GC-1028 Ball The Babysitter
by Tim Peterson 3-1988


FOREWORD

Much has been written and said about the process of growing up but very 
little is really understood. Millions of sermons have been preached from 
the pulpits of America about the evil, sinful feelings felt by those who 
are leaving childhood behind and entering adulthood.

But despite all the words which have been written and spoken about 
growing up, no one has yet come up with a plan for coping with those 
turbulent feelings racking the bodies and minds of young men and women, 
which can satisfy everyone.

Crissy Parker, the young babysitter in this novel, experiences those 
traumatic emotions and copes with them the best way she can. The decisions 
she makes for her own life may not be acceptable to everybody, but they 
work for her.

BALL THE BABYSITTER is a fictional story about one girl growing up, a 
tale which might apply to any young girl in today’s society.

-The Publisher


CHAPTER ONE

A feeling of anticipation ran all through Crissy as she stepped softly 
down the hall. She eased open the door of the master bedroom and switched 
on the light. Continuing into the room, there was a look of fascination and
excitement on her young, gorgeous face.

It was the fourth time she had come over to mind the Wilson kids, but 
only the first time she had dared venture into the parents’ bedroom. Mostly
she thought of it only as Jonah’s bedroom—Jonah Wilson, the man she desired
more than any other in the world. At first he had been an object of fantasy
and lust. But as the weeks passed she had grown curious about him and 
wanted to know what he was like, all that stuff. Whenever the phone rang 
Crissy hoped it was Maggie Wilson calling her up to ask her to come over 
and sit the kids while she and Jonah went out.

It was frustrating, though. She never got to see him for more than a few 
minutes at a time. He did drive her home, but by then he was tired and she 
wasn’t sure she wanted him to know she had such a crush on him. He might 
laugh, or say something to Maggie and cost her a job.

Crissy drifted across the spacious, well-lit bedroom. A teenager, she had
a nicely filled-out form. She was a little light in the chest but had a 
great ass and long, tapered legs she liked to show off. Tonight she had on 
shorts and a sleeveless T-shirt top. Her hair was corn-silk yellow, 
somewhat stylishly cut, reaching just past her shoulders.

Carefully, almost cautiously, she pulled open the folding closet doors. 
It was divided in half, with Maggie’s stuff to one side and Jonah’s on the 
other.

Biting her bottom lip, suppressing a giddy excitement, she took down one 
of his shirts and put it on. It was one way of being close to him, she 
found, and kind of a thrill.

Curious, she touched his clothes, finding out what the textures were 
like, sensing what it would be like to slide an arm around him.

Was she obsessed? She had wondered about that. But wasn’t worried. She 
thought about him a lot, and fantasized, but not all the time. The last 
thing she wanted was to become a problem for him.

The first thing she wanted…

Well, never mind that. It was hopeless. She would never get to fuck with 
him. Never feel his hands on her body, on her sweet ass, on her yearning 
pussy. Never feel his lips kissing her, sucking her nipples, or her clit.

He and Maggie looked like the perfect couple. Why would he put that in 
jeopardy for a fling with some kid?

Still, a girl had her dreams.

Turning from the closet, Crissy’s bright blue eyes went to the bed. Her 
heart almost skipped a beat as she looked at it and thought about how it 
was his bed, where he slept, dreamed, fucked.

She crossed to it, feeling anticipation and excitement rise within her 
nubile body. She stopped, wondering if she should dare. The twins were 
asleep, and the Wilsons wouldn’t be back for hours. It was as good as 
having the place to herself.

First she turned off the overhead light, leaving two bedside lamps on. 
The dimmer light was less intimidating. She moved a knee onto the bed, then
brought the other forward and knelt there. It was a big bed with plenty of 
room for just about anything. She wondered if he were wild when it came to 
fucking, or as button-down as he sometimes appeared. She didn’t have a lot 
of experience, but she had known both types.

An idea occurred to her. It was tempting, but illicit. Crissy licked her 
lips, wondering again if she should dare. The kids were asleep.

She took off the shirt, then the T-shirt. Her high, conical tits reached 
out from her slightly arched body, pointing at a distant corner of the 
ceiling, or to heaven itself.

Crissy liked the feeling of being almost naked, but she put the shirt 
back on, because it was Jonah’s and it was like being close to him. She 
left it open, however.

She thumbed down her jogging shorts, dropped sideways onto her ass and 
rolled onto her back. As her head hit a pillow another thought arose from 
her bubbling young mind. What if Jonah were here right now, watching?

Her pretty lips spread in a wicked sort of delighted smile. She paused, 
becoming still, then eased into deliberate motion. This was what she a 
would do if he were there right then.

She drew her knees, together, up over her body. Taking her time, she drew
the loose material of her shorts along her sinewy thighs and pushed them 
from her lower legs and off over her running shoes and socks. She would 
leave them on. She might have to dress in a hurry, and besides, maybe he 
would think it a sexy look. Men seemed to have odd tastes where clothing 
and fucking was concerned.

Crissy let her feet fall back onto the bed, her knees parting widely. Her
panties were white, in a brief, bikini style. She slipped the polished 
fingernails of one hand under the waistband and brushed her fingertips 
across her hidden cunt-bush.

She pictured him standing at the foot of the bed, looking at her as she 
teased and tempted him. Wearing the suit he’d had on when he left, he 
started to undress.

Crissy knew what naked men looked like, knew what hard cocks looked like.
But about Jonah she knew precious little. He was on the tall side, fit and 
trim, but muscular? Hairy? Big in the cock area? She didn’t know.

She imagined him average, just to be on the safe side. And she fantasized
him calmly stroking his cock as he looked at her.

The young blonde babysitter pulled her knees back once more, drawing them
together, and pushed her panties from her hips and crotch. In deliberate 
fashion she slid the flimsy underwear from her folded shanks, showing off 
the intimate girl-parts that her imaginary lover was so eager to see.

Crissy let her knees drift apart, her heels sinking back onto the firm 
bedding. She curled long, slender hands around the cones of her perky tits 
and squeezed. The dual caresses sent tingly excitement through her system, 
triggering a wetness in her pussy that she could feel from within.

Carnal arousal was just about everything to Crissy. She loved it. She 
didn’t understand where it came from or what made it possible for a girl to
feel so good or whose idea it had been in the first place. She was just 
thankful as she could be that it was there. She ate it up.

Her nipples seemed to lift outward, soft buds becoming sharply defined, 
rich with tingles and heat. Her pulse quickened as she came more intensely 
alive. Her pussy warmed and gave a twitch of arousal. A shudder played 
through her tender body and out along her tapered thighs. She was starting 
to feel good. The way a girl—a woman—should feel.

Smiling, she licked her lips. She sighed. As her left hand caressed 
lightly over her peaked tits, her right hand drifted down her slender body.
The fingers teased through her compact, light-colored patch of cunt-hair 
and slid down onto the lips of her percolating pussy.

For a long moment she simply held herself down there. The warm, knowing 
pressure did good things to her inside, from the sweet stinging of her 
awakening clit to the faint pull of need deep inside to the fresh rush of 
lust that swept through her system.

If Jonah had been there, what would he do? Fall on top of her? Ravage 
her? Or take it slow? Maybe crawl onto the bed and touch her needy pussy 
with his tongue. Maybe give her such a licking that she would gush into his
mouth. God. If only she could know. If only she could feel it.

A whimper escaped her in a sighing voice. Her hand moved on her pussy. 
She rubbed from the bottom to the top of her outer cunt area, using 
fingertips only. Each time she reached her clit zone she whisked her 
fingers from side to side a few times. Raw excitement began to gnaw deeper 
into her cunt and body.

A sense of fun invaded her, as it often did. She wasn’t some solemn type 
when it came to providing her own pleasure. She was as unselfconscious as a
four year old when she had to play alone and pretend.

Crissy rolled over with a leering grin on her u face. On her tummy, knees
wide apart, she lifted her ass into the air. Body curved, tits mashed into 
the bedding, shirt up above her narrow waist, she continued fingering her 
cunt the way she had been.

She wasn’t going to pretend that Jonah was licking or fucking her. She’d 
tried that and found it unsatisfying. As far as that stuff went, the only 
thing she wanted was the real thing.

Instead she was going to pretend that he was here, on the bed, but only 
watching her. Watching her and stroking himself as he took in how sexy and 
wild and wicked she was.

She whipped her fingertips over her pussy with great speed. For minute 
after minute she rubbed herself, the hot friction building a fire inside 
her—or more accurately, a kind of glow that filled her with its tingling 
energy. She wiggled her pretty ass and rotated her sexy hips, showing how 
she could use her body.

Eyes closed but not trying very hard, she could just feel him back there,
feasting his eyes on her. And Crissy felt no shame, nor would she have if 
he really were present. Maybe she just didn’t have any to begin with—people
could be born without it, she thought. Or maybe there just wasn’t anything 
to be ashamed of. If there was no shame in masturbating, or fucking, or 
fantasizing, why should there be shame in any combination or variation in 
anything sexual? No reason at all.

Crissy brought her knees together, her sweet ass lifting higher. She 
pushed herself back at the hips, thus spreading her asscheeks wider and 
pushing out her swollen pussy. She kept her upper body down, face on the 
bed, only the points of her tits touching the sheets now.

How’s this for an eyeful? she thought, grinning at the goggle-eyed 
expression she was picturing on Jonah’s handsome face.

