The Help

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

There is a flush in my face, I can feel it heating up. The questions are beyond inappropriate and the way you look at me tells me so much more than I thought possible at my age. You are far too young for me! Aren’t you? You shouldn’t be looking at me like this, and I shouldn’t be imagining you naked over me, wondering what your kiss tastes like either.

“I .. Uh..” A swallow of nervousness… or is it heat? It is hard to ascertain which I feel the most. Being in this small space with you, knowing how wrong all this is and where it seems to be leading in to, is insane! Dangerous. Fuck… You are making me crave things I shouldn’t be. I can imagine your hands on me, gliding over my body so long since ignored. No doubt I’d be a mess in seconds of another’s touch… No, of your touch. You are far too sexy to look at me like that.

If you could read my mind, see my thoughts.. How would you react? Your eyes and smirk tell me you’d know just what to do and do it. The way you speak of women, it has goose bumps covering my arms, tightening my nipples even harder. What would everyone think?!

Why do I care? At this point in my life, what others thing of me shouldn’t matter. Picturing holding you down as I simply take what I want.. Imagine what the spouse would think if he knew what I was thinking, how would he react if he walked in on that?! Revenge is best served cold, isn’t it? I don’t feel a fucking ounce of cold right now. Shit….

“All..” I say and turn away just as Mikey gurgles a sound from the back seat and never ever has an interruption felt both unwelcomed and welcomed at the same time. A swift subject change, “Look who’s awake..” a smile, almost apologetic meets your eyes before I open the door and hop out. The cool parking garage air feels refreshing, a healthy reality check, the sensual bubble has been broken. I feel it’s loss almost immediately, a sadness comes from it but I am good at masking my feelings and thoughts, had to get good at that one. So the smile is back and the energy is shifting into a zoo visit instead of the lewd thoughts of riding you.

“I’ll change him if you want to get the stroller ready.” The subject sounds so wrong but what else can I do? Certainly NOT do what’s on my mind here in the garage with my kid in the car. Pulling the baby out of the car seat, to the back of the SUV and opening up the back, I wait until you’ve fished out the stroller, lay Mikey down and change him. I can’t look at you but I feel you just behind my bent body. Watching? Waiting? Are your eyes raking over my bent ass? I want to think you aren’t and the darker side hopes you are.

Fuck! This is so wrong! I need to get control of myself, I thought the shower had helped but it hasn’t. Too damned long ignored and it’s threatening to consume me. I feel like I am drowning a bit here, flushing, thinking dirty thoughts, imagining things I shouldn’t. I just need to get through this zoo visit and probably another round or two of orgasms to regain some self-control here. Helping get the baby into the car seat, we lock up the car and head in.

 

[Homerun2611]

Is it possible, are you weakening, or better yet strengthening, your resolve to forget about your rat bastard husband and giving in to let yourself do the baby sitter? Jesus, have I gotten through, made you realize not only how incredibly sexy you are, what a God damned fool your husband is? That yes Brandi, every ounce of my twenty something hard body self craves every God damn inch of your cougar ass!

Yet you aren’t a Cougar, no matter how much I wish you were. You are smart, classy, refined, elegant even, without even trying to be. Humble and just amazing! Way, way too good for me, yet.. you make me want to be better, be something you could be proud of to have on your arm. Not just for my looks and how your lady pals might look at you with envy, green eyes of jealousy and wet loins trying to remember how a body might feel like between said thighs, if they ever even had that to begin with. No not my wink or smile, but a smart, ambitious young guy who is going to do something with his life, when … he’s not doing you? That’s it, that’s who you make me want to be, better, the man everyone has always said I could be if I wasn’t hell bent on fucking around and sucking the marrow from the bone.

Carpe diem is a nice little slogan, but I have made it a manifesto of having as good a time as possible with the minimal amount of effort necessary. But you deserve better and God damn it, I want to do it, for you! I lean in, SHIT, why the fuck did I lean in. I can’t exactly mount Mommy in front of Mikey, nor have you given me any clue that such a bold advance would be welcome. However.. .you have to feel it, don’t you, how incredibly, insanely good we might be together? And, I’m not just talking about fucking, there is more, a real connection, humor and Mmmmm, I want to be worthy, but well, let’s start with fucking!

I am leaning like a fool, no where to go, but rocking back is not exactly a smooth move either. Kelly! Suddenly your bouncing, buxom, babe of a daughter crosses my mind and her not too subtle invitation to cum over tonight. I have little doubt her intent is to enjoy me between her legs and we could not be more in agreement. That’s what I need, isn’t it, a few bursts from the old canon, pound out several ounces of baby batter, that will clear the mind and allow me to face you again with a focused, clear head and fully drained pair of balls. Yep, and she is perfect, she doesn’t love me, only lust, glorious lust, and me the same, two bodies sculpted by God to do bad things together in perfect, indulgent, rhythm. Yep just let me bounce on your daughter a bit, and I will be good as new!

Looking back at you I realize….Damn it .. I fucked it up, I can tell. Basically asking if you might want to have me bend you over, slap you on the ass, and call me daddy! Not immediately, I can tell how you listen, even feel what I say. I wish you could feel me though, my touch is so much better than my words, even though my words are good, God I want to play you, hit every notes and enjoy your crescendo! Stop, stop, none of that, no more wanting to make lewd advance, think innocent thoughts, pounding her daughter, not mounting Mommy … no matter… how much I may be falling in love with you.

Head falls, there I have admitted it to myself, deep sigh…. Only to hear Mikey gurgle. “Look who’s awake..” Head snaps to see partial tooth grin, what a wingman, he knew I was in trouble and dove into save me… eyes look up .. and at you.

