed her purse, wiped her mouth with a nearby napkin and said as she was leaving, “I’ll be back in an hour with the rest of the team. Be ready.” It was Phil and Heath who came into my room first, not twenty minutes after Karen had left. “Holy shit, the cans on her!” cried Phillip. “It’s kind of fucked up, man,” said Heath. “But they do look pretty good.” “You saw them?” I asked. “Well, not naked, but yeah, we saw her new figure,” said Phillip. “Wait. You actually saw them?” “Uh, yeah, I did, I guess. They’re pretty spectacular.” I considered Phil and Heath work associates more than friends, but we could be honest to each other. They both barreled in laughter. Still, I could tell Heath was concerned. He’d been studying gamma radiation for years, and never had exposure to it proven beneficial for anyone. “I have to say, I am a bit worried now about these effects,” he said. “Supposedly, your penis changed shape and now, her breasts. Only after swallowing your semen. It sounds ridiculous, yet we saw the evidence from her.” “Don’t for a minute think I am going to let you see the evidence from me,” I quickly retorted. “She said the need for my sperm was insatiable. I don’t want men risking that same effect.” “Hmm, good point,” said Phillip. “But what woman is going to volunteer for this?” “Oh, I know who,” said Heath. “Janice. The loudmouth atheist we hired last year that works in C lab. Always a skeptic about everything.” “If someone from our team won’t volunteer, I suppose we could ask,” mumbled Phil, when the rest of the team finally did arrive. Karen, of course, but also Jennifer Hastings and Laura Pine, both married women in their 30s, and both shared a rather plain girl-next-door look. “So as this information goes up the chain, I would appreciate everyone understanding that what occurred today was NOT meant to break work ethics and rules.” Karen was updating everyone on the events that occurred, while trying to excuse us of any wrongdoing. She continued, “We admit we violated company policies, but please understand it was against our will.” “Who forced you?” asked Jennifer. Karen did her best to explain that the compulsion she experienced was one she had no control over, when Jennifer interrupted and pointed at me. “Brian had control, though, didn’t he?” I suppose I did, only I just now realized it. I willfully engaged in sex while Karen didn’t. I tried to explain myself, but it all looked pretty bad for me. First, I caused this mess and cost the company a fortune in cleanup costs, and then I willfully engaged in sexual acts that breached our code of conduct. I was an idiot, who appeared to not even want to

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 4

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 4. TOYS AND REVIEWS. By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories].  Listen to the►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits4.jpg] Dinner was finished and we tidied up the kitchen while Thomas watched a TV cartoon. "So," Ella said playfully after having glanced towards the living room to ensure Thomas was indeed firmly parked in front of the television. "What's been on your mind this afternoon?" . I stifled a laugh. She knew perfectly well what had been on; what was on; my mind. The little Tease. "As I said, I am not sure I'd like to go all in and, well, have you in my ass, to put it bluntly; but it;" She paused, staring at something far off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I never really gave it much thought until a couple of weeks ago, I believe I saw an article in an online newspaper. You know, 'My boyfriend wants anal, what do I do?' or something like that.” I continued cleaning up while she talking; “Anyway, that got my mind onto that track, and; Well, it has been impossible to let go of it, like? I'm just too curious as to what it feels like, now. I'd like to; make that have to try it, I think, before I can put the thought to rest. However, I'm a little concerned I'll find having you in me a bit, uh, too much, at least for starters; and I'd hate screaming at you to stop, so; Well, maybe some toys? Some anal beads, a slim vibrator, that kind of thing? We could buy a few and see where it takes us, what do you think?" What I thought? I was ready to whip out my credit card and ask her to go on a shopping spree. But my response was less hysterical; "Well, I'd be lying if I claimed to not have given the subject of your no doubt incredibly snug ass clenching around my cock some thought, especially this afternoon;" She giggled, no doubt imagining; correctly, as it were; that I had hardly been able to think of anything but her ass since this morning. "As for toys, though, it so happens I already have a few which could do the trick, me thinks, if you're Okay with testing out some, uh, pretested ones. Oh, I've cleaned them thoroughly with adult toy cleaner, no worries; but I have a couple of ass plugs and a string of anal beads in the bottom drawer of my nightstand." Ella gave me a quizzical look. "Really? I'll be checking them out in a minute, but, pray, tell me; what's it like? Can't be all bad, seeing as you still have the toys, I guess?" I laughed. "Definitely not all bad, quite the contrary; anything in there tends to feel massive, and with every small move one makes, one can feel it inside; Well, go have a look, I can deal with the dishes;" Ella wasted no time heading for the bedroom. I stole a glance at her pert, little ass, for the time being wrapped up in the tightest of jeans one could imagine. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief, even the fact that she enjoyed having sex with me was almost surreal; but this, maybe even offering me her ass; I swallowed. Hard. I then vigorously attacked the pans with the dish brush in a futile attempt at distracting myself. That didn't work too well. Now Ella was probably sitting on my bed, examining my toy chest, wondering what the various silicone playthings felt like up her rear; I shook my head again, sipped a little wine and put the pans on the counter to dry, before starting to lay the table. Halfway through, Ella returned, that oh-so-familiar smirk painted all over her face. "So, Mr. Adventurous", she giggled, reaching for her glass. "Have you REALLY used that biggest one? Or is it just something you keep around for bragging rights; or, for that matter, to suggest to innocent young women that your cock surely isn't going to be THAT large in their asses, seeing as you can take such a beast?" I laughed. "Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and until lately, those play thingies were my only sex partners, you know; Oh, and the biggest one? Bought on a whim to see if I could take it. I can, but not comfortably so; needs a lot of warming up with smaller toys first, and lube like my life depended on it!" "So," Ella suggested. "Seeing as you're no stranger to ass play, it seems; What do you say you pick one, use it on yourself, then fuck me, huh? Would that be something worth pondering? I got dibs on that cute, little purple one; looked kind of like a suitable beginner toy, that, barely bigger than my pinky;" I swallowed. Again. "Sure can do. Oh, and you're right about that purple one, first one I bought, nice tickle when you turn on the built in-vibrator." Ella groaned, clutching her glass. "Oh, that sounds hot. Way hot. I want you to fuck me while that thingy does its thing in my ass." That being settled, she turned her attention to finish setting the table, leaving me a little flustered; and, I might add, painfully erect; for a few seconds before being able to let go of the thought of what was likely to happen once we'd had dinner and Thomas had fallen asleep. Taking the