She took three fingertips away from the puffed up flesh of her pussy, 
leaving only her middle digit in contact with it. Slowly, almost tenderly, 
she eased the soft tip up and down in her fuck-slit. It was open, the inner
lips turned aside from one another, and glistening with cunt-oils.

Crissy drew wetness from the smaller, inner slit to her stiffened clit. 
The pink spike was out from under its hood of flesh and throbbing with 
every direct, moist contact. Crissy groaned low in her throat and writhed 
bawdily on the bed.

“Hot!” she whispered to herself. “I’m really hot!”

She wanted to come. Had to, by now, or she would go crazy. But how she 
wished Jonah could have been there for real, to make it happen for her. 
What she wouldn’t have given to feel his prick plunging into her deeps with
unchained manly force.

It was so frustrating that it almost spoiled the mood. A quick spin 
around her clit with her fingertip fixed that in a hurry, though. She 
wasn’t about to give up a good thing, even if it was second best.

She pressed the length of her middle finger onto the furrow of her 
fuck-opening, the base of her digit on her clit, and jiggled her hand. That
sweet, vibrating motion never failed to make her go dizzy with excitement.

When it seemed her wild frigging was on the brink of breaking loose a 
climax, she stopped. She wanted to make it last. To soothe herself with a 
change of pace, she washed her stiff finger from side to side against her 
inner fuck-slit. That caused good feelings, but different, and calming.

Crissy rarely put a finger inside herself. Ever since she’d gotten her 
first fuck—in the back seat of a really big, really neat car with the much 
older brother of a kid she’d sat for once—it had seemed to her that the 
only thing worth putting in down there was a cock. Sometimes a boy would 
frig up a storm for her, but her own fingers were a poor substitute. It was
more fun to do what a cock couldn’t do—when there wasn’t a cock to be had.

She flipped over onto her back. Her knees came back most of the way to 
her shoulders, feet lifting into the air, shoes and socks still on, of 
course, and Jonah’s shirt bunched up high on her arms and under her 
shoulders.

The pink-faced blonde resumed working her finger to and fro on her pussy.
Concentrating on the middle part, she ground at herself. Her head rolled 
back, tossed from side to side. Excited whimpers escaped her.

“Unnnnh, uhhh, ohhhh, ahhhh…” Her hips kicked into motion, beginning to 
rotate her pussy against the stroking hand. Back when it had all been new 
to her, Crissy had finger-fucked herself frequently. When her body had felt
the urge to move she had let it. She had developed what she now called 
fuck-muscles, or fuck-moves. Sinewy, supple, spry, with stamina and 
endurance, she was a kind of carnal athlete, and in great shape.

She loved moving, loved being animated. It seemed to come so natural to 
her as well, as if it all were something she had been born for.

Crissy rubbed vigorously with her finger, then held it snug against 
herself and let her hips and ass do the work. Watching that action would 
give Jonah a few temptations, she thought.

She turned onto one side, upper leg high in the air, folded. She used the
fingertips of her right hand on her clit. She brought her left hand into 
play from behind, from around her ass, and used her middle finger on her 
fuck-opening.

“Ahhhh, ahhhh, ooohhh, mmm, nnnn,” she rasped, her breaths short and 
close together, almost panting.

Her eyes were lidded and her face flushed, lips apart, tongue tip 
flitting over them often. She had come-fever now, and was at a high peak, 
teetering, almost over, pulling herself back for just another minute, one 
more minute, just one more second of this body-straining excitement.

Sometimes being close to coming was better than coming, because when you 
came it was over.

But if you didn’t climax you were unsatisfied, and that was no way to 
wind up.

With her right hand Crissy pulled the protective flesh away from her 
hotly aching clit. She slid the extended finger forward, covering the tip 
of her clit with a polished nail and pressing the underside of the bud with
the end of her finger. She added pressure, then vibrated her finger as fast
as she could.

“Unnnhhh!” she gasped in a high tone. “Unnnhhh, unnnhh, ohhhh!”

She went on, higher, louder, more feelingly, as her insides pulsed with 
orgasm and her system was blessed with the searing waves of release and 
relief. Her body shook and quaked, appeared to calm, then went through 
more, then another wave, then another.

“Oooohhh,” she groaned as it subsided. She moaned again as her body went 
soft and began to stretch out as if to accommodate the fullness of her 
satisfaction. She smiled happily and wriggled with girlish delight.

The here and now returned slowly, and with it came a trace of sadness. 
She refused to open her eyes, not wanting to see the empty room, not 
wanting to face it just yet.

Finally she sat up on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest. Her gaze 
flitted about the room, not looking at anything in particular as she 
wondered what it would be like to live here, to be his wife, to have this 
bed for him and her instead of Maggie.

She sighed, knowing the impossibility of becoming even a casual fling for
Jonah. Even if she could find a way to get into his pants, she didn’t know 
that she could go through with it. Because of Maggie.

Crissy liked Maggie. They weren’t close or anything. They were friendly 
parent and babysitter. But Crissy didn’t want to do anything that would 
hurt the woman, or her marriage. Or the family.

Hoping she was just going through a phase, that she would soon find 
someone new to occupy her fantasies, Crissy pushed herself from the bed. 
She took off Jonah’s shirt, smoothed it against the front of her body, and 
returned it to the closet.

She pulled on panties, shorts, T-shirt and went to the head of the bed to
turn off the lamps. She gave the room a last look and flipped the switch.

She went out, thinking about going downstairs to watch some TV. Before 
reaching the stairs she heard someone come into the house by the front 
door. She stopped, wondering who it could be, momentarily afraid.

She had no reason to be. In fact, if she’d known then what she was to 
find out later, she would have gone down the stairs at an eager run.

CHAPTER TWO

It was Maggie Wilson who had come in, and she didn’t appear to be in the 
mood for a warm welcome. Still, she was civil. She asked Crissy to pour her
a drink and put some ice in it while she want up to check on the kids.

Crissy handed her the glass as the woman returned to the living room. 
Maggie was around thirty, a green-eyed redhead with sassily coiffed hair 
and a sumptuous body. She had on a light blue robe-style dress, heels and 
dark hosiery.

She wore just enough make-up to render a pretty face beautiful. She took 
the drink and made for the couch.

“What happened?” Crissy asked. “Where’s Mr. Wilson?”

“Oh, he’ll be along. I’ll call you a taxi, okay?”

Crissy dropped onto the couch, facing the glum older woman. “If you don’t
want me to stay. I could listen if you want to talk.” Maggie softened a 
little and smiled. “You feel like babysitting me for a while?” she said.

“What happened? You two have a spat? You look like my mother does after 
she and Daddy have gone at it.”

“Observant girl.”

“What was it about?”

“This, that, who knows, who cares.” Maggie sipped her drink, glum again.

“You’ll make up,” Crissy said, and Maggie looked at her with that 
suddenly cheered expression again. Or maybe it was just an amused look, 
amused by something you had to be more grown-up to understand. She 
continued gazing at Crissy, and her smile widened. “What?” Crissy asked.

“How simple it must seem to you. How simple it all seemed to me when I 
was your age. Sweet girl. Sweet memory.”

“Can’t be all bad. You’re smiling again.”

“Smiling on the outside, crying on the inside.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I do believe you mean that.”

Crissy shrugged. “We hardly know each other, but I like you. I’ve been 
meaning to try to make Mends.”

“Have you?”

“Why not?”

“Sure,” Maggie agreed. “Why not?”

“Fix you another drink?”

“No thanks.” Maggie drained the glass. “I’m stabilized. More thanks to 
you than it.” She set the glass aside. “Okay. I can use a change, something
new. Let’s be pals.”

“Great!” Crissy beamed, sincerely.

It was true, she had meant to make friends. It would be a good excuse to 
see more of Jonah. And, well, now that she thought about it, a wiser, older
friend could be nice to have for a growing girl.

They started talking. Maggie was getting to know Crissy first, but that 
was okay. It had to start somewhere. And although Crissy wondered what the 
fight had been about and how serious it had been, she avoided the subject 
because Maggie had shown no interest in discussing it.

“Listening to you,” Maggie said at one point with a shake of the head, “I
miss being young. Easy-going fun whenever you want it, with so many things 
being so new…” Crissy flicked her eyebrows suggestively and Maggie laughed.

“One thing in particular, huh?”

“It’s not quite as new as it used to be,” Crissy confided.

“Oh my, a woman of experience,” Maggie flirted. “Am I safe?”

Crissy played along with the kidding around. “Maybe. Until we know each 
other better.”

“Maybe I’ll put the move on you first,” Maggie countered with a laughing 
face.

“You wouldn’t.”

Maggie suddenly became more composed. “It might surprise you, what I’d 
do,” she confided, and now the joking tone was gone. It was still light, 
but getting serious.

“Shit, Maggie. You’d bed a girl?”

“On the sly, of course. And only someone special.”

“What would that do to your marriage?”

“It might put me in a better frame of mind, and that could only help.”

“Problems?”

“Too complicated to talk about.”

Things were turning downbeat again. The shine was out of Maggie’s eyes, 
just like that. Crissy hated to see it go. She hated a lot about it, enough
to make her want to do something. Without thinking, she leaned over and 
gave Maggie a kiss on the cheek.

The woman looked at her. Crissy put on a happy face.

“You were saying?” the girl said. “About someone special?”

Maggie’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Well, now!”

“I’ve never done it with a girl before,” Crissy said. “But it has crossed
my mind, and I think you’re the neatest thing, and I trust you, and you did
bring it up…”

It was all true. All of it.

“It’s awful sudden,” Maggie said. “Maybe you should sleep on it.”