“Yep I’ll get the stroller, let’s get him fresh and see some lions, tigers and bears… “ Gving you a wink, that is more where I should be flirting, quoting the Wizard of Oz, not asking if you like it rough. Yet as I peel outside and open trunk I can’t help but wonder, if I’ll ever find out, first hand?

I see you collecting yourself, all I can think is “please don’t be mad.” It was a question and an implicit offer, and damn it you are so smart you know it.

Mikey, well rested is all grins and giggles. It is a killer smile some day he is going to be a dude. You tease and play, as you strip him down and change his diaper. Would it be too much to ask you to apply a little talc on me too? STOP IT!

Picking him up, I pop the hatch and put him in a stroller. I hope I have given you enough time. “Shall we go … I think we all could use a drink!”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi

“Yes!” Is the big smile greeting you get as soon as you are in line of sight. Baby strapped into his new ride, our eyes meet and flick away. It is a little awkward but not too uncomfortable. Can you tell I am imagining your hands gripping my hips? “Something with a lot of ice..” Is the rushing whispered words, catching your eyes snap to me, I’m guessing you heard that. A flush and a smile meets your blue eyes. “Shall we?” Agreement readily met, I am surprised when you hand me the smaller diaper bag and begin to ‘drive’ Mikey into the zoo. Maybe a petting zoo would have been better? More intimate….

NOPE!

That is the last thing I .. we need to find ourselves cloistered off in intimate little spots petting adorable animals I can be jealous of. No, no that would make thinking more impossible than it is already. I had never thought someone your age would find me attractive, and while I know what I would do with you given the space and time, … Yeah, I need something cold and a change of thoughts..

What would people say!?

Every pair of eyes glancing our way I can see their expressions, and most are thinking COUGAR or Mom of TWO boys. Maybe I am just imagining that too? I feel judgement where there is none, merely because my thoughts are so not anywhere near PG rating. We stop at the basics of most zoo. Bears, alligators, hippo and there at the lion cage are a pair of rowdy beasts just fucking away while kids point and laugh, adults too for the most part and many mothers are trying to cover their kids eyes.

“Yeah, the food court is straight ahead..” I help steer through as this place is so damned packed today that winding through is a slow process. Bumping and apologizing, finally like Moses parted the sea, bodies shift and move, opening a nice line right to an empty table. “Oh there’s one!” and off I go as quickly as I can without sprinting to sit down. “You want to go get us drinks or shall I?” Tugging Mikey’s stroller and him closer, I glance up at you and smile, trying very hard not to stop midway through. “Iced Tea would be perfect, if they have it or a coke?” I hand over my card, smiling even more so until both dimples are craters in each cheek. “please?”

I find my eyes on your hands, the grip on the stroller and those veins popping up. Well sculpted, I recall well you shirtless in the pool. You keep yourself fit, tan all over and I wonder if that tan goes past that waist band? Maybe boyish good looking but that is a man’s body, one I keep peeking at. Fuck, the nipples are starting to harden all over again and I have to glance down at the baby, leaning in to talk to Mikey, finding his toy dinosaur helps keep me from picturing more dirty things. Those damned questions have planted some deep fucking seeds, no matter how hard I try to ignore the throbbing between the thighs, it’s not going anywhere any time soon by the feel of things.

 

[Homerun2611]

This was nice, the connection visceral, palpable, I see the attraction from you too, it is not my imagination, or at least I hope not. Our eyes linger one last moment before it is off with Mikey we go. I gladly pilot the stroller and you pay. I see the man who takes your card, the way he looks at me, is it condescension or envy. His eyes almost ask the question “Are you tapping that?” Oh if only, but instead I smile back, realizing I would have no problem even if I were only your boy toy.

Yet as we walk in, eyes do seem to follow us, glancing back and forth, I walk with pride. If people want to assume something, then I will gladly wear it, it would be my honor, yet somehow deep down inside I think it could be even more. It is ironic, there is probably no woman I have ever dated, even if the date lasted ten minutes in the bathroom stall of some bar, would have thought me the fatherly type. Yet here I am, and the realization is coming to me, the issue was ore, I could never see them as the mother, but you? Eyes glance briefly to side and down as you walk. So classy, even when casual, you change my thoughts on everything.

I love zoos, and Mikey is a bit young for the actual interactive things, petting ducks or sheep, being gentle. He is more the point and coo, and so we do, including the fornication of the lions. I have to tease, “So when you said rough…” Nodding my neck in the direction of the king of beasts mounting and taking, “They appear to like it rough as well?” A small grin, as eyes stay forward, taking in the action before we move on. You finally mention the food court, a welcome break from where my mind has been the last hour or so.

“Mmm, a drink…” Cold sounds great, water? Sure, better if laced with barley and hops, but not to be had. Maybe pick up a six pack on the way home, nothing like a cold beer on a hot day, maybe we can share one? Eyes linger too long on you, as mind drifts to one of those beer commercials, the last bastion for old school males in a a #metoo world.

Yes, hot girls, scantily clad, I picture one of my favorites, you know the ones that shows the cold glass, nice head on top of a golden ale, riverlets, slipping down the glass, hot woman, in a t-shirt tied at the waist, bare midriff, bringing the chill of the glass to run down neck glistening with sweat. Sexy tan, glass continues sexy slide down v of T, slippery slope of sexy cleavage, but the woman in the commercial, the one with just enough perspiration to make the white cotton tranlsucent, is you! You miss Brandi.. all forty something married you, looking hot as hell, making cocks salute across the country.

“…I’ll get it, you enjoy the time here with Mikey.” Heading off to find drinks, I see a nanny, or perhaps high class au pare, with two kids in a stroller, a blonde, probably Swedish who has obviously been watching, she is last in line, a short line, as I step in behind her.