lasagna out of the oven, I suggested we leave it to set for a few minutes before eating; just enough time to toss a simple salad. Chopping and slicing whatever green-ish stuff I could find in the fridge; some romaine and rucola, a little bell pepper, some kalamata olives, an onion; then topping it with a dash of a honey vinaigrette, it was just about time to call Thomas to the table. "Will you go fetch him, please?" I chuckled to Ella. "He's a lot more likely to come for dinner if you ask him to do so, he's currently testing wills with me just about every time I ask him to do anything;" Leaving her wine glass on the kitchen table, she gaily strolled into the living room, suggesting to Thomas that dinner was ready and that the oh-so-exciting cartoon he was watching would be there after dinner, too; perhaps they could watch a little of it together while his dad did the cleanup after dinner, so that Thomas could tell her a little about what she'd missed, not watching the show from the start? Seconds later, one happy kid came running into the kitchen, telling me that Ella and he was going to watch TV while I did the dishes after dinner. "Ella decided!" he snickered, very pleased with himself. "Oh, that sounds like a great plan," I smiled. "I can clean up, then perhaps Ella would tuck you in and read you a story before you fall asleep? But, first; dinner. Would you like some salad?" Thomas pondered it for a second, glancing at the bowl. "I don't like olives, but the rest looks good;" Ella promptly suggested she LOVED olives, and would only be too happy to eat whatever olives he passed her way. "They're so salty and; Well, the taste remind me of something;" she glanced over at me and winked, while Thomas, oblivious to her teasing me; thank God; started digging into the salad bowl while I put a little lasagna on his plate, taking care to ensure he got a good helping of melted cheese. Somewhat to my surprise, I found that once the meal got started, any thought of bedding Ella took a back seat to the simple joy of a good meal in good company; reliving the highlights of our morning spent basking in the snow, Thomas giving Ella a brief recap of the exciting bits of the book I'd been reading to him after we'd returned back home; well, while I felt our mealtimes were among the day's high points even when it was only the two of us, sharing the meal with a friend; as she most undoubtedly was, to both of us; well, it took it to another level. I caught myself wondering how many days we'd have to wait before inviting her over for dinner again. For a little while, it felt almost like a family dinner. Ella caught me staring at her, smiling back and forming a silent 'Soon!' with her lips. I shook my head softly. "I just; Well, it struck me how much more conversation there is when there's three of us around the table." I blushed a little, then nodded to Thomas. "Don't you think so, too? That having auntie Ella over for dinner is nice?" Vigorous nodding. I sheepishly glanced over at her. "I just realized that whenever you're around, Thomas and I both; Well, you appear to bring out the best in the both of us, while also adding lots to the mix." I blushed more, concerned that I maybe was about to veer too close to the subject we'd decided was off limits; emotion, affection; "Quite simply put, this home is a better place whenever you're in it. Not just for the, ah, adult reasons." I murmured the last part of it, hoping Thomas wouldn't pay sufficient attention to ask what 'adult reasons' meant. He didn't. Ella's turn to blush, but luckily, she took it the way I had intended it; as a heartfelt observation and compliment rolled into one; she was observant enough to have noticed the same thing herself, probably. Leaning over, she hugged Thomas, then smiled at me after having worked herself out of his embrace. "Thanks, I do really feel like I am somewhat part of the family by now." She giggled. "I probably get to put Thomas to bed more often than many parents do with their own kids!" Which was all the cue he needed to suggest he was done eating and would love to be read a goodnight story, he'd even forgotten about the plan to watch more TV. It took all the forces of persuasion we possessed between us to have him calm down for long enough for us to finish our meals; but just as Ella scooped up the last few bits of lasagna from her plate, he took her by the arm and led her from the table. "Let's go to my room, auntie!". I laughed and waved them off, suggesting they enjoy his last waking minutes while I did the dishes. Damn, was I hard. I put on a great album; Getz/Gilberto's eponymous LP, I never tired of the laid back bossanova rhythms, and now that I had learned enough Portuguese to keep more or less up with the lyrics, the long-standing favorite of mine had risen to new highs. It was one of a handful of albums I loved; and it was the perfect album to keep me company whiling away the time doing dishes and preparing dessert before my lover of a few months returned to the kitchen. Seldom, if ever, had I felt as upbeat while doing the dishes; the sensual tones coming from the stereo, the muffled voices of Thomas and Ella as they went through the evening ritual of brushing teeth, donning pajamas and reading a fairy tale or two, the expectation I brimmed with, knowing that soon, very soon Ella and I would be naked and enjoying each other, the well-being one always feels after a good dinner; Life was good. Even as I stood there with my hands in the soapy, grimy water. Much sooner than I'd expected, Ella returned, giggling. "I guess I should feel bad, but I told him the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would be tomorrow, and the sooner we'd be able to play some more. He clenched his eyes shut to prove how fast he could fall asleep, and, tired as he was, promptly dozed off." "And you ought to feel bad about this because;" I asked, having a fair idea what kind of answer I'd get for my trouble. "Because I wanted him to fall asleep only so I could have your cock in me as soon as possible, of course." I laughed, nodding towards the kitchen counter, where two almost finished créme brûlées sat in their cups. "Just pour a little sugar and some brandy on top of those, if you're impatient, light them up using the torch on the shelf by the espresso machine; I'll be done with the baking dish just in time to prepare us a couple of cups as the lid on the créme brûlées is done, methinks." Ella strolled over to me, gave me a quick hug from behind and a peck in the neck before reaching around to grip my throbbing erection through the fabric of my pants. Giggling, she let go of me and turned to the counter and the dessert. "I was just getting concerned you had forgotten all about our plans for the evening, but it seems you are able to keep two thoughts in mind at the same time;" I stole a glance over at her as she stood there in profile, her pert ass and round tits stretching the fabric of her outfit, making her clothes look almost as if they were painted on. Soon, I'd help her out of them, and then; I returned my attention to the last fifteen seconds of dish washing before washing my hands and turning on the coffee grinder, playfully stroking my hand over her ass cheek as I walked past. "No worries, ah, lover," I said softly. "We'll enjoy these, then we'll enjoy each other. No worries!" The blue-ish flames died down just as I tamped the coffee into the filter. Seconds later, the coffee poured into the pair of espresso cups I'd placed on the drip tray. I again glanced over at Ella, catching her staring at me, lust evident. I felt my chest swelling with pride that she'd picked me of all men out there to be her lover. Handing her a cup, I suggested