“If you don’t have to, I don’t.”

There was a silent moment as they looked at one another, knowing what 
they were going to do but just making sure that they were both sure.

“God,” Maggie murmured, “I have to have lost my mind.”

Crissy only smiled. True, it was sudden, but was also the right thing at 
the right time, somehow. She was always open to something new, and Maggie 
needed something new, for whatever reason.

Crissy leaned back in and caught Maggie with a smooch on the lips. It was
quick and a little giddy, but there was no doubt that she meant it.

“Wicked little bitch!” Maggie grinned, the shine back in her eyes, along 
with a hint of lechery. She leaned toward the young blonde babysitter, but 
she didn’t kiss Crissy. Instead she took the girl’s hand, stood, and led 
her from the room.

“I wouldn’t want us to be discovered,” the lush redhead explained. She 
took Crissy downstairs to the playroom.

There was a pool table, a poker table, a leather couch and some matching 
chairs arranged before a television. There was also a small bar in a 
corner.

Maggie stopped in front of the couch, turned to Crissy, still holding the
girl’s hand. Relaxing, she let the front of her body come into contact with
Crissy’s. It was a frankly sexual move, and very intimate, and it seemed to
turn on a dynamo inside the eager babysitter. All of a sudden she was alive
with feelings and sensations that were as pleasing as could be.

Their faces were comfortably close together. At Maggie’s lead they 
touched and rubbed noses. It was flirtatious, and it led to a similar kiss.
The dynamo spun faster. And when Crissy felt the light probe of Maggie’s 
tongue, it made her go dizzy.

“Sexy,” Crissy enthused.

Maggie’s hands came to Crissy’s slender waist and slid up onto the 
jutting shapes of the girl’s tits.

“You’re bringing out the beast in me.”

“Kiss me again!”

More boldly this time, Maggie parted her lips and pressed her mouth onto 
Crissy’s eager, receptive mouth. The woman’s tongue slinked forward and 
Crissy met it with her wriggly probe. Their tongues coiled and their mouths
fused.

Maggie let go of Crissy’s tits and reached down and back to the teen’s 
gorgeously rounded ass. It was kind of hard to decide who had seduced whom,
but there was no doubt as to who was now leading the way. Crissy felt she 
couldn’t have been in better hands, so to speak.

Crissy had wondered about girl-girl fun, fantasized about it, but a 
person never knows how she’s going to take to something until it’s right 
there in front of her, for real. Well, now she knew. She loved it. In fact,
she was loving it so much she wondered if she wasn’t really a lezzie at 
heart. What a twist that would be.

The steamy kiss played on, neither female wanting to let go of something 
so good. Crissy slinked her slender arms around Maggie and hugged herself 
to the woman. The redhead was chesty, and it was a real kick to feel those 
sumptuous tit-mounds against her body.

“Feel like getting naked?” Maggie asked when they finally came up for 
air.

“Do I!” Crissy leered. “What’re we waiting for?”

“No holding back. I think I like it.” Maggie loosened her belt and opened
her dress, shrugged it from her shoulders. All she had on underneath was a 
pair of dark pantyhose, pulled up snug against her crotch.

Her tits sloped out from her shoulders, seemingly overstuffed orbs that 
somehow defied gravity. The pulpy points made a captivated Crissy think of 
pale raspberries. Her skin was white and incredibly smooth looking, almost 
giving off a sheen. Crissy licked her lips.

Maggie gripped Crissy’s T-shirt and peeled it upward. Crissy lifted her 
arms and felt it being whisked from her body. In her hose and heels, Maggie
knelt before the trembly babysitter. She jerked Crissy’s shorts down, then 
sort of teased the girl’s panties from her hips and ass. At the same time 
she started to nuzzle her face into Crissy’s perky tits.

Being naked in a sexual context with a mature, lusty woman gave Crissy a 
delicious thrill. And Maggie had the softest, fullest lips she had ever 
felt, and they seemed to know just what to do. Thrilling. This was going to
be an experience of a lifetime.

Crissy stepped out of her shorts and panties and felt Maggie’s hands 
glide up the backs of her legs as the woman continued smooching at and 
softly sucking her smaller but apparently super-sexy tits. Crissy felt 
squeezing hands on her bare asscheeks and trembled.

Here I am, down to my shoes and socks again, Crissy thought to herself. 
Her experience in the upstairs bedroom suddenly seemed far away. And Jonah?
She was sure her feelings for him hadn’t changed, but it was getting 
difficult to concentrate.

Maggie closed her lips around an erect nipple and sucked. A pulsing 
sensation dashed through Crissy’s tit into her body, and others followed 
with every new suck. Her excitement was rising, and a knot of need was 
drawing tighter in her cunt.

As Crissy combed her fingers into Maggie’s lush mane of soft hair, the 
woman sank back onto her heels. She drew Crissy forward, tilting her head 
back. Crissy knew what was coming, and her body drew taut with 
anticipation.

Maggie’s bold, pink tongue came out of her opening mouth. She started 
flicking the tip between Crissy’s hips, following the edge of the cute 
cunt-bush all the way around. She licked from hair onto smooth skin, around
one way, back again.

Crissy grinned, her own head tipping back. She pushed her hands at 
Maggie’s hair, fingers running over the woman’s hot scalp.

“You’ve done this before,” the girl said, delighted.

“Once or twice, years ago.”

“I thought you wanted something new.”

“You are,” came the reply, and Crissy laughed softly.

Continuing to grope Crissy’s asscheeks, Maggie drew the girl farther 
forward. She parted her feet and settled her nyloned ass onto the carpet to
lower herself. She hooked a hand behind Crissy’s left knee and draped the 
upper leg over her right shoulder. Effectively, Maggie was underneath her 
blonde babysitter.

Maggie lovingly and unabashedly pressed her face into the softness of 
Crissy’s cunt. Nose nestled in soft pubic hair, puckering lips on the soggy
heat of the girl’s pussy, she moaned with contentment.

“Ohhhh!” Crissy said delicately. “What’re you gonna do to me?”

“Everything I can think of,” Maggie murmured. She flicked her tongue out 
against Crissy’s pussy as a sample of what was in store. “Just what I 
wanted,” Crissy beamed. Maggie inhaled deeply and moaned again. “You’re 
wet, you know that.”

“Too bad you didn’t get home sooner. You would have caught me feeling 
off.”

“You wicked thing, you. Damn.”

Maggie stopped talking then and gave herself over to licking at Crissy’s 
pussy in earnest. For now she was concentrating on the outer portions, on 
the fleshy ridges and hollows of visible pussy.

Crissy’s juices were beginning to bubble. Satisfaction had always been a 
fleeting thing for her. Sometimes she thought she could go all night. Maybe
someday she would get the chance to find out soon.

For now she was happy to enjoy herself, and Maggie. Standing on one leg, 
she eased her midsection into a circular motion. It was to see if she could
give Maggie a nice, dirty thrill, and maybe spark some serious tonguing.

It worked on both counts. Maggie responded first with a throaty laugh of 
pure delight, then by firming her tongue tip and forcing it into Crissy’s 
fuck-slit. Expertly she ran the pointy end of her tongue to and fro inside 
the wet furrow. The velvety roughness thrilled the girl with its hot 
friction.

A couple of boys had been bold enough to go down on her, and it had been 
fun, but tonight Crissy sensed she was in for the real thing. She was going
to be shown how it should be done.

Maggie’s hot breath was steaming the hairs of her blonde tuft. The 
woman’s lips were pressing firmly against her sensitized cunt. And that 
tongue, oh, that tongue was good! Crissy couldn’t believe the kick it was.

Crissy let out a whoop of joy and tossed her head. She pulled brazenly at
Maggie’s hair. She ground her fiery pussy at the woman’s wicked mouth.

“I love it! I love what you’re doing to me! You’re driving me crazy, you 
bad thing, you!”

Maggie answered the only way that counted— with more. She worked her 
tongue out to Crissy’s inflamed clit zone and proceeded to maul the 
sensitive clit-shape without mercy. As if that weren’t enough, she took a 
hand from the girl’s ass and nudged a fingertip into her dewy fuck-slit.

“Ooohhh!” Crissy gasped in anticipation.

Maggie shot her straight forefinger up Crissy’s fuck-chute in one 
continuous motion. Going to the hilt, she jiggled her hand up and down in 
jackhammer fashion. At the same time she fluttered her tongue tip against 
Crissy’s clit.

“Aaannnnhhh!” the fevered blonde cried out. “Ooohhh wow! Ooohhh, too 
much.” Maggie wasn’t about to give up on a good thing. She ran her finger 
in and out of Crissy’s hot fuck-tunnel, sometimes slow, sometimes 
dizzyingly fast. As she did that, she continued mouthing the girl’s clit. 
She alternated from hot licks to bold sucks and back again.

“Oh please,” Crissy whimpered, “make me come! You’re getting me so hot 
and horny…

I need it, Maggie!”

Maggie promptly inserted a second finger into the blonde babe’s 
cunt-hole, working the double-barreled penetration as deftly as before. 
Plunging her fingers in deep, she took her mouth from Crissy’s clit and 
replaced it with her thumb pad. Vibrating her hand, she thrilled Crissy 
literally inside and out.

Consumed by arousal, Crissy gripped her firmed-out tits. She squeezed 
into the coned flesh hard, pinching each nipple between thumb and 
forefinger. There wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t turned on or tuned 
in for caresses, but right now her tits were the hot spots. Aside from her 
steaming cunt, that was.