She speaks in broken English, a sexy Swedish accent that drips with a “do you like to fuck Swedish women?” Tinge. It is as much the eyes as the word, “Is the little boy yours?” She asks, looking back over my shoulder, seeing you sitting there, but not seeming to see that as an issues. Her finger trails across lower lip, blue eyes sparkle, she can’t be more than 21, maybe 18, of course I don’t discriminate in age. “No.. I am just.. uh.. the manny!” Blushing a little, not ashamed of what I do, just realizing how it sounds.

“Ohhh.. how .. nice!” I watch young eyes rake up and down my body, my t-shirt is body fitting, and I sense I am passing visual test with colors. “I care for children too…” The accent is thick, and would be sexy normally, but my mind is still on you. She pauses, and I can watch that Scandinavian mind working.. “You know the park at 6th and Central….” Of course I do, it is a huge park, pond, ducks and swans, walkways, beautiful flowers. “I do, it’s lovely, Mikey loves it… “. Pointing back to the little guy, but seeing your eyes, I need to end this, cold beverages Rick, think ice!

“Inga, my name is Inga.. I am there almost ever day, usually mid to late morning… see you there….maybe?” I think I am being asked out on a Nanny date, I’ve had worse, she is in short shorts and t-shirt, but at nearly five seven she has a great body, large natural breasts, God did some of his best work.

I am not looking, not at all, but it is deep in my DNA to be polite if not charming to attractive women, “I’m Rick, maybe we will…”. Can’t stop myself and add a wink and an eye rake of my own, “I do love a good… “ Intentional pause, and second, very slow rake of eyes, is she actually posing? “… park!” We don’t touch, but I sense her eyes on my ass as I continue to stand and come back with two ice chilled plastics bottles of agua.

“Sorry…” I say as I come back, “She is a nanny, and guess she spotted Mikey and guessed I was his Daddy…” Dropping the topic and wanting to move on. Believe it or not, despite her young, firm, nubile body, and sexy little accent, I am far more interested in you and want to make this a fun day, fun break for you.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Brandi - The Zoo

My mind is wrapped up in the long, slow death sentence of abstinence. Unwilling abstinence, what an oxymoron that one is. My pulse is calming, and those dirty images of you between my thighs is finally fading off into that recess of spank bank for later category. I shouldn’t think of this, on you. Not on the words you did say, the questions asked. What am I thinking?! Rough... I would take rough or soft and slow, or a combination of all the above right now, and that is a bit scary. Am I as bad as Michael? Would I entertain this at all if my husband had remained faithful?

“Heeeey..” A smile and bending down to the little man strapped into his stroller, his smile all I need to soothe away the raw nerves a bit. At least I got something out of that last bad performance, right? “Yes, lets go in, I need a cold drink.” Ice water would be it, alcohol nowhere in sight. Not that I needed or wanted it, it just sounded like a good way to unwind a bit. Our eyes meet and I offer a warmer smile, “We will wait over here.." So much more I want to say and don't.

We do not speak much, walking in, paying entry and finding a drink vendor, we sit and sip a drink. Too crowded to continue the game, pretty sure the mood is broken too. Damn me and my reactions! I’ve been shut away a bit too long, some self-imposed exile from life and friends and fun. Not sure why Michael has this power over me, to make me feel so inadequate? It is easier to hide out in the safety of my home and work than to face the masses of people we know, always alone while my man-whore husband is off flirting with some young thing elsewhere. People noticed, the sympathy in their eyes was the final straw on an already frayed ego. I shut myself away..

“OH! You have such a lovely baby..” A woman at my left says, making noises at Mikey before adding, “He has his daddy’s eyes..” Looking at you, then me as she goes on about how cute he is. She sinks into a squat to play with his little fist, making baby sounds as she talks to my dimple deep grinning son who blows bubbles and babbles a bit.

“Thank you.” A smile spreading, I do not correct her as she doesn’t seem to find the three of us an odd pairing. I see no judgement in her eyes, does she even know how much younger you are than I? The stranger is sweet, genuine, and enthralled with little Mikey, a bit too friendly for my taste. Not lingering long, she says goodbye in this little baby tone and shakes Mikey’s little fist before she goes off to order herself a drink. Watching her go, wondering why there were no hard pursed lips and chastising looks for being with you, presumably your son in the stroller? This is a little strange, but it does make me smile. I mean, isn’t that a stroke of my vanity, that you’d father my son?

“Thank you.” I say to you when you return, shifting Mikey’s stroller back to facing me and lowering my cup down so he can suck on the straw, try to get him to learn how. I should correct them, but why bother? I don’t need them knowing my business, nor do I need their looks or comments about a male nanny either. People are judgmental, it is just fact. You can deny it, claim differently but in the end, we all are. I’d rather be judged a cougar than make you less of a man for tending to a baby’s needs. Perhaps it’s more? The seedy implications of a man as a nanny that looks like you? A glorified pool-boy when there’s no pool to be had? Yeah, I’d rather not. Do I grin a bit though? Hell Yes I do!

The afternoon is much easier after the ego boost. Knowing looks exchange, our little game coming back to my mind. The sexual tension is just there at the fringes of both our minds, I can see it in you and sense it in me. It eases a bit as we go along the pathways, you have this easy-going nature that just helps the stressers ease away. By the time it’s time to head back to the house, Mikey is wiped out, I am smiling and humming along to the radio as you drive us home. Is our small version of twenty questions forgotten? No. I wish I had asked you to elaborate further on just what you enjoy, about meaning every word, but I am not that brave to bring it up again. Maybe another time? No doubt there will be plenty more times we are alone, you sleep just down the hall from me after all. Ordering some pizza to be delivered, I find myself in my office and deep into a furniture hunt on ebay while the rest of the house settles down for dinner, and then bed. Shut away, working until so tired I can’t focus, can’t think about the empty bed upstairs in my single room. Even if Michael were here tonight, he’d be in his own bed and I, in mine. Alone. Why does that rub me so raw tonight? I know why.. I just don’t want to think about that. By ten I am sound asleep.