we have dessert right away. She giggled, then mused whether I was in half as much of a rush as she was. I nodded. Winking at me, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing she had dropped the bra tonight, letting her firm, round tits swing free as she casually tossed the black sweater over the back of a chair. "Just to make sure your thoughts don't drift", she smirked, then sipped her espresso while reaching for one of the créme brûlées. I wondered if I looked as slack-jawed as I felt, eventually regaining my composure sufficiently to sip my own espresso and have a taste of the glorified caramel pudding I'd prepared, not taking my eyes of Ella for even an instant. "So," I croaked, clearing my throat before continuing. "You're not having any second thoughts? Ready to, uh, say hello to my little friend?" Another sip of espresso. "Hell, yes! To tell you the truth, I believe you'll find my seat"; she nodded towards the dinner table; "being soaked. I was, and am, so horny I, I;" She shook her head as if in disbelief, then reached for my hand. "Come!" she implored. "Fuck dessert. Let's do it!" Laughingly; and, truth be told, somewhat relieved that she apparently felt just as strongly as I felt that we were about to do something real, real good; I followed her to the bedroom, where she wasted no time undoing her pants and wiggling herself out of them. Seconds later, she was naked and restless, shifting her weight from one leg to the other while I was still kept busy undoing my shirt buttons. "Don't be such a tease," she laughed as she started undoing my belt. "I'd never imagined DINNER as foreplay, but sitting there, looking at you, knowing what was coming;" Once she'd undone the buckle, it was a simple matter of tearing the buttons open and shoving my jeans down until I could step out of them; my boxers suffered the same fate; being in a heap around my ankles, that is; and seconds later, after having gotten rid of my socks, I was as naked as she was. Falling to my knees, I firmly gripped her around the waist and pulled her to me, her hands ruffling my hair. My cheek rested against her mound. I turned my face, catching the first whiff of the scent of horny Ella; greedily, I bored my tongue into it, separating her labia. Bingo. She was soaked, and she whimpered as I began eating her out, standing there on my bedroom floor. I couldn't wait. She couldn't wait. Cupping her ass in my hands, I pushed her pussie towards my face, savoring the taste and the immediate reaction from her; I could feel her twitch and respond to every move my tongue made. Groaning, she ruffled my hair, begging me not to stop; not that I had any intent of doing so! Probing her, teasing her, occasionally attacking her clit head on before soon pulling back, I had her squirming and moaning and begging me to keep it up; as far as I was concerned, a most enviable position to be in! A few minutes into this, she cleared her throat then softly suggested it was time to get on the bed; as she felt on the brink of cumming and didn't know if she'd be able to stay on her feet when orgasm took her. Pulling away from her, I got to my feet and took her hand. "So, let's get you on the bed, then see where it takes us, huh?" Ella giggled. "I know PERFECTLY well where that's likely to take us, lover!". She did have a point. Throwing herself down on the bed, Ella was on her back and beckoned me to her, eagerly. I didn't need much persuading before I joined her. "Will you do the honors?" Ella winked at me, then turned around so her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward, tenderly kissing first one cheek, then the other, before letting my tongue quickly dart across her puckered hole. She whimpered. "Oh my god, was that your tongue! It tickled!" I reached for the lube and the purple plug on the nightstand, pouring a little in the palm of my hand before dipping the tiny plug in it, distributing the lube evenly all over it. I then dipped a finger in the remaining lube and gently applied it on her anus. She squirmed a little and stifled a moan. "This, by the way, feels somewhat awkward", she murmured. "Almost clinical, like. As if you're a doctor preparing me for an examination or something." I applied a little more lube, being a firm believer in the anal sex tenet 'Too much lube is almost enough!'. "Bend over, if you please, my patient," I laughed. Ella was about to get down on the bed, then remembered. "Wait!" She exclaimed. "I thought we'd agreed you do one on yourself first?" I shrugged. Sure, I didn't mind at all. Reaching into the bottom drawer, I found a favorite, a prostate massager which had made me see stars every time I'd used it. Wasting no time lubing it up; much as I enjoyed having it in me, I kind of had my eyes set on a bigger prize tonight; and, awkwardly squatting a little, pushing it home while Ella studied me intently. I groaned a little as it slipped home, then turned to show her it was in me to the base. Giggles. "Wow, that didn't seem hard at all!", she laughed. "Okay," she continued. "You've been a good sport, now it's my turn!" Turning over on all fours, steadying herself by putting her hands against the headboard, she wiggled her ass at me. Having thoroughly lubed up a finger, I gently pressed against her virgin hole and waited, knowing she'd ease up after a few seconds. She did, and promptly yelped as my finger slipped a couple of centimeters inside. "Oh!" she exclaimed. I pulled back, squirted some more lube on my finger, then pushed it back in. "Oh! Oh!" she groaned. "Fuck me, that's the first time ever anything has ENTERED that way;" I giggled. "Really? Have you never;" She shook her head, her reddish hair brushing back and forth over her back. "Never, I've been quite occupied simply enjoying my pussy, thank you very much!" she smirked. "Not that your finger feels at all unpleasant, mind!" Encouraged, I probed deeper in her, reaching past the second knuckle before starting to wiggle my finger a little about. I was rewarded with a groan. "Oh my! Keep at it, please, don't stop!" Ella let her right hand sink from the headboard and soon it cupped her pussie, another moan as she no doubt let a finger rub along her slit, feeling how wet she was. "Let's just do this for a while, huh?" She said, eagerly fingering herself with my pointer finger buried in her ass. "Just play a little with me, then get that plug in me and we'll fuck, Okay?" Gently probing her ass, I felt dizzy with excitement. Surely, if she found it so pleasurable to have a finger in her, a small plug; surely she'd want to graduate to my cock, eventually? I hoped so, but was bright enough to decide against pushing for it. If she wanted to, she'd let me know. Fingering herself, Ella giggled. "I hope you don't mind me getting all the pleasure at the moment, huh?" She said, breaking into a laugh. "It'll be your turn soon enough, I promise; but this, it just felt so new, so good;" "Oh, I'm good", I murmured. "The pleasure of giving you pleasure aside, don't forget I already have a toy in me;" I rewarded her enthusiasm by pulling out of her, then lubing up