Maggie took her thumb away from Crissy’s clit and resumed plunging her 
fingers in and out of the girl’s steamy cuntal grasp. Crissy shivered and 
shook. When somebody did it, a finger in the pussy was something else. And 
when there were two at a time, it was wild. Sensational. And when you were 
getting your clit sucked out of its socket at the same time…

Crissy panted with excitement as the older woman expertly ravaged her 
pussy. It was an all-out assault, a mad dash to break loose the climax pent
up inside her torrid body. Now the fuse was lit.

“Gawd!” Crissy gasped. “I’m coming, I’m coming, almost… do it to me! Oh 
God, do it to me!”

Maggie wiggled and twisted her hand as she ran it in and out of Crissy’s 
cunt. She flicked and fluttered her tongue between long, lush sucks on the 
babysitter’s clit. She whipped lucky Crissy into a frenzy of arousal.

The storm of excitement peaked and broke with crashing waves of torrid 
sensation. Crissy’s tight-skinned little body was wracked by more than she 
thought she had, and for a moment there, more than she thought she could 
take. She was exploding inside, just coming apart all over.

Breathless, strength gone, she toppled away from her eager lover. The 
couch was there somewhere, and she aimed for it, landing across the seat 
with her head and shoulders in a corner, up on the padded back and arm of 
the couch.

Cooing softly, thoroughly flushed, she felt her breath and her senses 
come back as the tingles subsided. Her legs were casually spread, one foot 
on the floor. The next thing she knew Maggie was leaning in between them 
and nuzzling her spent pussy, licking at the spilled juices.

Crissy opened her eyes and looked down to see the woman’s devoted-looking
face. She lifted her foot onto Maggie’s back and rested with her legs 
spread as the redhead finished.

Maggie looked up Crissy’s body with her wily green eyes and showed a 
smile as she continued her soft licking.

“Did you like that?”

“You know I did. I just hope I can return the favor.”

“Don’t let yourself feel obliged. There were no strings attached to 
this.”

“I want to.”

“You are special.”

“So are you, Maggie. Come here so I can kiss you.”

Smiling, Maggie pushed herself to her feet.

CHAPTER THREE

“No panties, huh?” Crissy remarked when Maggie rose.

Maggie stood up straight and leaned her hips to one side in a casual, 
show-off pose. She slinked a hand down onto the crotch of her pantyhose.

“I like the feel I get from these.”

“On your pussy.”

“And my ass.”

“Your gorgeous ass.”

Maggie turned a three-quarter profile of her backside to Crissy, stood 
with feet together and pelvis forward to put her ass on neat display.

“I didn’t know you’d noticed,” she said, running light hands over the 
crescent juts of her asscheeks.

“I am now,” Crissy answered truthfully.

Maggie did have a great ass, a terrific body. Good, long legs, too, made 
even more spectacular by the high heels she still had on. For the moment.

Maggie spread her feet apart and bent at the waist. She took her time 
unbuckling the straps of her shoes. Through the stretched, tight material 
of her hose Crissy could see a veiled, red-haired, plump-lipped pussy.

“Exhibitionist,” Crissy accused good-naturedly.

“Voyeur.”

“Slut.”

“Tart.”

Maggie stood and stepped out of her shoes. Crissy twisted onto her side 
and slid in against the back of the couch. Maggie stretched out in a 
lounging position, on her side, in front of the girl.

Crissy touched Maggie’s more accessible tit, let the weight of her hand 
settle on the hot, smooth mass, then pressed inward. The resistance was 
vibrant. The nipple thickened and pressed back against her palm, hot and 
hard, deliciously basic.

“What happened between you and Mr. Wilson?” Crissy found herself asking.

“I thought you were going to kiss me.” Crissy leaned forward and gave her
the promised kiss, full on the mouth and heartfelt, and then it was over. 
She lingered close, their noses almost touching.

“Still don’t want to talk about it?”

Maggie lowered her head onto the arm of the couch, twisted so she was 
looking up at her young friend. Maybe she did want to talk about it.

“It was one more argument in a growing line of arguments. Over nothing, 
really. Any excuse will do, these days. We keep seeming to get in each 
other’s way, on each other’s nerves.”

“Do you still love each other?”

“I suppose so. It doesn’t seem to come out like it used to, though. Maybe
it’s the seven year itch.”

“Couples survive that, don’t they?”

“Still the optimist, huh?”

“What do you think will happen?”

“I don’t know. I’m gonna have to give it a little more time. Now tell me 
something.”

“What?”

“Why all the interest?”

“Why not? We’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Something tells me that’s not the whole reason.”

“Frankly, I’m not even sure myself,” Crissy said then. “When I am, you’ll
be the first to know.”

Maggie seemed to accept that, for which Crissy was grateful. Any more 
digging and Maggie might have found out her secret. It was too soon for 
that. Hell, maybe the time would never come. Crissy still didn’t see any 
kind of chance for her and Jonah. In fact, now that Maggie had come into 
her life, he seemed farther away than ever.

Not that it bothered her too much. Maggie was fun, and this whole scene 
was a real kick. And as long as it lasted, Jonah could wait. For Crissy was
practical enough to enjoy what she had instead of pining for what she 
didn’t. And now, she had something. A real something.

Crissy pressed her lips to Maggie’s and sank her tongue into the woman’s 
mouth. At the same time she fit her hand onto the curve of a ripe tit and 
squeezed. Maggie squirmed on the couch, sliding her tongue up over 
Crissy’s.

The young babysitter folded her upper leg slowly. Her knee nudged between
Maggie’s knees and sliced up between the nyloned thighs.

The legs of the sumptuous redhead parted and Crissy pressed her upper 
thigh in against the woman’s thinly covered cunt.

Maggie’s hips went into motion instantly as she started to rub her pussy 
against Crissy’s thigh. The girl kept the pressure on, and continued the 
juicy kiss. She shifted her body closer and their tits bedded together.

It was the most physically intimate Crissy had ever been with another 
woman. It surprised her how natural it felt. But thoughts of Jonah had been
crossing her mind, and she no longer thought it possible that she was 
strictly lezzie. Half and half, you might say.

Well, she could live with that—really live.

Maggie was grinding her pussy against Crissy’s thigh with an almost 
ardent enthusiasm. A good pussy rub would do that to a woman, Crissy 
supposed. At any rate, the bitch was really getting hot.

Crissy broke the kiss finally and pushed herself from Maggie. She moved 
onto her knees, then sat her ass back onto her heels. She reached for the 
waistband of the woman’s pantyhose.

Maggie lifted her ass and Crissy peeled the filmy covering downward. The 
woman’s face was faintly flushed, and there was a wanton look in her 
expression. She was getting drunk with excitement and was ready to cut 
loose. At that point, Crissy could have talked her into anything.

The girl decided to keep it simple, nothing fancy or far out. It was 
their first fuck, after all. Crissy was new at it, too. She still had a few
things to learn.

A subtle scent of percolating pussy was in the air. She wanted to get 
closer to the source. She wanted to taste it. She wanted to see another 
woman’s pussy, wanted to feel it grinding against her mouth. She wasn’t 
going to have any trouble with this at all. Where other girls might chicken
out, Crissy was ready to bite.

The hosiery came off with less and less resistance and was gone. A fully 
naked woman was casually positioned in front of Crissy, and the view 
captivated her. She felt admiring and hungry and horny all at the same 
time. Was this how guys felt? Was that why they looked at centerfolds? No 
wonder. It felt great.

From the beginning Crissy had been itching to get close to Maggie’s tits.
She would start there. She shifted forward.

As if reading the girl’s mind, Maggie brought both hands up to the outer 
curves of her tits and pushed inward. She placed her full, domed tits 
against each other, pointing them up at Crissy in their bullet-shaped 
magnificence.

“Mmmmmmm!” Crissy moaned, virtually burying her sweet young face between 
the luscious tit-orbs.

Her tongue spilled out and she licked broadly over the smooth inner 
curves. She smooched up onto each peak, ran her tongue around rosy nipples,
tweaked with her lips, bit with her teeth, sucked with her mouth.

She could have spent hours just appreciating and pleasing them like that.
But another pleasure beckoned. Somewhat reluctantly, Crissy abandoned 
Maggie’s tits and licked her way down the slowly writhing, heavy-breathing 
body.

Crissy shifted in between Maggie’s legs and settled stomach down on the 
couch. Maggie’s knees lifted into the air, then dropped off to either side.
She curved her lower body, lifting her steaming pussy up and out.

For a long few seconds, Crissy simply stared. The outer folds of Maggie’s
cunt were hairless. The ridges were smooth and full, the ripe cunt of a 
mature woman. The inner folds were a dark pink and glistening. The closed 
center slit was delicate and delicious. The erotic area was capped by a 
cloud of soft-shaded red hair and supported by two of the smoothest, finest
ass-cushions a girl could hope to see. Even the pink pucker of Maggie’s 
asshole looked mouth-watering.

“I hardly know where to begin,” Crissy said, delighted.

“Dive in, cutie, that’s where.”

“I wanna lick you so good. I wanna eat you.”

“I can’t wait,” Maggie rasped. She still had her hands on her tits, 
flexing her fingers on the packed flesh of them.

Crissy slid her hands under Maggie’s legs, around her hips and let them 
rest on the woman’s tummy. She bowed her head between the full thigh 
columns and nuzzled the upper zone of Maggie’s cunt with the tip of her 
nose.

She had decided not to rush. There were things to discover first, and 
things to learn.