 

[Homerun2611]

First the mom and then the daughter ….

A woman interrupts, “… he has his Daddy’s eyes…”. I think about correcting her, instead only smile, just the thought brings a smile to my face, if only I were so lucky. Not lying or completely telling the truth, “I am a lucky man.. “ I say as she starts to leave, and see her smile, giving each of us one more look before departing. I like the way you don’t correct her, I also can’t help wonder just how cute our Baby might be, no offense to my little buddy here. I have to shake my head, WOW a breeding fantasy, you Miss Brandi are definitely bringing out a whole new side of me.

You apologize after she leaves, and I can see you thinking. “Hey, I’m honored, just for anyone to think a guy like me would deserve a woman like you.. let alone this little guy.” Not that children are likely in my near future, a bullet I have only barely dodged a couple of times, but even then, it wasn’t so much the thought of a baby as the woman who would be their mother, there just aren’t many Brandi’s out there. “I was flattered.” Closing and we can move on.

You tell me not to worry about my earlier faux paus. So I take the chance to clarify, “I never want to make you feel bad, and certainly not sad… but I am going to say it. I respect your marriage, and the vows you keep, but, if you want it, you deserve to be satisfied and enjoy that body that I don’t think you even know how hot it still is. There is a reason that woman thought Mikey might be mine, and it was because guys my age, Michael’s age, younger even or older… all would love the chance to enjoy the ride that could lead to one of those… it is a decision, not a sentence to live without sex.”

I know I have said too much, but there it is, I don’t know if I overstepped but the rest of our day is just fun, light hearted, we laugh a the tigers trying to cool off, the bears sitting in the shade, and even the monkey masturbating but move Mikey along. The rest of our day is fun, carefree, yet I can’t help but feel a bit guilty as I enjoy this time with you, yet know your daughter’s invitation is awaiting me tonight.

You must be busy as Mikey and I eat our pizza, I prepare you a plate and bring in, “Let me know if there is anything else I can do.” That is it for us tonight, and after putting Mikey to bed, I see your door already shut. It has been a nice day, but Kelly’s light is on, and we did sort of agreed to…

Probably a bad idea, but I grab the speaker that would allow me to hear if Mikey stirs, and head out past the pool to the pool house. I had picked up that six pack and grabbing two Stella’s and two frosty mugs, I head over.. just talk and unwind a bit, right?

She may have even forgot, fuck I hope she doesn’t have some guy over, we should have some sort of code so I don’t show up and make an ass of myself. But, well, this is our first late night get together, maybe you’re not even there, maybe you aren’t in the mood for visitors? All are possibilities, but nevertheless I knock… “I’ve got presents…” is called through closed door, only to wait for response….

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

Quietly some alternative band is playing in the room from some corner, the lights are dimmed and take out was finished an hour ago. By now mom is asleep or about to nod off, and I know my baby brother is out like a light. Strict schedules, blah blah and blah! You know the routine, as an adult with responsibilities to see to, as for me? I have none but to myself and I plan to always keep it this way. Why ruin my body and looks for a baby? Don’t get me wrong, they’re cute but they are super cute as someone else’s hell. Dirty diapers, bottles, endless nights of sick and crying, or teething..

Hard pass! That is something I am never going to do. No man is worth that, hell men are hardly worth interrupting my peace over. Well.. Most men, fortunate for me I have a hot as fuck dad and now a sexy boyish nanny to toy with. I do wonder if he is going to be ok with just some head? If he thinks I am going to let him fuck me.. I scoff out loud just as the door knock comes.

Shit! He’s here already? I lost track of time I guess, but fuck it. Hottie to the boredom rescue! With a big smile on my face and barely contained pajama’s keeping me covered, I open the door wide, grinning, “Hey, you made it…” Eyes refuse to go lower than his face, such a handsome smile.. I am going to love sitting on that. When you lift those bottles and mugs, “Oh, sorry, come in.” And step aside. Am I checking you out? Hell yeah, I sure am! I saw you in the pool, those wet trunks fit you like a second skin and if that was shrinkage.. well let’s just say you are definitely packing some meat!

I wonder if you are tempting mom yet? “Have fun at the zoo?” I ask, polite is polite right? Dad did say to help our new nanny get the idea planted to ‘help mom out’ with so much more than little brother. Hey, don’t judge.. Mom’s need love too and Daddy sure as hell needs some breathing room. How they ended up married is beyond me. My parents are both very good looking, smart and successful but mom is so.. traditional and my dad? Not so much..

Shutting the door, my hands shift to my lower back, letting my slip robe fall open. I am wearing little sleep shorts and a baby doll like top, so I am covered.. barely. Don’t I know it.. When you turn around and catch sight of me and my sheer PJ’s, I see it in your eyes… Yeah, I am getting to you.

Good..

“Come, sit. Thanks for bringing something to drink..” Helping you out with those while sitting on my over stuffed love seat. Patting a cushion next to me, I know I am luring you in and you are oh so willingly coming along. “Like it here?” I ask sweetly, lets get you settled in, relaxed.. I hear a little gurgle of sound in the monitor speaker. “Oh, genius.. You know those are only one way unless you press the button, right?” So eavesdropping can happen a lot with those things.. as can whispering through them. I tried it once, not sure if it works out here though? We are a rather good distance from the house.