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 3. A QUICK ONE BEFORE SHE GOES AWAY (FOR THE EVENING, THAT IS). By Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories].  Listen to the►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits3.jpg] It was a typical October Friday evening; that is, it was wet, cold, miserable and windy outdoors, while indoors, the wood burning stove season had just started, making our house warm and comfy despite Mother Nature's best efforts at telling us that winter was indeed coming, and that whichever ancestor of mine had decided this was as good a place to settle as any had been the clan dimwit. I loved the warmth of a good fire. The house felt warm in a whole different way than it did from any other kind of heating; besides, the faint smell, the occasional wisp of smoke and crackle from the fire. I'd been conditioned all my life to equate it with 'cozy', so I thoroughly enjoyed myself while the rain kept lashing against the windows, underscoring how fortunate I should consider myself to not be outdoors. I caught myself almost hoping for a power outage, prompting an occasion to bring out a few candles as well; but shrugged the idea off. Much as I enjoyed the quaint charm of an open fire and reading by candlelight, I didn't really long for waking up in the morning to find the house chilly, having to get a fire going to heat it or, for that matter, to brew my morning coffee. As usual on weekends, our next-door neighbor and favorite babysitter Ella had come over to put my four-year-old Thomas to bed; this time, she was dressed rather peculiarly for the occasion; a short faux leather skirt, heeled boots and something which was supposed to look vaguely like a biker jacket slung over her shoulders, a rather skimpy, gray tank top with a pink unicorn on it and a small purse with an RAF symbol on it completing the outfit. A girls' night out was coming up, and she had just dropped by to see my son off to sleep before heading to the nearest; well, this being rural Norway, the only disco for a few hours of dancing, drinks and fun. Ella had been looking forward to this for months; seeing as she had only turned eighteen in late August, she was one of the last girls in her class to reach that magic age where the bouncer instead of ogling your tits, then telling you to get lost until you were of drinking age, ogled your tits, then nodded politely and invited you in after thoroughly looking at your ID; oh, and your tits. Hence, for months she'd seen her options for weekend entertainment dwindle as friend after friend turned eighteen and started going out, leaving her to while away the weekends from home while getting a barrage of snaps from her friends, really rubbing in the fact that they could and she couldn't. Until a month and change ago, of course, when it became Ella's turn. To her dismay, her birthday had been on a Sunday, so she just missed out on a weekend and had to wait for a full week before she could take advantage of her new-found freedom. She was still busy making up for lost time, so I was quite pleased that she made it a priority to come by to see us. Not that people tended to head for the disco until well after Thomas' bedtime, anyway; but still, usually they got together for a few beers at someone or other's place before heading out, yet Ella gladly skipped those gatherings to play around with a four-year old going on five. Oh, and with his dad. She was a saint. I smiled to myself as I sat there in the living room, playing one of my all-time favorite records, Keith Jarrett's Köln concert, at muted volume while listening to the soft murmur from Thomas' bedroom where he no doubt filled Ella in on all his doings since he'd last seen her a couple of days ago. I leaned back in my chair, enjoying Jarrett's sometime rambling, sometime inspired evening in the Kölner Oper all those years ago. Heck, I loved him even when he was clearly rambling, biding for time until another lightning bolt of genius struck him and took the concert to new heights. I smiled faintly to myself. Jazz was kind of, sort of, like sex, I mused. If it just went from climax to climax, you'd be worn out in no time at all. Instead, the performer must give his audience time to collect itself, recover from what they had just heard, before again starting to build momentum, striving for yet another peak; I shrugged. Good thing I hadn't thought of that during my student days, I would have presented the insight if given half a chance, trying to sound profound and trying to get laid at the same time. I'd have been pathetic. At least in the eyes of myself, fifteen years my own senior. Might have impressed some gullible first-year student, though. I smiled at the thought, eagerly grasping the opportunity to reminisce of my student days. While I was quite content with my life right now; doubly so in the last few weeks, when sex had suddenly been on the agenda again, courtesy of Ella; there was quite a lot to be said for the carefree student life, where I had no obligations to anyone but myself, and at times hardly even that. The murmur from Thomas' room had died down. I glanced at my watch. A quarter past nine. That still left me with a couple of hours to kill before bedtime; not that I needed much more than I already had by way of plans; my stereo and perhaps a little helping of scotch from my drinks cabinet and I'd be good. A minute or two later, Ella entered the living room, tiptoeing out of Thomas' room so as not to wake him. I winked at her, suggesting her attire was somewhat unorthodox for a babysitter. She giggled and sat down on the armrest at the far end of the sofa. "Judging from what little I've gleaned from Pornhub, I thought all babysitters dressed like this. Well, maybe with even skimpier tops and higher heels, but the general idea is the same, me thinks." I laughed. "There being a lot of babysitter videos on that site doesn't surprise me in the least, but you watching them, on the other hand;" Ella rolled her eyes in feigned; I hoped; exasperation. "It's not like I've studied the topic with great interest, it just so happened that there was one on the landing page one day, and;" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe how terrible the acting is." Then she glanced over at me and smirked. "Come to think of it, you probably have a pretty good idea." I blushed. Of course I'd had my fair share of visits to Pornhub over the years, though I wouldn't say it was the acting skills which made me return to the site over and over again. "So, obviously, you're going out tonight?" I asked, eager to change the subject. Ella nodded. "Yes, Catherine and Linda suggested we go to Zalto to see if we could find something fuckable. Those were Linda's words, by the way, not mine. Judging from how eager she is to talk about boys and sex and the joys of getting laid, I assume she's still a virgin." Ella smirked again, then slowly rose from the sofa and came over to me, straddling me. I was rock hard in a second. "Not that I have any plans to, uh, find something fuckable tonight. At least not at Zalto. I'm good. She dry humped me a couple of times, giggling softly as I put my hands over her ass and pulled her closer. She then gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Uh, listen, the others are coming to pick me up soon, but; I wouldn't mind going out having just had an orgasm, if you're up to it?" If I was up to it? "How soon will you be picked up, then?" She shrugged. "They've enrolled Linda's brother Steffen to drive us, and suggested they'd be here at nine thirty-ish, but seeing as neither Linda nor Steffen have ever arrived anywhere on time, like, EVER, I suspect Linda will text me at ten past half to say that they're still waiting for Steffen, and that she'll redo her hair while waiting or something; What time is it, by the way?" I glanced at my watch. "Nineteen minutes past the hour, so on the off chance they're on time for once, you've got 11 minutes to reach the finish line;" Ella got up off of my lap. "Better get down to it, then," she suggested, easing up the skirt far enough to get at her undies, pulling them down to her ankles before raising the skirt, exposing the by now familiar mat of red hair covering her cunt. "Eat me out a little, please, then fuck me, Okay?" I was only too