The heady aroma of baking pussy in her nostrils, Crissy tilted her head 
away to one side. She touched a warm cheek to a warmer thigh. The 
smoothness of Maggie’s skin wowed her. She brushed her lips over the 
woman’s inner leg, then used her tongue.

Maggie broke into a grin and squirmed. Seeing that, Crissy continued. She
hadn’t really realized that her touches would be like caresses—it had 
slipped her mind. Now she was consciously pleasing the woman and it 
thrilled her to the core. It wasn’t any ordinary accomplishment to turn 
someone on, after all.

Crissy trailed her tongue and brushed her lips up and down on the inner 
portions of Maggie’s thighs. She lingered closer and closer to their erotic
juncture, flicking her caresses at the smoothness near either side of 
Maggie’s swollen cunt.

She scrupulously avoided touching the hot hole or its outer folds. She 
wanted to save the best for last and besides, teasing around it was sure to
drive Maggie up the wall. Sure Maggie wanted it, but when a woman really 
wanted it, all the better.

Crissy placed the tip of her tongue by the outside of a swollen cunt-fold
and wriggled downward. The hot gusts of her breath hit Maggie’s pussy head 
on as she swept her tongue underneath the drooling opening. She licked up 
the other side, continued up around the coppery cunt-bush and down to where
she’d started.

She took the same trip again, and again. On the fourth time around she 
paused to dab her tongue at the super-sexy smoothness of Maggie’s 
asscheeks. Maggie tilted her pelvis and lifted her ass to give Crissy more 
to lick at. And bite into. Clearly she wanted to be teased, to be driven up
the wall. And it was happening.

“Ooohhh!” the turned-on redhead said gaspingly, her ass dropping. “Lick 
my pussy now! I can’t wait anymore! I need your mouth so bad! My pussy 
needs you so bad!”

The wanting tone in Maggie’s voice was too much to resist for the 
blue-eyed babysitter. And listening to a grown woman talk like that, and 
knowing that she was the cause, she wanted to give Maggie the thrill of a 
lifetime.

Crissy licked up over one side of Maggie’s cunt-mouth, paused, went up 
the other side, paused, and continued like that for long moments, all over 
the woman’s ripe pussy. Teasing and tantalizing. That was the way to do it—
at the beginning.

Presently Crissy was licking continuously at Maggie’s cunt, sticking her 
tongue out as far as it would go and running the velvety friction over the 
smooth, hot folds with unabashed delight.

She paused to rain kisses down onto Maggie’s upturned pussy and found 
herself sucking at it in voracious fashion. Wet smacks turned into juicy 
slurping sounds as she gobbled the tumid ridges of the woman’s cunt.

Maggie’s knees pulled back and her body curved and her pussy was put 
right out there for Crissy. It was fully exposed, fully accessible, and 
Crissy could do any damn thing she pleased with it.

“Ohhh, you want it, don’t you?” the girl murmured, staring down at the 
erotic feast before her. “You really want it bad!”

“I want it good!” Maggie answered in a thick, sultry voice.

“You’ll get it. I promise.”

Sliding her hands down from above, Crissy dug her fingers in to either 
side of the top of Maggie’s cunt. She pulled, and the protective folds were
drawn away from her clit, her fuck-slit, and her hot inner pink 
pussy-flesh. Crissy shivered hotly at the vividly exciting view.

Her mouth was drawn to Maggie’s cunt like a moth to the flame. Her tongue
slipped out and delicately began to explore the erotic textures up the 
gaping pussy.

Her caresses caused Maggie to stir, to moan, and that prompted her to 
make every touch count as much as she could.

In a kind of slow motion she wagged the tip of her tongue up and down 
against the slit that marked the very entrance to Maggie’s fuck-chute. She 
moved from there to the erect pink spike of the woman’s clit, drifting 
around and around with her relaxed tongue.

Come to think of it, she was relaxed all over. Despite it being her first
time with another female, Crissy felt right at home with the situation. 
Part of it came naturally, part of it came from Maggie having shown the 
way, all of it was terrific. She could have gone on all night.

When would Jonah decide to come home? Wouldn’t it be great if he found 
them together? Or would it? He might take it the wrong way.

And if there was unresolved friction between him and Maggie—better hope 
he didn’t show up just yet.

Crissy drew her tongue out of its circling motions and wagged it to and 
fro over Maggie’s stiffened clit. She quickened the pace until her tongue 
was fluttering like a butterfly wing. A pink butterfly. Then, abruptly, she
took her tongue away and fastened her lips to the erect clit and sucked.

“Nnnnnnn!” Maggie moaned, mouth widening in a lewd grin. She wriggled her
body, lifting her cunt against the babysitter’s mouth. “You’ve learned a 
few things already, haven’t you?”

“I had a real good teacher,” Crissy answered between sucks. Then she 
resumed licking at the full-fledged clit-spike.

Maggie continued playing both hands over and around her sumptuous tits. 
Eyes closed, her head turned from side to side, a dreamy expression on her 
exquisite face. She sighed with a mixture of longing and contentment.

“I can’t think of anyplace I’d rather be,” she said.

“Not even with your husband?” Crissy teased.

“He had his chance. He blew it.”

Maybe Maggie meant it and maybe she didn’t. But still, it was interesting
to hear. Crissy was getting a few ideas. But they were for later.

Crissy lifted her head. She brought her right hand around and in between 
Maggie’s parted legs, extending the forefinger. She teased the tip into 
Maggie’s inner pussy.

“Oh my, a taste of my own medicine,” Maggie remarked.

“You like?”

“Tasty.”

Crissy wriggled her finger deeper into Maggie’s tight, wet, hot lining. 
The girl felt a hot flush as she witnessed her finger sinking into another 
woman’s pussy. It was a rich, dirty thrill. Lately her life was full of 
them, it seemed.

As her finger reached its limit, she brought the pad of her thumb in on 
the woman’s clit. True, she was mimicking what Maggie had done to her 
earlier, but she had to start somewhere, and besides, the way Maggie was 
starting to writhe and squirm, it was just what the redheaded slut wanted.

Crissy worked her finger in and out of the fiery grasp and ground her 
thumb from side to side against Maggie’s clit. Before long Crissy added a 
second finger to the first. But she did provide a touch of her own. As she 
slid her fingers in and out she twisted her hand around and back, 
penetrating Maggie again and again with a lewd corkscrewing motion.

Maggie cooed her delight and shook her ass.

“Ooooooh, I love that. Faster, okay, baby?”

Crissy complied, doubling the speed of her plunging, twisting fingers. 
She was stretching Maggie’s pussy this way and that, giving it a lewd kind 
of work-out. Good, clean dirty fun, she would think of it later.

Crissy lowered her head again and resumed mouthing Maggie’s neglected 
clit. Licking, then sucking, and licking again, as before. All the while 
her fingers delved and ground into the streaming pussy-chute.

“Gawd!” Maggie gasped as she was swept up toward the brink of total 
pleasure. “Oh Gawd, ohhhhh, ooohhhh!”

Her head tossed from side to side, and her hands tore at the meaty 
fullness of her tits.

From out of the blue a totally lascivious idea occurred to Crissy. It 
took her a second to decide to act.

First she pulled her two fingers from Maggie’s cunt. She continued to 
mouth the woman’s clit and lick lower down on her pussy. She inserted the 
third finger of her hand, twirled it one way, then another, a few times 
each, then took it out.

She returned the tips of the first two fingers to Maggie’s cunt-hole. The
tip of the third finger went to the inverted pink pucker of the woman’s 
asshole. She pushed.

Realizing what was happening to her, Maggie gasped more than once. First 
in surprise, then in surprise and excitement, then just excitement.

“Oh no, no, no!” she cried out in helpless, whimpering fashion. Crissy 
sank her stiff fingers all the way and jiggled them in and out, and in the 
next moment Maggie went into a shaking fit of peaked excitement.

Crissy pistoned her hand, sucked with her mouth, and watched and felt 
Maggie climax with a raw, rich intensity. It was a thrilling thing 
to-behold. For a second or two Crissy actually thought Maggie’s orgasm was 
going to leap into her system as well, the way the woman was getting off.

It took a long time for Maggie to come down, for the vivid quakes to play
out through her limbs, for the joyful spasms to quiet, for her cunt to stop
gushing its hot juices. Crissy stayed with her, and on afterward. Maggie 
softened, and felt the three fingers being pulled from her body.

“Where did you pick up that little trick?” she asked.

“Just popped into my mind,” Crissy answered, lifting her smiling face, 
lips and chin shiny with pussy wetness.

“You’re dangerous, if that’s what just pops into your mind,” Maggie 
murmured, looking down her body at the bright faced woman-child. “I’m gonna
have to keep a close eye on you.” Crissy lifted herself onto all fours and 
crawled up over Maggie. She settled onto the woman’s body, between her 
legs, taken into her arms. “Close?”

“Close.”

“Hmmmmmm,” Crissy responded with a frown. “I wonder if that means I’ll 
never get a chance to fuck your husband.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Maggie blinked in surprise. “Fuck my husband?”

“Don’t get mad, okay? If you want it to be hands-off, I’ll go along.”

“You want Jonah?”

“Since I first laid eyes on him, to tell the truth. Are you mad?”

“Just surprised. Or stunned. I’ve never had anyone come up and ask 
permission to fuck my husband before.”

“I’ve never had a woman fuck me before,” Crissy responded. “It’s a day 
for firsts.” Maggie showed a smile.

“I had fun, Maggie,” Crissy said then, “and we can go on having fun. But,
would you mind sharing?”

“Maybe not,” Maggie said. “It might be a good idea.”