Eh, who cares! Tucking my feet under me, I sit sideways so I can look at you, mug in both hands and resting on one thigh, my smile never leaving as I watch you settle in next to me. “I wasn’t sure you’d come tonight..”

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick at Kelly Ann’s

I didn’t know what I was expecting, or even wanting. No, I knew what I wanted, it was either working or asleep in the big house. This was a reaction, the need to scratch an itch, that had begun to fester and by the end of the day was driving me crazy.

What an object of morality I was! A very sexy woman had once told me all men were dogs, and it was probably true. I was pretty sure I was falling in love with Brandi, yet like any dog, I really fucking needed to sniff! So, like any upstandingly good man, I was standing, six pack in hand, knocking on the door of her 18 year old daughter, with God only knows what I might be capable of.

You open the door, and God Damn, you are sex on a stick. I actually can’t imagine anything you wouldn’t look sexy in, but a baby doll top and the shortest of boy shorts, in a shorty loosely tied robe, looks fucking amazing on you. I’m sure my eyes undress you, but it is easy, but oh so gratifying. “Oh Sorry, were you getting ready for bed …” But the fact I say that and stil walk inside, must really give the wrong impression, or does it? Is my conscious trying to be respectful and constrained, while my subconscious hopes the fly just asked the spider into the parlor.

Actually that is probably the wrong metaphor as nothing about you Kelly Ann, makes me think you don’t bite as well, and your venom… fucking addictive! So I guess the question is who is predator here, and who is prey, but I’m pretty sure I am about to find out.

Your words help, it is an innocent question that puts guilt right back where it should be. “Yeah, the zoo was great, we had fun, and I don’t think Mikey really saw the big cats fucking.” A sheepish laugh, as I set down the cold beers, although we should probably put the four we aren’t about to open in your fridge.

If I’d known you were thinking about your father while looking at me, that would definitely had taken the edge off of what I was feeling. I don’t know exactly what yours and your father’s relationship is, but I think I have an idea, I just wish I didn’t find it kind of hot.

It is ironic, both of us are in all humility hotter than hot, yet we both are seeking and wanting older, wiser and more experienced partners, which probably is why I am here, not quite lusting, but appreciating the convenience of having a potential friend with benefits.

The dog metaphor comes starkly back to mind as you pat the loveseat next to you, making no effort to retie the robe and sitting such that it only slides wider. I think for a moment I had worried that maybe I might be taking advantage of her, but the look in her eye, the way she pats and seductively purrs me to sit, kills any concerns of lost innocence.

I pause, biting my lip and just taking one more second to pan up and down you, taking you all in. “You are dangerous, aren’t you? Yes, Kelly I like it here .. God help me.” Chuckling at the honestly of my confession.

Sitting down, I sit on one leg underneath me, giving you a sense of flexibility I doubt Daddy has any longer. “I’m still not sure cumming was a good idea… “ A hard swallow, “But I guess I couldn’t stop myself.” We are playing an interesting game, dancing an interesting dance. Taking a swig of the beer, trying to collect my thoughts.

“I uh… feel like I need to say something, be honest. I don’t know if this is a good Idea, I’m not sure you do either?” Reaching out I brush that gorgeous blond hair away from your face, and then let my hand fall, but only to rest the side of my hand on your thigh. Fuck it almost burns.

“You know I’m attracted to you … really attracted, but this is complicated and I was thinking… maybe we should try to agree on some rules? I mean… being careful on how far we go…and thoughtful on where we don’t … if we go anywhere, maybe just being a bit of relief for each other, friends with certain benefits … when, uh .. relief is needed.” But fuck you were Sexy, and I felt the trickle of sweat slide down between my pecs, and it was well air conditioned in here. “I hope you don’t mind but…” And the, slightly cocking my head, I leaned in to kiss you … lips parted, tongue ready, a dog in full pant!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

That flash of smile and darkening eyes, that telling grin that crosses my features, perks my nipples up, is the silent answer you get. I am dangerous, and I know it. Boy are you cute! So damned adorable and hot at the same time and I bet when you reach daddy age… Delicious! I like the way you bite at your lip like that, has me picturing your lips on me and doing the same.

I lift a bit and scoot closer, never leaving those expressive eyes of yours, not for a second. I can see the uncertainty in you, I know I have it too.. somewhere much deeper than you though. Am I spoiled? Yes. “You like her, don’t you?” I see the little confused glance, “I mean, my mom..” A nod and your head kind of tries to nod and not nod at the same time. “I don’t blame you, where do you think I got all my sexy from?” A grin spreads out, sinking into each cheek is a delicate dimple. “It’s not complicated, Rick.. Not really.” I scoot even closer, reaching out to tracing my fingers down the center of your chest, tugging that hem of your shirt up a little. A low growl coming when I find that six pack, fuck you’re so damned sexy too.

“Rules are good..” eyes shift from your abs to your face, my smile returning full kilowatt. “I don’t want romance or dating or boy friends.. I am saving myself for someone in particular..” I see that odd look in your eyes, trying to figure me out and my meaning and just why then did I invite you here? “Oh no, no.. Don’t do that to me, Rick. I am not a cock tease..” A burst of giggle comes, “Well, not a blue balls creator on purpose.. I love oral, Rick.. I figure if you do too, we could enjoy ourselves, relieve some tensions and pent-up need with a good old fashioned sixty-nine?” Reading your face is getting more difficult as you are starting to think much too much about what I just said.