happy to oblige. Seeing how confident Ella had become was a further turn-on (as if I needed any!); she was perfectly aware how attractive I found her, and having her simply tell me to eat her out, then fuck her, knowing full well I'd do as instructed without any hesitation; I could get used to this. Ella leaned against the edge of our dinner table, holding her skirt out of the way. Kneeling in front of her, I got the first whiff of the lovely scent of aroused woman, before diving in. She was in a hurry, and it wouldn't do if she had to run to meet her friends just as I was about to enter her. I'd found Ella to be quite impatient in her lovemaking; that is, when we got started, she'd chase her first orgasm mercilessly, foreplay be damned; all that mattered to her was to cum, hard; then afterwards, we could take our time, enjoy and explore each other, caress, banter idly while being at it; but first, she needed to cum. Hence I wasted no time burying my face in her soaked pussie, tongue probing the full length of her slit, teasing her labia apart before letting the tip of my tongue gently brush her clit hood. I was rewarded with a groan and her hips bucking towards me. Her hand ruffled my hair, pulled me closer. She knew very well what the next few minutes would bring; this was the fourth time we had sex together, and every time we had begun with me going down on her, giving her the release she craved so badly before leisurely having sex afterwards. I loved going down on her. One thing, of course, being so close to the action; with my face buried in her pussie, I immediately felt her response to my smallest of moves. Another being the arousing, almost intoxicating smell and taste of a woman so turned on her juices were quite literally dripping down her thighs. Greedily lapping away at her, I focused my attention on the upper end of her slit, occasionally letting my tongue dart directly for her clit, each time resulting in a muffled whimper and a bucking of her hips. Fuck, was I a lucky bastard. Since our first tryst, Ella and I had managed to meet up for sex approximately every week and a half; and her confidence had grown leaps and bounds, eagerly asking me to do this and that, exploring all the exciting things she'd been fantasizing about while still a virgin. I wasn't sure if her bucket list ever grew any shorter, or if more items were added to it faster than we could pick them off; either way, I was more than satisfied; her curiosity and attitude made sex with her; my apologies to my exes; the best I'd ever had. I liked to think that was objectively true, too; and not just something I felt at the novelty of having seduced a teenager, seemingly the epitome of achievement for many. I brushed the thought aside. Hell, it wasn't even I who had seduced her, quite the contrary. Which, I guess, made it even more of an achievement to some. I reverted my full attention to my tongue and her pussie, but the great feeling of being very lucky indeed lingered in the back of my head. I ate her out with wild abandon, loving how she was on fire, tugging at my hair, bucking her hips to force me closer, moaning, groaning, grunting semi-intelligible words, her pussy mashed against my face; occasionally forcing me to come up for air. She was amazing. And then she pulled herself away from me; bewildered, I glanced up at her, only to be met with a giggle. "No worries, I just need to lie down;" I must have looked rather concerned at first, as giggle gave way to a chirping, good-natured laugh. "You'll be all over me again in seconds;" With that, she hoisted herself fully onto the table and laid back, beckoning me to her. "Make me cum, then fuck me before I even come down again, huh?" Okay. Greedily diving back onto her, tongue tickling her clit, causing her to squeal in delight, I went to work. Careful not to overstimulate her, I soon pulled back from her clit, eliciting a groan of disappointment as I returned my attention to her slit, tongue darting down one labia and up the other. Judging from her response, she was nearing the top. Softly closing my lips around her engorged clit and sucking gently, I was rewarded by another squeal, a violent upward thrust of her hips; and then her thighs locked my head as if in a vice, as her orgasm erupted and washed through her. Remembering my instructions, I pulled away from her the moment she eased up on her grip, swiftly undid my belt and pulled down my trousers, seconds later sinking my cock into her still pulsing cunt, bottoming out just as the last throes of her orgasm died out. I moaned as her velvety snugness reminded me how I loved being in her, then started thrusting in her as she gigglingly raised her legs to rest them over my shoulders. Locking eyes with her, I fell into a slow, steady rhythm. Life was good. I glanced at my watch. Nine thirty. I hoped her friends kept to their regular, being late schedule; because we were rapidly approaching the point where calling it off before we were done; well, truth be told, before I was done; would require more willpower than I possessed. From the sounds of it, we were rapidly approaching Ella's point of no return, too; never having given her a chance to land properly after eating her out, I already had her panting, bucking and urging me to bring her over the edge again. Without getting too eager, I increased the pace slightly, knowing I'd be able to keep it up at least for a few minutes, hopefully bringing her over the top with myself buried deep in her. Leaning forward, I pushed her legs up towards her chest, feeling her already snug pussy tighten even more around my cock, my shaft rubbing against the top of her slit with my every thrust. Ella whimpered, closed her eyes and an angelic smile spread all over her face as she just gave in to the pleasures of the moment. Plink! Ella's cellphone suggested someone had just messaged her. Opening her eyes, she glanced over, seeing her purse resting near the edge of the table, just within reach. She wasted no time pulling it to her, unlocking her phone and glancing at the screen. I rolled my eyes; if I'd done that to any woman I'd ever been with; well, except possibly Ella, that is; I'd gotten at the very least a cold shoulder, perhaps even a slap for my trouble. And I'd deserved it. Well, as long as she didn't try to pull herself off of me while being on the phone, I was (mostly) good. I guess I was getting old, yet surely didn't feel like it at the moment. I forced my curmudgeonly 'Kids these days' attitude from my mind, then returned my undivided attention to Ella's cunt, wrapped snugly around my cock. I gave her a couple of extra deep thrusts, to remind her I existed. She half giggled, half groaned. "Would you believe it," she groaned. "They ARE indeed almost on time, it's only, what, five minutes past half or something?" She texted away a brief message, then winked at me as she casually tossed the phone away. It clattered as it made a couple of skips and jumps before coming to rest against Thomas' latest Lego project, occupying the far third of the table. "I told them I'd dozed off while putting Thomas to bed, and that I'd come in a minute. That ought to give us a couple of minutes to wrap this up. Oh, the pun was intended, by the way!" I didn't think I'd need even a couple of minutes, the tingle of impending orgasm was slowly spreading from the base of my cock. "You close?" I grunted through clenched teeth. Ella nodded. "Getting there. You're not too far off, are you?" I wasn't. Pushing her firmly against the table, I slammed my cock in her, once, twice, three times to squeals of delight from her, before I felt myself erupt. Shooting my load in her, I feverishly pounded her, hoping she'd be pushed