On top of Maggie, Crissy gave an excited wiggle.

“The way things have been going between him and me, he just might be in 
the mood for something fresh. And if he’s fucking you, I’d be able to keep 
an eye on him.”

“So you won’t get any unpleasant surprises. Like him running off with one
of your best friends.”

“At least until I decide whether or not I want to keep him.”

“And it would be only fair,” Crissy pointed out. “After all, you’re 
getting your extracurricular fucking.”

“You’re pretty good at figuring the angles, kid. Are you sure you didn’t 
let me seduce you just to trap me into this little arrangement?”

“Hey,” Crissy protested, “I don’t go around thinking the worst about 
you!”

It was an act, but meant to be seen through, sort of. Trapping Maggie had
entered into it, but wasn’t the whole motivation.

“Oh, you are dangerous,” Maggie murmured. “I must be nuts to be turning 
my husband over to you like this.”

“Who would you rather turn him over to?” Crissy teased.

Maggie gave Crissy a not-too-playful slap on the ass. “Just remember 
who’s boss.”

“Yes ma’am. Now, when do you suppose your unsuspecting husband will get 
here?”

“Could be any minute now.”

“Would you mind if I met him alone?”

“Don’t I get to watch?”

“It may take me awhile. I’m kinda new at this, you know.”

“Sure kid, sure.”

They dressed. Maggie slipped out the back way and went next door. She had
a best friend over there and was free to drop by unannounced.

Crissy went back upstairs to the master bedroom. She turned on the 
overhead light and stretched out on the bed, her ass to the door. She 
wondered if she should take her clothes off and wait for him naked.

No. Too sudden, and the kids were just down the hall. She should ease 
into this seduction. Her first. She hoped she was up to it.

Propped up on both elbows, Crissy spread her hands on the bedding. An 
hour ago there had been no hope. Now everything was in her hands. Jonah 
would be her next fuck, if she could make it happen.

Oh, she could. She knew she could. Anticipation stirred within her. She 
was getting that buzz on, feeling the dynamo begin to hum, snap and 
crackle. She hadn’t felt this good since Christmas mornings as a kid.

The front door sounded as it shut. She heard Jonah’s distant-seeming 
voice as he called out. She didn’t answer. He would find her eventually.

He finally appeared in the corner of her vision. She turned her head, 
looked over her shoulder as she saw him stop abruptly in the doorway. He 
was an utterly handsome thirty-five-year-old male stud.

“Oh, Crissy,” he said in surprise. “I saw the light and thought it would 
be Maggie.” Crissy rolled onto one side. At an angle across the bed, she 
was facing him. “Maggie phoned. Said she’d be next door if she was needed.”

“She say anything else?”

“Nope.”

Jonah came into the room. “I’ll call her. She can watch the kids while I 
take you home.” To get to the phone he had to walk behind her. Crissy 
rolled onto her back, up on both elbows.

“If that’s the best you can do,” she said.

“What?” he responded, sounding indifferent, but he did stop.

“Do you think I’m pretty?”

“Absolutely.” He was playing with her.

“Attractive?” She tilted her head back, regarding him in a direct, open 
manner with her bright blue eyes. He started taking her a bit more 
seriously.

“Uh, well, yeah. I guess.”

“Then why are you so eager to get rid of me?” She bent her outer leg into
the air in a subtly seductive move. His eyes went over her.

“Maybe because I know trouble when I see it,” Jonah murmured.

“You catch on fast. But you’re not afraid of a little trouble, are you?” 
She let her head shift farther back, face to the ceiling. A vulnerable 
pose.

“I’d better make that call,” he said.

“What’s the rush? Besides, I’m not sure she’s all that eager to hear from
you.”

“Oh?”

“She sounded peeved. And she was alone. Better leave her to simmer down a
little.”

He frowned, considering it.

“Perfect chance for us to get better acquainted,” Crissy suggested.

He faced her squarely. “Just what are you after?”

“You. Your great-looking body. Your mature, experienced—” her eyes 
travelled down his body to the front of his pants “—cock.”

She let her gaze linger down there for a moment, then eased it back up 
and met his stare. He didn’t seem to know what to make of her, or do.

“I’ve wanted you from the start,” she told him. She slid her elbows out 
from under and, as she lay down flat, stretched both arms over her head. 
She stretched her body as well, squirming for comfort. Her tone was cozy 
and murmuring. “I’ve thought about you, fantasized, the whole bit.” She 
smiled bashfully. “It’d knock your socks off, what’s gone through my mind.”

He said nothing, just looked at her. All of her.

“Show it to me,” she said.

“What?”

“Your cock. Just show it to me. That’d be enough for me.”

She could see him considering it, weighing every possibility. Her hopes 
were modest. Either he would or he wouldn’t. If he did, great. If not, he 
still had to drive her home. Alone.

He did. She saw his hands go to the front of his pants, saw him unzip the
fly and pull them open. Her insides drew tight. From here on out there 
would be no stopping her. It was going to happen. Sooner or later she would
fuck Jonah Wilson.

Jonah dug in with one hand and pulled out his cock. It was half-swollen 
with arousal. It was smooth-skinned, reddish-pink in color, with a bulging 
purple vein running along the dorsal side. The head was small and soft.

Crissy squirmed, a big grin on her face. “Oooooh, I love it already.” She
saw his cock give a jerk of excitement and, her insides had flinched. “Get 
hard for me.”

“That wasn’t in the deal.”

“I wanna get my money’s worth. Should I do it for you?”

“Keep your hands to yourself,” he said. “We’re in enough trouble as it 
is.”

“I wasn’t thinking of using my hands,” she replied.

“Aren’t you the bold one!” he murmured. He took his cock-meat into his 
right fist and started stroking himself. Pulling and squeezing and jacking 
off. His prick filled out and grew hard, and when he took his hand away it 
stood on its own. Thick, rigid, beautifully long, pointing up and away from
Crissy.

She was captivated, entranced. Just looking at his gorgeous cock-rod made
her face flush. It was better than she had imagined. So sexy. She had to 
touch it. She lifted her near hand.

He turned his hips, swinging his cock away from her. She stopped with her
hand raised. He stopped, eyes on her hand. A moment’s thought, and he 
brought his cock back around to where it had been.

Crissy touched her fingertips to the near side of the extended 
prick-shaft. She slid her hand out to the now large, swollen tip and 
explored the incredible smoothness of it. She twisted her hand and ran her 
fingertips back along the far side of the cock-length.

She lifted her hand and wrapped her fingers around it. With a loose grasp
she drew her small hand forward, then back, touching the pulsing passion 
that emanated from the virile log of prick. She twisted her hand and 
wrapped it around his cock from the top and slowly stroked. His cock 
throbbed and gave frequent jerks of excitement.

“I want it in my mouth,” she said.

“No way,” he answered firmly.

She was quick to compromise. She had to be. “I’ll jerk you off then. I’ll
make you come.”

A tremor went through him. “Shit,” he gasped in an oddly helpless tone. 
“All right. But if Maggie finds cum on the bed… “

“I’ll be careful,” Crissy said easily.

Tightening her loose grasp, she glided her hand up and down the full 
length of his prick with a smooth, easy motion, building his excitement, 
making his prick feel all warm and appreciated.

She changed hands after a bit, and showed signs that she was now bearing 
down in pursuit of his climax. Her smooth grip tightened further and her 
speed increased. She held his prick at different angles as she whisked her 
fist over it. The raspy sound of flesh on flesh mingled with Jonah’s deeper
and deeper breaths.

He kept glancing at the open door, listening. But if he really feared 
intrusions by anyone it didn’t show in his hard-on. He got harder, and 
hotter, that was all.

The temptation for Crissy to put her mouth onto his cock was great, but 
she resisted. She might get away with it, but she had promised not to use 
her mouth and wanted him to know he could trust her. And she did think it 
wise to save something for later. Especially something he knew beyond any 
doubt he could have.

Thinking on it as she jacked him off, Crissy saw how well she had handled
the seduction. The right words and the right moves at the right times. She 
must have had an instinct for it, because she sure didn’t have the 
experience. Until this moment she had always been the one to be taken.

Jonah’s cock-meat was red from friction and excitement. It looked swollen
to the bursting point. But it had more to give and Crissy went after it.

She pistoned her hand on his cock until her motions were a blur. The 
whisking sounds were like a distant steam locomotive hitting breakneck 
speed. She saw wetness ooze from his cum-slit and drip onto the side of her
busy wrist. He was close.

Without losing her feverish rhythm, Crissy pushed herself up onto her 
available elbow and slid down on the bedding. She placed her face before 
his overexcited prick.

“I want your cum in my mouth,” she moaned, opening her mouth wide for it.
Her tongue slid out, the tip lifting and curling with impatience.

“Oh, Christ!” Jonah gasped, “Christ Almighty, ohhhhhhh shit, now… now… 
noooowwwwww!” His prick-meat spasmed in Crissy’s busy hand and a jet of 
thick, white jizz leapt onto her tongue. A second spurt came shooting after
that, and a third deeper into her mouth, and a fourth into her throat.

She turned her head back and felt the first streaks slither over her 
tongue, inside. The rest of his spurting cum hit the roof of her mouth and 
flowed toward her throat.

Taking most of his load, she swallowed. The last few drops spattered on 
her closed lips and dripped onto her wrist and forearm. As his cock shrunk,
she squeezed and pulled, squeezed and pulled, working out every last ounce 
of his hot jism.