“I won’t tell a soul. Your job is safe, secure.. I don’t mind if you want to fuck my mom, she is hot and deserves some pleasure too. I know my dad isn’t faithful, so why should she be? Good for the goose, good for the gander, right?” Fingers slip into that waist band, leaning into the couch so I can angle my hand and reach in deeper. I watch your eyes as my fingers wrap around your shaft and begin to stroke you. “I just want to sit my pretty little pussy on your sexy as fuck face while swallowing this big boy down my throat.. No more requirements than that, just a good old fashioned cum.. That fit your rules requirement?” and all the while talking, within a breadth of your lips where I can taste you in the air I draw in and let out, I speak in a soft sultry purr so only your ears can hear me. We are all alone, I won't wake the house, not out here, neither would you. I know, I tested it. I can scream cumming on your face and no one would hear us, and I smile as those last words die out, your angle is right there to kiss me and my eyes are daring you to do it.

 

[Homerun2611]

Frying Pan Into The Fire … Nah, More Like Bush Diving…

The first part of the conversation was a bit uncomfortable, seeing as I am sitting in her daughter’s apartment, and I brought alcohol, the question feels … questionable! “Uhm….” I look into those eyes of yours, can’t tell for sure if they are hazel or green, but fuck they are seductive, all of you, is so fucking hot … young … hard!!!

“Yeah … if I am honest I do, and I think honesty between us is really important … I like her very much, probably the most impressive woman I’ve ever met up close.” I can’t continue looking into your eyes as I feel really vulnerable and turned on and that is a bad, bad combo. I can’t hide the admiration though, and don’t want to, Brandi deserves that, but who am I kidding, I don’t hide the lust either. Your words are helpful, are you giving me your blessing? I’ll take it if you are.

Either way, I didn’t come here to talk about your mother, but somehow doing so clears the air, and in your next sentence I don’t need to spend time speculating on who the “special guy” you are saving yourself for. Saving being an interesting interpretation.

Are you sure you’re only 19? As you had a certain edge and street smarts that belied a privileged girl living above her parents’ pool house. If I’d written you a script I could not have been more pleased with your disclaimer, but you see my grin. “Well, I respect that, the need to keep your purity unsullied and sacred…something you could honestly tell your mother or … “ I look into those sexy, sexy eyes .. “Father.”

A brief pause, “So, giving each other head … fine, hand jobs, fingering, I assume those are good … but what about fucking those gorgeous tits, really very similar to a hand job, just soft, billowy hands … and mutual masturbation, really that is more of a show than anything, entertaining each other like playing the piano …”. I stop, momentarily contemplating, “Now here is a toughie, how do you feel about anal .. some may consider it a technicality, but as far as I am concerned as long as your pussy is cock free you are a certified good girl and I would not want to artificially constrain you creativity or need for release, so I am just letting you know, I’m open, and flexible.”

I finish, biting my lip …suppressing an even larger grin. You are so god damn cute and sexy. I try to make my tone again serious. “I will warn you, I can be a bit vocal and the words could be taken wrong, but please don’t read the wrong thing into it, it is not meant to disrespect the casualness of our arrangement here, so should I start screaming to suck and swallow me like a whore while we are in mid mutual oral pleasuring is only my way of expressing utter delight at your purely … platonic skills.”

I chuckled, “I am teasing Sexy, I agree with you… this is for fun, mutual release and nothing more, I respect all boundaries and no will be taken as no, we are a matter of convenience for each other, a house perk if you will when needs need satisfying and unmet desires sated, I will expect nothing but happy to participate when schedules align.”

I did appreciate your vow of secrecy and my job safety. I did like this job, but way more importantly was your mother, her feelings and what I knew deep down were my feelings for her. I felt your hands grip my waistband and the blood surge into my cock to cum say hi. “And my face can’t wait to be your saddle sexy.. come and hop on board!”

As you lean in, my lips find yours, head cocking as tongues tangle, moans loud, I’m sure we’ll test that sound proofing. As skilled as your hands are at pulling down my shorts, our bodies rise to stand on knees and I deftly slide your top over extended arms. “My God .. you have great, great tits … friend!” Laughing as I pull you back close to undo and slip off shorts and panties, my shorts now around my knees.

Lips kiss as tongues tango, hands pawing until I finally stand up only to pull you up with me and lay back down on my back. “Come on Sexy, hop on board.” Eyes scan down to take in all of your incredible body, pausing at pussy and licking lips in anticipation of intended intimacy. “You look fucking delicious…” Growling and extending arms ready to assist you in assuming the position.

I was glad we had rules, I was glad there were not only no strings but a mutual understanding of what this was… but all of that said… I fucking couldn’t wait to eat you… as my eight inch cock looked like a rocket about to launch into orbit!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

Between you and the back of this little loveseat, I place one knee. With body twisted, and a right hand full of hard shaft, stroking you as I move over that handsome baby face takes a bit of slow moving. So thick and hard, your cock is beautiful just like the rest of you. That tip flared just a bit larger than the thick shaft, sculpted without a single flaw that I can see and my mouth waters.

“Maybe anal..” Stretching out forward, my free hand pressing to your knee and onto the couch I move over you. My words brush that leaking tip as I speak in a husky growl, “Right now..” Fingers glide that thick pole, stroking you towards my speaking lips, “I don't want to talk, Rick.” and finally, my right knee is on the couch just above your shoulder. I know what you are looking at, a clean anus, a smooth shaved soft space between ass and mound, free of hair and not a single tan line in sight.