over the edge herself, too. It took all I had of willpower to keep thrusting in her when all I wanted to do was collapse over her, coming down from cloud nine; but she'd suggested she wanted to head out, still feeling her orgasm tingling in her body; well, she was near enough that it would be an anticlimax; a quite literal one, for once; to send her on her way without another orgasm! Four, five; Six, seven, eight thrusts; Ella yelped, then I felt her contract around me, milking the last, lazy dribble of cum from my cock as she whimpered and shook in the throes of her second orgasm. I pulled out of her, sank down on my knees in front of her, utterly spent. Playfully, I kissed her inner thigh before simply leaning back against the wall, panting. Right in front of me was Ella's wide open, freshly fucked pussy, a gob of cum dribbling from her slit. Her phone beeped again. Lazily, she rolled onto her side and reached for it, texting as she got up off the table. Smirking, she glanced over at me. "I told them I'd come in a minute, and fuck me if I didn't, too. Yet they're impatient; Oh well." Bending over, she picked up her undies, still slung around her calves and pulled them up, not bothering to clean herself up first. Giggle. "I wonder if I'll stain Steffen's rear seat", she mused. "Not that he'd notice, that car of his already stinks to high heaven from God knows what." She grabbed her purse, ruffled my hair as she got ready to leave. "Thanks, lover." She giggled again. "I like the ring of that. Sounds a little naughty, methinks." With that, she was gone, quietly heading downstairs and out for a night of fun with my cum dripping down her thighs. I sat there for a few minutes, leaning against the wall while coming to. The turntable made the faintest of noises as the needle did the rounds in the runout groove. Groggily, I got on my feet, stepped out of my jeans and strolled over to the turntable, pulled the tone arm aside, flipped the record, brushed it, then put the needle back down. As the well-known notes filled the living room, I gathered my clothes, then headed for the bathroom. A quick shower and a scotch before bedtime was just what I needed. I was one lucky bastard indeed. IT MAY BE COLD OUTSIDE, BUT INSIDE, RED HOT FUN CAN BE HAD. I was freezing my balls off. Few places felt as cold as an island off the northwestern coast of Norway in February. The mercury in the thermometer on the porch had contracted until it hovered around ten below or so; cold by anybody's standards! Now, normally when it was this cold, the air was completely still; but now the weather was changing, and we had the iciest of cold drafts making the outdoors quite unpleasant for a day or two until the temperature started increasing courtesy of the warmer air being blown in from the Atlantic. Well, 'less cold air' was probably more accurate than 'warmer air'. Everything, as they say, is relative. Yet, that didn't stop my son from deciding that going out to play was an excellent idea, and I; knowing all too well that if he didn't get a good outing, he'd be brimming with energy which would need to be dissipated somehow; by climbing the walls indoors, if need be; come bedtime. Hence, we had dressed up for the occasion and were on our way to the playground. Did I mention it was minus 10 and windy? Oh well. Once you'd dressed up (and, once bitten, twice shy, having cajoled junior into peeing before donning layer upon layer of clothing, to avoid having to undress him again in fifteen minutes to go pee!), it wasn't too bad. In addition to ourselves we'd brought a thermos flask filled with steaming hot chocolate, so after having basked in the snow for a while, we could warm up a little before playing some more. This was going to be a good day, despite the cold. Hell, perhaps even because of it; it did feel quite like an expedition, dressing up like this, bringing supplies (if only in the form of some cocoa, biscuits and a small bag of marshmallows, which Thomas for some reason or other insisted on dipping into his cocoa before eating them with delight.) It was a little before ten o'clock, and the sun hovered just over the mountains sheltering us from the prevailing easterly winds, making us squint as we made our way through the winter wonderland we called home. Being a Saturday, it was quiet outdoors, n

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 2

BABYSITTER WITH BENEFITS: PART 2 SINGLE DAD AND SON’S BABYSITTER KEEP EXPLORING EACH OTHER. Based on a post by Norweger [https://www.literotica.com/authors/Norweger/works/stories].  Listen to the ►Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits2.mp3] at Steamy Stories [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/BabysitterWithBenefits2.jpg] My next door neighbour Henning, father of Ella, my go-to babysitter if I had to run some errands - and, incidentally, since last week, also my mistress - leaned on the fence separating our back yards, friendly grin on his face. I left the lawnmower to its own devices and strolled over to him; Henning was a genuinely nice guy, and seeing as he wasn’t wielding a shotgun while yelling his lungs out at me, he was likely blissfully unaware of what Ella and I had spent an intense hour doing together a few days earlier. “Listen, bud - I just wanted to thank you for what you did for Ella here the other day,” he began as I drew near. I felt like someone had just released half a gallon of liquid nitrogen in my guts; WHAT? I hoped I still seemed rather calm outwardly, because my innards were in instant, violent turmoil. “I’ve no idea what you said to her, but when she went over to you guys to say goodnight to Thomas, she was in a rather foul mood - to the extent her mother suggested she leave it until next day, when she hopefully was in a better mood - some quarrel with her on-and-off-boyfriend, from what I gathered; but when she came back? All smiles, happy as can be and a joy to have in the house.” “Oh, that was nothing,” I half spoke, half squeaked, still trying to recover as the liquid nitrogen evaporated and released the violent grip on my stomach. “I just told her that being eighteen is a temporary state, and that she’ll soon find that she gets all sorts of new and interesting things to worry about as she grows older.” He shook his head, laughing. “Now, ain’t that the truth. Well, it worked, at any rate. Speaking of eighteen year olds, would you mind keeping an eye on our house this weekend? The missus and I are going to see her brother in Trondheim, and while Ella is the calm type. You know, suddenly someone crashes the party or whatever and things get out of hand. Are you okay with me telling her she can call you or come over if she needs any help?” My eagerness to be of service ought to have surprised him, but he didn’t bat an eyelid. Of course I’d be happy to help in any way I could, no worries - while the violent, cold pit which had recently been my guts was now filled with butterflies. Henning and Tove were going away for the weekend. Ella would be home alone. With any luck, she’d stay over - at the very least, we’d have several hours to wear each other out by enjoying that most enjoyable of pastimes. I could get used to the idea. Returning to the lawnmower, I found it had been,sigh, unable to get the job finished on its own, so I coaxed it back to work and got the job over with while sporting a massive erection daydreaming about what the weekend might have to offer. Someday soon, I had to get myself a robot lawnmower. Later that afternoon, just as junior and I were about to sit down for dinner - pancakes, at Thomas’ most persuasive request - there was a soft knock on the porch door; Ella stood outside, smiling and waving, and Thomas