At last she let go of his cock. She licked her lips, then licked every 
drop off of her hand and arm. He stood over her, tucking his spent cock 
back into his pants and regaining his wits, but watching her. All the time,
watching her.

With one drop left, Crissy looked up and held his gaze with a sly look as
she licked it into her mouth.

“Better hold off on that phone call a while longer,” she murmured. “Catch
your breath.”

Jonah pushed her legs over to make room and sat on the edge of the bed, 
facing her.

“What kind of a girl are you?” he asked quietly. “A good girl?”

“Very good.”

“Then I don’t have to worry about you making trouble for me, do I?”

“Not a bit.”

“Good.”

“Now tell me, what kind of guy are you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Are you the kind of guy to have your fun but leave a girl high and dry?”

“Not usually.”

“That sounds promising.”

“But I don’t know about us, Crissy. Me a married man, you the babysitter.
I think we’ve gone far enough. Too far, even.”

“Too far to turn back now,” Crissy said. “You are tempting, but I just 
don’t know,” he countered. “I’m gonna make that call now.”

“Who’s stopping you?”

“Bitch!” He smiled.

He spoke to Maggie’s friend on the phone, telling her to tell Maggie he 
wanted to take the sitter home and that she should come over to watch the 
kids.

Then he and Crissy walked downstairs, turning off the light as they went.
Jonah asked Crissy to wait in the car. She guessed he didn’t want her 
around in case their fight broke out again. Or in case her presence made 
him feel guilty. Crissy obliged.

She’d thought about telling him he had no reason to feel guilty. But then
she would have to explain why, and she didn’t want to do that. Not just 
yet, anyway. She didn’t know where any of tonight’s developments would 
eventually lead, and when that was the case it was usually best to play it 
close to the chest. Or so she sensed.

Outside, she climbed into the back seat of Jonah’s big, expensive car. 
When he came out and slid in behind the wheel, he asked her what she 
thought she was doing.

“I wanted to see what kind of ideas it gave you, me back here with all 
this room, my pussy just a little bit wet, waiting.”

“Your pussy can go on waiting,” he answered, starting the engine.

“You say that now,” she countered slyly. “Later you’ll think about it. 
Me, and you parking somewhere… God, I know I’ll be thinking about it.”

He had pulled out onto the street and was driving away. A little 
cautiously, she thought, as if he might be afraid of getting caught for 
something. Or of just driving into a hedge.

“It’d be easy for us, you know,” she said then, conversationally.

“To do what?”

“Have an affair, a fling, whatever you want to call it.”

“How ‘bout calling it quits.”

“Hard to get, huh? Well, that’s okay. You can change your mind anytime. 
I’m out of school for the summer. I’m available day and night. You can skip
an hour or two of work now and then, couldn’t you?”

He didn’t answer.

“Sure,” she said, smiling. “Sure you could. It’d be easy. And so much 
fun.”

CHAPTER FIVE

It took Jonah three days to call. When he did, Crissy was at home and 
ready for anything, willing to go anywhere, anytime. He suggested a motel, 
that afternoon.

Crissy put on a bathing suit and a cover-up and told her mother she was 
going to the beach. She walked a few blocks and took a bus. It let her off 
a short distance from the motel.

It gave her a nice, grown-up feeling, having a rendezvous with a handsome
man. And it was exciting, having to keep it hidden, needing to sneak around
like this. And it was a wicked pleasure, having the other secret she had. 
One of these days she was going to get down on her knees and thank the gods
for the day she had taken up babysitting.

Jonah was waiting in room 21 of the two story, U-shaped motel. He had 
given her the number over the phone, having arranged for it previously. His
jacket was off, his tie loosened, and he was working on a drink. He locked 
the door behind her. The curtains were drawn, filling the room with a soft 
light.

They faced each other at the door, eyes searching, testing. Crissy was 
eager. If Jonah wasn’t, he at least wasn’t on the verge of changing his 
mind either.

Crissy slinked up against him, her arms wrapping behind his sturdy neck. 
She virtually draped herself over him as she glued her mouth to his in a 
soulful, starving kiss.

“I’m so glad you called,” she said sighingly.

He circled her slender waist with a forearm and drew her body closer, 
putting pressure on his cock.

“I couldn’t resist. I kept getting this picture of you with your mouth on
my cock… “

“That’s funny. So have I.”

He smiled, and she went all mushy inside. It was amazing, the effect he 
could have on her, how much his happiness meant to her. Love, she thought. 
The kind only a teenager could feel.

Crissy kissed Jonah again, then backed away from him. She removed her 
cover-up and her sneakers and stood before him in her yellow brief bikini. 
She turned to give him a rear view. There was virtually no seat in the 
panties, just a kind of strip that covered the crack of her ass, neatly 
separating the bulging cheeks.

“Feel like a dirty old man?” she asked.

“A little,” he said.

“Go with it,” she answered.

He set his glass aside on the dresser and came to her. His hands slid 
over her hips and around to her asscheeks. He squeezed the jutting 
crescents hard as he kissed her. It was a strong kiss, virile, and it made 
her knees weak. She pulled at his tie.

“I want you naked,” she moaned. “I’ve seen your cock, now I want to see 
the rest of you.” She pulled at his tie, lifted it off.

Jonah took over, and she watched him undress. He was naked in no time, 
and she was feasting her eyes on him. His build was solid. There was hair 
all over his chest and down onto his stomach. It was curly, not too 
plentiful, and soft looking. There was a modest amount above his cock. She 
reached out to touch it, working her way down to his crotch, letting his 
hair tickle her hands.

Her hands went to his hips and pushed. There was a chair behind him and 
he toppled back into it. He landed in a sprawled position and he stayed 
that way.

Crissy stood before him, hips cocked to one side. She let her gaze travel
up his body, over his growing cock, enjoying the effect it had on her 
system. Excitement was filtering into every corner of her body.

Calmly Crissy reached back and undid the knot of her string bikini bra. 
She pulled the cupping fabric from her perky tits and lifted it off.

“I meant what I said,” she murmured as she started to thumb down her 
bikini bottom. “About your cock, about wanting it in my mouth. About 
sucking it.”

Jonah listened, watching her strip. His cock stirred and he followed, 
stretching and relaxing in his chair.

Crissy stepped out of her panties and for the first time was naked with 
the man she wanted most. She was alive in ways she had never been before. 
Her skin felt electrified—the slightest touch would have sent hot chills 
through her. Her mouth watered for him.

“I can’t tell you the times I’ve wondered what it would be like,” she 
said, kneeling. She took his ankles and brought his legs together. Moving 
forward, she straddled his shins. “I can’t tell you all the fantasies I’ve 
had, ever since the other night, when you let me play with it.” Her sharp 
blue eyes were focused on his cock as she spoke. Jonah’s cock had filled 
out modestly, though not enough to stand. It had tried but had only swung 
out to lie across his left hip. It looked groggy, she thought. And cute, 
and sexy.

Crissy leaned closer. Her warm, smooth tits came down onto his lower 
thighs. She wrapped her arms around his outstretched legs and hugged 
herself to them, her face inches from his cock-shaft. She stared, 
fascinated.

It was the prick she had been waiting for and she wasn’t going to rush. 
She wanted to learn everything about it, memorize every detail, every 
little quirk.

Starting with appearance, she murmured, “Gorgeous prick.” She inhaled 
through her teeth. “Oh, you sexy cock, you.”

To her delight Jonah’s cock gave a spasm of excited response, as if it 
had ears or something, could hear every loving word she said. She grinned.

Curious about other things, she softly blew on it. The cock-shaft pumped 
up another degree and now swung back over its soft-haired bush. Crissy put 
her lips closer and blew a jet of hot air up and down the smooth underside,
from balls to tip and back. Jonah’s cock continued to fill with arousal, a 
little more with every heartbeat.

Crissy looked up Jonah’s manly body. She didn’t say anything out loud. 
The naughty expression in her eyes said it all.

“I’m glad I took two hours off instead of just one,” Jonah remarked.

Crissy’s bright eyes returned to his prick-shaft. “Come on, baby,” she 
whispered. “Get hard for me. Show me what a big, hot, sexy thing you really
are.”

Eager to please, Jonah’s prick responded. Filling out, it stood up 
straighter, taller, harder, sexier. From below and either side, Crissy 
feasted her eyes on it, marveling at how good it looked and how horny it 
was making her feel.

“Good cock. Real good cock. Oooooh, and I love your fat little balls too.
Full of that tasty jizz you squirted into my mouth, I’ll bet. Unless your 
master hasn’t used it all up, jerking you off while thinking about me.”

“Little smart-ass,” Jonah said to that.

She giggled softly. “Yeah, there’s some jizz left for me. I’ll find it.”

With Jonah’s cock-meat standing on its own, Crissy was ready to proceed. 
She twisted her head to one side and stuck out her tongue. Wriggling the 
soft, wet tip against the base of the underside of his cock-shaft, she 
started to slide it upward.

His hard cock swelled further, reached a notch higher, and the hardness 
of it became like a steel. A drop of anticipatory cum welled up out of the 
slit, and when her tongue reached it Crissy flicked the juicy droplet into 
her mouth.

Twisting her head to the other side, she parted her lips as if for an 
open-mouthed kiss. Holding her tongue inside, she touched her soft pucker 
to the side of Jonah’s cock-head. She lowered from it onto the shaft and 
down. Reaching the base, she broke contact with a soft suck. Then she went 
to the other flank and brushed the velvet warmth of her lips back up to the
purple, shiny, cock-crown.