A soft groan escapes me when your hands slide my thighs and up over my bent hips. A soft kiss is pressed to the little clear pearl. A sticky little treat clinging between kissing lips, dabbing tongue and that pretty fat cockhead of yours. Groaning around you is intentional, your touch is making me tingle and tickle, and the sight of your cock is making me hunger to feel you inside. I can’t, at least not this soon. We have a deal after all…

I feel your pull but keep hovering above you, bobbing on that tip as saliva begins to run down over you, “So damned hard! Fuck..” A wet slurpy kiss and mouth opens wider to take you a bit deeper. I know I tease, I do it on purpose and reaching between your face and my pussy, my fingers flank my own slit and rub, spreading out and back in. I know you’re watching, but are you wanting me yet? A grin as you make this sound, a sexy fucking sound too at that.

“You really want a taste of this pussy, Rick? Or are you faking it..” I taunt you on purpose and continue to bob on you in the softest manner that I can, all the while sliding two fingers to my outer lips, parting to let you get a glimpse and scent of the pink middle.

 

[Homerun2611]

“Would you like me to move, let me know what I can do to make you truly enjoy your ride?” Squirming just enough as I feel your one knee slide between my bare chest, and the seat back of your coach.

Fuck the way you move! Your body is young, muscular, tight, yet curvy in all the right places. If I thought staring into your eyes was incredible, it is nothing to soft pink starfish and glistening little slit now moving deliciously in my direction.

The words, “Maybe anal…” Initiates a deep moan from me as I am staring dead in the eye of that sexy little pucker. A brief lock of middle finger tip, is followed by a soft rimming massage of sexy starfish, “Mmmm, it would be a shame not to enjoy …” Fingers spread to roll hand over firm round ass. Other hand raises to similarly enjoy other cheeks, kneading and spreading spectacular flesh, and it is true, not a tan line in sight, I really need to pay closer attention when you lay out poolside.

Your thighs flex and your ass has just the right bounce as you lower and I feel lips kissing and teasing tip, I had guessed you for a ride me hard, and damn near suffocate me in sweet, succulent sex, but you are taking your time and far be it for me to discourage.

The way you grip and go down, you are clearly experienced in pleasuring cock, “Oh fuck…” groaned as precum licked and kissed off tip, so much more ready and waiting to feed you. Keeping your ass just a bit to far away for tongue to explore tasty slit, hand turns so slide finger tips up and down glistening labia.

I hear your comment, ‘welcome back to young cock’ is wicked thought, but you are too good, too sexy, “Kelly Ann, oh sexy you gotta be real, I can’t imagine not being rock hard for you.. for this… any time … every time.”

The rules are good, probably necessary, but they only to serve that which is forbidden all the more desirable. Hips push up, my cock and balls so smooth, they want to feel that tongue, that mouth all over them.” Abs flex as neck raises, if the cute little hills of your ass won’t come back to papa, then Ricky is going to come get it! Stomach muscles flex and I am whre I need to be, nose sliding between the finest crack of ass any man could ask for, as tongue extends to taste and slurp sweet nectar.

No words, only moans, “Mmmmm…..ohhhhmmmmm….” The grip on your ass is fierce. “Yes, yesss, I want to taste eat… fuck I want to own it … you better hope I don’t bite right into it…” Rocking from my waist as tongue hardens to push in as far as possible, bobbing my head to tongue fuck delicious cunt… fingers extending and squeezing before thumb slides around mound to find little button and pleasure as tongue pile drives needy orifice.

“Come here!” Is growled in command as hands pull ass back to find rightful place on face. God I want you to ride me, grind on me, fuck my face while hands/fingers move deftly to flick clit and tease tight little asshole.. hips are driving to feed you cock.

I knew you would be good, damned irresistible, but in this moment, every fibre of my being wants to either eat or be eaten by h you… I can only imagine how good our bodies look together .. what a video this would make…”God Kelly fuck me… “ Gasping for breath before diving back in. “Fuck me hard.. harder… c’mon sexy.. try to break me!”

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

There are gorgeous cocks, ugly cocks too. Tiny, medium and large and OH MY GOD NO size too. Your’s is perfect, no hard curve that prevents you from just.. Slipping down… Fuck!

Almost gagging that thing just slides right in and down my throat, raking my tongue the whole way. Your balls are tight, shaved and in my soft hand. Wrapping those boys, that sac is tugged just a bit down as head bobs and my throat coats you.

Hips pivot and writhe, grinding my sweet slit right into your mouth, that tongue and bucking harder. Seems you don’t need much air, pulling me by my hips down to you even more. Eliciting a growl, a whimper around the hard vein in my throat.

“FUCK!” pulling off, looking at the string of saliva linking cock to lips. So thin and sagging quick, bubbles popping here and there. My fingers fist your meat and stroke, faster, softly from tip to base. Fuck, I want! “Fuck, eat my cunt!” moans out, head back so far my hair is tickling my bare bucking ass cheeks. Rocking, slipping myself from tongue’s tip down chin and back to that nose. I am so going to coat your face..

I must not fuck! But fuck, do I want to slam myself down onto this rod and piston like a race car engine! Arms lock my hips and that tongue thrusts deep enough to make me spasm.

OH! It’s like that is it?! Watch this buddy!

Mind set, bending back forward, that dick of yours is engulphed. Throat wide, tongue pushing out, face turning red and my spit is seeping over you and my fingers. Deeper, holding as vision blurs from tears and body craves both air and more cock. Up to tip, closing my lips, letting that mess in my mouth pour out over you, jerking you off faster.

“Feed me, Rick!” body is wracked hard, tremors and shakes, my hips are driving in a whirlwind of lust and need, edging closer, i am so close to cumming all over your sweet handsome face. “Feed me! Fuck I’m gonna cum!” hands land on flexing hard thighs and grip, nose buried into groin, your cock is pointing at my stomach, sucking at you.