ran, screaming with joy, to the door to let her in. “Come, we’re having pancakes! Would you like some, Ella? You want some, don’t you! Come! Daddy just put one on my plate! Come!” Giggling at his enthusiasm, Ella strolled into the kitchen, returning with a plate and cutlery, then sitting down next to my kid and reaching for a pancake. Having dinner guests this housewarm certainly wasn’t much trouble! I’d been a little worried that I’d be acting differently when Ella was around after we’d had sex, but luckily, it turned out she was still the very same Ella she’d always been, adoring my son and being excellent company for the both of us, making it easy going to be around her, despite me knowing very well what she looked like in the nude. I had, gratefully, found that I was able to be around her without constantly undressing her in my mind. Thank God. “Thomas,” she began as she poured a little sugar on her pancake before rolling it up. “This weekend, I’ve got no plans at all, so I was wondering if I could perhaps borrow you for a few hours? We could go to the kindergarten playground, for instance, if it is OK with your dad?” He nodded vigorously. ‘Yes! Yes!’ Ella glanced over at me. I nodded. “That would be perfect, I need to tinker a little with the car sometime soon, so if you keep him entertained for an hour or three, I can get it done then…” Ella smiled. “That’s settled, then. Maybe I could even borrow your dad a little, too, huh?” He nodded again, eagerly. I instantly felt I went beet red; Ella noticed and threw me a quick, impish smile before putting a finger to her lips while Thomas resumed his attack on the pancake remains on his plate, indicating she wouldn’t pursue the matter further. With dinner taken care of - it never ceased to amaze me how a 35-pound kid could seemingly eat 10% of his body weight in a single meal, at least if that meal was pancakes. Thomas went outside to play lawn croquet with himself until us grown-ups had done the dishes. He’d made us promise we’d play him a round as soon as we were done, and if past experience was anything to go by, we’d be on the hook until we’d played a couple of games. “Mom and dad are going away this weekend, by the way!” Ella beamed as she put away the plates. “I trust you won’t mind if I happen to drop by, would you?” “Not at all. Your father has already recruited me to be on red alert in case your wild home alone party gets a bit out of hand, your water mains bursts, a meteor strikes or any other emergency.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, then giggled as she hoisted herself onto the countertop. “That’s so him. I’ve never, like, ever; had more than two or three friends, tops, visiting at a time, yet he’s been convinced ever since I was 13 or something that the first home alone-house wreaking has been just around the corner. You know, of the 'driving a scooter indoors, turning the upstairs bathroom into a swimming pool’ variety.” She paused for an instant, turning to look out the window over the sink. “Which I almost take as an insult, seeing as I’ve been about as much trouble as a nun would’ve been. I never really got around to any teenage rebellion!” She giggled. “The only un-nunesque activity I engage in is sleeping with our twice-my-age neighbour. Of which, I might add, my father’s got no clue.” I flushed deep red again, but joined her in laughing at her comment. “That you do. By the way, and please do not take this as a criticism, but; I really do think it would be best if you, or I, for that matter, didn’t drop any hints like during dinner, no matter how opaque they may be. I’m not concerned that Thomas will understand what’s being implied, rather that he’d notice me acting funny or something; it’s amazing how good he is at sensing my mood.” She nodded in agreement, suddenly serious. “The thought struck me, just as I’d said it,” she said softly. Easing herself off the countertop, then pouring herself a glass of water, she turned to face me. “But seeing as we’re on the topic - what… Well, what should we do if, God forbid, he’s suddenly standing in the doorway, wondering what we’re doing with each other?” I sighed, glancing out at the free-form lawn croquet game being conducted in between our two apple trees. “I’ve been thinking of that, too. I even considered whether we had better only, ah, do it while he’s out of the house, be it in kindergarten, at his grandparents.” Ella nodded, then filled in the conclusion I’d arrived at, too; “but him being away would kind make it odd that I was hanging around here, wouldn’t it?” “Exactly.” I provided my best imitation of a gallic shrug, then turning on the stove to prepare a couple of espressos before heading out. “I eventually convinced myself it’d be safe in the evenings, though. He sleeps like a rock, hell, the other day one of our smoke detectors threw a fit in the middle of the night, and once I’d killed it I went to his room to soothe him, only to find him asleep.” I paused while grinding the coffee; one of the luxuries I indulged in was good coffee, so a grinder which wouldn’t look out of place at a barista’s had a prominent place on the countertop, but it sounded almost like a jet during its takeoff run while it did its thing, so any conversation was futile. Luckily, it did its thing quickly. “Also, he hardly ever wakes up during the night. Since Tania left, well, since he’d gotten used to it just being the two of us. It has only been one single time he’s come to my room in the night, and fifteen seconds later, he proceeded to puke all over the bed, poor thing.” I tamped the coffee, assembled the kettle and put it on the stove. “Anyway, this is just a long-winded way of saying that once he’s asleep, he’s lost to this world, at least as long as he’s feeling well. I’d put the odds at his surprising us somewhere between nil and zilch.” I smiled briefly as a memory from a couple of years ago popped into my mind. “Besides, I think he’s still so young he wouldn’t connect the dots, panic or anything. He walked in on me and Tania once while we were at it, and his only concern was that we had to make room for him so that he could sleep there. That doesn’t mean he wouldn’t wonder why 'auntie’ Ella slept here, of course; but I don’t think we’d traumatize him or anything. The big question, of course, is whether he’d mention it to anyone, and if he did, whether they’d take him at his word or just put it down to some misinterpretation.” Ella gazed out the window again; judging from the muffled cries of joy coming in from the outside, the croquet game was going rather well. Just as I poured her a cup, she shrugged. “Let’s just leave it at that, shall we? That is, not make it an issue until, well, it is one?” I nodded. “I think; Well, yes. Let’s not overthink it. In the unlikely event he does see us, I think we’ll need to handle it on the fly, it sure will depend on how he reacts.” I didn’t tell her, but I had pondered the subject time and time again. After but a single tryst, I found myself wanting more. Much more. Consequences be damned. I’d save my regrets for when, well, if the shit ever hit the fan and we were outed, hoping that day would never come. Sipping the strong, black coffee, I gazed at the kid we were about to join in a minute, smiling. “He’s still young enough that he probably, hopefully, even hasn’t given much thought to the fact that there are some things you’d better not tell others about.” I glanced over at her, throwing her a quick smile before returning my attention to Thomas outside, then continued. “I don’t think he could be counted on, well, make that 'be expected to’, he’s simply too young for it to be fair to expect him to keep a secret. He’d probably try if I asked him to, but of course, if one of the other kids mention he walked in on his parents the other night, and they were doing things together, on the bed. Well, he’d be as likely as not to say 'Oh, daddy and Ella does that, too!’ We’ll just have to hope it never happens.” Ella raised the tiny cup in a mock toast. “Here’s to that.” She giggled. “Lover.” Putting the cup down, she wasted no time heading for the door, easing her feet into her flipflops and heading down to challenge Thomas. After putting the cups in the sink and cleaning out the espresso kettle, I, too, joined them. Being a bit late to the party, I took a moment to enjoy the sight - while Ella had a number of talents, the one I probably admired most was her almost uncanny ability to connect with children; I still caught myself occasionally treating any kid, not just my own, like a small adult, becoming frustrated when they didn’t act like reasonable adults, for instance if new rules were both created and dismissed with wild abandon during a game. Ella? She leaped around the lawn, following Thomas as best she could as they both knocked their croquet balls around what passed for my garden in a seemingly random fashion, amid hoots and cries of laughter. I shook my head, realizing in some ways, perhaps even in many, she probably would make for a better parent than I ever did, before brushing the thought aside. It did sting a little, though. Just then, Thomas veered off behind a blackcurrant bush, deciding it was a wonderful place to hide. Ella knocked her ball towards me, then came strolling over, glancing over at the giggling blackcurrant bush. “I wonder where Thomas went?” she said aloud before lowering her voice as she approached me. “On the sleeping here topic,” she began, smiling faintly as if the mere mention made her relive the first time she did so. It sure made me relive some highlights. I strained to shed the thought and pay attention to what she was saying instead. “I can probably improve our odds a little, should he ever mention anywhere that he saw me in bed or something. I occasionally doze off on the sofa. I say I am tired after a long day of school and part-time work, my parents suggest maybe I spend too much time in front of my Macbook in the evenings.” I returned her gaze, quizzically, but with a fair idea where she was heading. “I’ll just mention once or twice that I did that at your place, too; dozing off while trying to get Thomas to sleep, on the sofa while just sitting there, waiting to see if he was really asleep; something like that. With any luck, if he says he saw me in bed, lying, sleeping whatever at your place, then at least my parents ought to, well, believe that’s what he means.” She giggled, throwing me another rather impish smile. “Besides, I am sure they’d much rather believe that’s what he meant, that I fell asleep while putting him to bed, rather than assuming their precious only daughter was having her pussy eaten out by Thomas’ dad or something. I so expect you to do that to me again sometime soon, by the way.” With that, she turned away and started looking for Thomas, expertly avoiding the bush he was hiding behind while thoroughly exploring every other part of the garden lot. I? I was left dumbfounded, painfully erect, before gathering myself and joining in on the search for the mysteriously disappeared four-year old. My mind was racing, though. I desperately hoped we’d never have to put any deception plan into play. I had done the rounds with myself and whatever moral compass I might possess and come to the conclusion that our; Well, I couldn’t yet bring myself to call it a relationship, perhaps rather a mutual understanding at this point, that our mutual understanding was fully above board, despite the age difference. Not only was Ella of legal age, it had also been quite clear that she’d thought this over, and she didn’t appear to have any secret crush on me which made sex seem a price she’d be willing to pay to be near me, I had to stifle a laugh at the thought- she’d entered into this as a consenting adult, albeit a young one and as long as we both found it enjoyable, what did the world need to care? Except, of course, the world would care. With all sorts of possible consequences, if not legal ones. Yet I couldn’t bring myself to do the sensible thing, gently suggesting to Ella that perhaps we’d better leave well enough alone and end our understanding before it became the talk of the town. I had already become way too thrilled at the promise of the pleasure to be had, as long as we kept this up. I sighed, then 'accidentally’ found Thomas just as he was about to lose interest in the hiding game. The ensuing round of croquet was by no means the best I’d ever played, but it sure was the funniest, with both Ella, Thomas and I in a brilliant mood. I even, much to my relief and surprise, found that the fun had driven my mind from the thought of eating Ella out, causing my hard-on to subside. As afternoon turned to evening, we eventually had to move back indoors; it was a tired, but content little kid who had a couple of slices of bread with jam for supper, then had his favourite babysitter bar none put him to bed. I considered myself very lucky; while the two of us generally had a very good time together, I was grateful he got to spend a little time with other grown-ups. Particularly Ella; one thing, of course, being that he adored the hell out of her, but additionally, she; I remembered her words on the porch last week, that she felt he was a little hers, too, in a way. She was right. She was the closest he came to a mother figure for the time being, which, undoubtedly, was part of the reason he adored her so. Not that the circumstances lessened Ella’s part in him being so fond of her, mind. I smiled as the soft murmur of voices from his bedroom became more and more muffled as he gave up his quest to stay awake. Another few minutes later, just as the sun dipped below the horizon at a quarter past eight, Ella returned to the living room. “Deed done”, she smiled. “Now that was one tired, happy camper.” I smiled. “No wonder, that - getting up at oh six early to get to kindergarten before I head for work, then charging his batteries on a metric shitload of pancakes before spending hours playing lawn croquet cum hide-and-seek cum Calvinball, before being put to bed by a beautiful redhead. What’s not to like?” Ella giggled and sat down at the far end of the sofa, sending me a sly smile. “Funny you should mention that.” Stretching out, she purred like a cat most pleased with itself. “This beautiful redhead wonders when you’re going to do that thing with your tongue to her again.” I swallowed. I’d hoped she might suggest we do a repeat performance tonight. I nodded, eagerly. “Will 'now’ fit said beautiful redhead’s schedule?” I asked, quite proud to keep a steady voice as seemingly all the blood left my head, racing for my loins, leaving me feeling light-headed in the process. Winking, Ella threw a quick glance around her to make sure the curtains were drawn, then undid the button and started wiggling out of her jeans. “How soon is now?” she giggled, making me smile at the Smiths reference; I knew her mother, Elin, was quite passionate about The Smiths. Apparently, some of her good taste had rubbed off on her daughter, too. Seconds later, Ella sat there, still with her black tee on, but naked from the waist down. She didn’t need to beckon me to her; I eagerly got up, crossed the space between us in two long strides and knelt between her legs, gently pushing them apart, her thick, full tuft of red hair right in front of me. I glanced up at her, meeting her quite expectant gaze. “Please do it,” she said in a quiet voice. “Eve