 

[Homerun2611]

The way you wrap your lips and that thing you do to the incredibly sensitive underside of my glands and shaft. “Oh fuck.. so good… Jesus more.. More .. MOre… MORE!!!” You sure as hell don’t need direction, as you have obviously know what you’’re doing.. actually not fair, you are a prodigy as your nineteen year old mouth and hands provide a master class in cock sucking!

That alone, your technique and talent would have made you the best I’d ever had, and I had … had! But no! You aren’t just mouth and hands and tongue, you are dirty words combined with a visual beyond compare, as your not pink slit is relentless in quickly giving me flash views of perfection before resting back into it saddle to grind, fuck and use my face!

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Kelly.. do you even know how good you are… FUUUCCCKKK!!!’ As again your tongue does something magical and your nails, what was that you did with your nails.. who cares.. .God do it again! The most amazing thing is somehow how I don’t blow, my God I am hard, and twitching and jerking. The precum has to be rolling out like an old water fountain that has forgotten how to completely turn off.

God damn! Why did I agree to your rules, it seemed so logical and right in the moment, but who knew the crazy mad skills your lusty little body possessed? God I do want to fuck, no I don’t, yes I do! Okay maybe not pussy, that would be cheating on Brandy! Wait how can I cheat on a a woman I am not dating or even fucking… but I want to fuck her.. but…”HOLY FUCK!” Again your mouth and hands hit and let me know erogenous zones exist down there I didn’t fully know of, as no one before had so perfectly and acutely hit just the right spot.

“OH God SUCK MY COCK!” Is blurted as my head is swirling with crazy tormented debate above, while lungs gasp for air from near suffocation by pussy pushing back and eager, insatiable cunt, demanding more. Fuck I thought I was good at this, I am good at this, but .. tongue hardens and droves deep.. one thumb works little button while other buries deep inside ass that I now am committed to having.

“Yes!!!!” The jolt is like lightning for after carrying me up, up, up… when the coaster hits the top I am delirious and don’t realize I was going over until, prick is gushing a geyser full of unwarned, but likely anticipated passion in hard jets to back of throat.

“Fuck I’m sorry… no .. fuck I’m not… GawwwwD!” Tongue fingers and hands work in precision… I am not going to stop until you tap out… I want that glorious cunt of yours to rain down and have the ride of its life.

God damn, I am still cumming, you have inspired duration and volumes heretofore inexperience.. and… I am loving every single second of it!

 

[Sweetp4u]

Kelly Ann

I am not sure how I got off of your face to lie beside you. Panting heavily, there are strings of spit and cum dribbling from my gaped mouth to drop and glide along your inner thigh. I rest against you, wedged into the couch, hips still spasm and jerk, my clit throbbing and I grin. I must look a mess or mad, but either way I am grinning wide, gasping for air, ears ringing, limbs twitching. I came so damned hard for so long, I think i broke my pussy! No.. you did!

“Fuuuuuuck…” is the kittenish growl, fingers swiping at stuck hair and drool tickling my chin and cheek. I thought I would be calm by now, but I am not. Shaking, a hand slaps lightly down on your thigh, lack of strength to even hold it up any longer.

“Fuck, you’re good..” praise, marvel? Some sort of wild combination, but looking like you do, i bet you’ve been pleasing the girls a long time now. Sexy fucker.. Fuck, I am still hungry! I promised though, but eyes on your slowly deflating cock are wantonly ogling that vein of yours. Imagine that beast inside me? So thick…

The monitor crackles and goes silent. Head lifting, a frown forming a second, not realizing the noise for what it is until it goes off again and a soft bubbling coo of starting complaint is heard.
“Oh hell..” there goes all ideas of round two out the window.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick

I am spent and in ecstacy, painting heavily as you move with agility dismount my face to slip your shoulder down between my legs, your mouth still gloriously and dangerously proximate to my genitals.

I relish in your praise, thinking right back at ya .. you are fucking 19 and a god damn succubus!

We had only discussed what would happen during, not after, which in the moment might provide dangerous degrees of freedom. Not sure if cuddling is allowed in our rules and seriously thinking, given what just happened, we need to rethink the whole parameters. Actually, is having a girl wedged between your legs, lips resting on my inner thigh technically cuddling or just a sexual time-out?

“Fuck that was good … too good … way too damned good… I wish I could say I wouldn’t but I know myself too well …” I slide my hand to run my spread fingers through your thick hair, unwittingly encouraging you to consider reviving my manhood for a second go! “Anytime … and as for those rules …”

You hear the monitor before I do, to lost in want of young and incredibly tight cunt, your words bring me back. “SHIT!!! …. I .. .” I nearly kick you off, but we are both moving, knowing it is not good if Mommy gets to Michael before I do!

“Gotta go…” as feet hit ground and we nearly knock heads finding clothes scattered in heat of lust. “OW!” Skipping underwear to grab shorts , only to momentarily catch scrotum in zipper. “FUCK..” Hoping to God nothing is bleeding but no time to check, down and back up, pants on and manhood tucked in. I will find boxers tomorrow. Grabbing t-shirt and starting to stumble out only to turn around and grip back of head to give you kiss with mutual cum tainted breath. “Sorry… but fuck.. great…you … great…” Moving fast, marginally intelligible, Mikey sets out louder scream.

Sprinting down steps three at a time, barely avoiding breaking leg and tossing on shirt before entering back door. I am streaming with sweat, part heat, part glow of just completed mutual molestation, and part pure adrenaline and fear. Back up stairs two at a time, and just as I reach for Mikey’s door I see you open yours.

“Uh … hope he didn’t wake you …. I was over … talking … with Kelly when I heard him!” Trying to keep at distance, sure I smell of sex, and breath definitely does, and having no awareness in the moment that not only did I put my shirt back on inside out, but also the back and label in front!