Her tongue came back into play. She licked across and around his erect 
cock-shaft. Head tilted sideways, she wiped her tongue up and down against 
him. Starting at the tip, she gradually, deliberately worked her way down.

His cock throbbed fiercely. The heat of it was like a furnace against her
face. Jonah’s hands brushed at her hair with almost trembling fingers.

“Oh baby,” he moaned. “You are something else. You’re a dream come true.”

Crissy glowed inside, hearing those words and how sincere he was in 
saying them. He was something of a dream come true himself.

She left his cock then, letting her wet tongue slide down onto his balls.
With his thighs together, they were bunched together and pushed up snugly 
against the confines of their sac. Brushing her tongue over the sexy 
package, Crissy could just feel the bubbling jizz simmering near the 
surface.

The blonde babysitter puckered her soft lips and started kissing Jonah’s 
swollen balls. She touched them all over with her soft smooches, here and 
there sneaking in a tender lick.

Kisses became gentle sucks, which became bolder sucks. Finally she took 
one entire ball into the wet warmth of her mouth. She held the sensitive 
cum-candy in the sucking tightness for a long moment, until Jonah’s cock 
was jerking steadily against her cheek. Then she gave his other ball the 
same treatment.

Then she sucked both at the same time. And as she did that her tongue 
returned to action, whisking over and under and around his hot balls 
between luscious sucks. It seemed ages before she let his balls spill out 
of her wicked mouth.

“I love your balls,” she cooed, ogling them with shiny eyes. “All plump 
and juicy with cum. But I love your cock more.” Her eyes lifted along the 
reddened prick-shaft. “I love it like crazy.”

She kissed the base. She kissed it higher up. Higher again, and on up to 
the tip. She found a fat drop of pre-cum in the hole and sucked it between 
her lips with a lascivious slurping noise—a hint of things in store for 
this terrific piece of cock-meat.

“I’m gonna suck you now,” she said to Jonah’s prick. “I’m gonna suck you 
like you’ve never been sucked before. You’re gonna feel my lips, and my 
tongue, and my throat…” Crissy opened her mouth and took Jonah’s cock-head 
inside. She let her lips touch his hot flesh and pulled from him, teasing 
her soft lips over his smooth cock-head. She did the same thing again, only
reaching farther down on the fuck-shaft. Once more, down farther still, 
then back up and off with an encircling, feather-soft touch.

“God,” Jonah breathed. “That’s fantastic.”

“I haven’t done anything yet,” she responded.

“Oh yes you have, and you know it.”

She smiled sweetly and returned her concentration to his prick, and what 
she wanted to do with it. Boy, what didn’t she want to do with it.

A lot of the teasing was gone when Crissy returned her mouth to Jonah’s 
prick. It had been replaced by a desire—a will, even—to please, to devote 
herself to his pleasure.

The velvet ring of her lips took a claiming hold of his erect prick-meat.
She swept her mouth more than halfway down on him. She made her lips squirm
tighter, then lifted her head with loving suction in her mouth.

She drew up on Jonah’s cock until the edges of her upper front teeth 
scraped over the ridge of his prick-head. Then she started back down, 
scraping her teeth back over his ridge.

That was the height of her sucks. The depth continued to get lower and 
lower. Every time she went down she took in just a little more. His 
cock-head nudged into the back of her mouth, then her throat, then into her
throat. Her nose became buried in his pubic hair. Her chin nestled against 
the heat of his bunched-up balls.

Sucking, she swept her lips up to Jonah’s cock-ridge. Relaxing, she 
glided her mouth back down to the base. She puckered her lips to press 
against his groin, like a pussy would.

She continued sucking like that for longer than they could keep track of.
Was it twenty times that her mouth glided over the complete length of his 
prick? Thirty? Forty? Neither could say. Each time was better than the 
last, that was all. That was enough. Crissy added variety as she sucked on.
She gave Jonah’s hard-on a burst of speed-sucking between those long, 
luscious pulls she had started with, whipping her head up and down on his 
fiery prick-meat. She twisted her mouth all around his cock-shaft, grinding
against the sensitive flesh one way, then another, then yet another, all 
the while sweeping up and down on him.

When she had him squirming in his chair she stopped. She wrapped a hot 
hand around his cock and started jacking him off.

“No,” he groaned, “no more of that. Suck me! Please suck me!”

She’d only been testing. Only wanted to hear him say it. She would have 
her little fun.

Crissy put her mouth back onto his prick and sucked for dear life. She 
wanted his cum and she wanted it now. It was time for him to have what he’d
been yearning for, and what she’d promised.

Crouched over his legs like a bitch in heat, she attacked his cock with 
her mouth. He was so close she could taste it. She used her lips, her 
teeth, her tongue, her suction and sheer willpower, and she made it happen.

Jonah’s cock flexed inside her mouth and in the next instant his jizz was
gushing from his slit with a passion that blew her away. He came and came 
and came, flooding her throat with thick, sticky cock-sap.

Taking it all, Crissy orally wrestled his cock into submission. The size 
and hardness of his cock retreated, giving up its last gobs of jism. It got
smaller and softer, and she stayed with it until there was no doubt. He was
totally spent.

Crissy hugged herself to his legs again and released his poor frazzled 
cock. She looked up his body with a smile, saw him smiling rather dazedly 
back down at her.

“Now I know what you like,” she said. “Some of it, anyway,” he answered. 
“Mmmmmm, more to come. What’re we gonna do now?”

“Eager to find out, aren’t you?”

“You know it, lover. Are we gonna do everything together?”

“Everything you want.”

“And everything you want? It’s no fun if one of us hogs all the action.”

“This could get dirty,” he hinted.

“I hope so. The dirtier the better.”

He chuckled appreciatively, touched a tender hand to her cheek. “You’re 
fantastic.”

“So are you.”

“You can’t know that. I haven’t shown you a thing yet.”

“Whose fault is that?” she teased.

“Little smart-ass. Why don’t you take that smart-ass and sit it over 
there on the edge of the bed.”

“What’re you gonna do?”

“You’ll see.”

Anticipation of good things stirred inside Crissy as she relinquished her
hold on Jonah. She stood, turned and took the few steps to the bed, letting
her womanly ass sway in utter provocation, in case he needed a little 
boost. He did look terribly tired. She turned and sat on the edge of the 
bed as instructed.

It took Jonah a moment to gather his strength. He pushed himself forward 
onto his hands and knees—a joke that got a giggle out of Crissy—and crawled
to her. She tousled his hair with a gentle wiggle of her hand as he came 
upright on his knees between her legs.

He kissed her. Crissy’s mouth opened and his tongue flirted with her wily
probe. His hands roved her slender body. Then, as abruptly as she had 
pushed him earlier, Jonah shoved Crissy onto her back on the bed.

She bounced back up onto her elbows in time to see him crouching between 
her legs. His face lowered to her crotch, his large hands pushing her 
thighs apart. Her insides drew tense with keen anticipation, then seemed to
unravel as his lips touched her pouty pussy with a kiss.

“Ooooooh!” she crooned. “Oh boy!”

He kissed her all over down there, with a tenderness she somehow hadn’t 
expected. Then his broad tongue dipped out and he was licking her pussy. 
Actually licking it. Him. It was a day for dreams coming true.

Crissy shuddered hotly as Jonah’s tongue found its way into her cuntal 
opening. He wiggled the tip up and down in her steamy pussy-slit, then 
burrowed into her spongy pink cunt like he belonged in there. And he did. 
Oh, how he did.

Feet on the floor, Crissy was able to lift and move her cunt against 
Jonah’s mouth. She was hot, and getting hotter. Being with him, sucking his
cock for all that time, now having him responding—oh, she was turned on, 
all right.

“Uuuuhhhhh!” she gasped, her head rolling back. “Ooohhhh, I’m gonna come!
Soon, honey!”

The knowledge spurred him on. He shot his tongue into her fuck-chute and 
twirled the scraping tip against her tender, excited flesh. Then he found 
her clit with his knowing probe, and the quick motions he used on it sent 
loaded charges through the trembling babysitter’s system.

She was closer than she had thought. All of a sudden she was up, up and 
over, being swept away by the consuming pleasures of coming. Riff upon riff
played along her spine as her pulsating core pounded out its pent-up 
sensations.

As if to return the favor, Jonah held his mouth on Crissy’s cunt a long 
while after it had spent its last tremor. Once or twice she actually felt 
him suck her inner pussy-flesh. It was wild. Absolutely wild. She wanted to
get horny and come all over again.

Remaining on his knees, Jonah kissed up to Crissy’s tits, sucked each 
nipple, then straightened. He moved in farther between her legs, looking 
down his body. Crissy sat up, propping herself on straight arms, also 
looking to his crotch.

She’d thought, incredibly, that he’d gotten hard again. He hadn’t, 
although some size had returned to his prick. She watched as, with one hand
holding her pussy-lips wide apart, he force fed his slowly recovering cock 
into her come-heated cunt. He gave it all to her, then pressed up tight 
against her crotch to hold it inside.

“I’ve never seen that done before,” she marveled. “I thought it had to be
hard.”

“Not always,” he smiled.

She lowered onto her elbows. “I’d say I’m in good hands.”

“What the hell? Why shouldn’t I take care of you?”

Sighing, wondering how it could have been more perfect, Crissy lay flat 
across the bed. She swung a leg up and placed her heel on Jonah’s shoulder.
She closed her eyes and focused on the heat of his cock inside her. There 
was a sudden surge down there. His cock was growing. She broke into a lewd 
grin.

Jonah leaned forward, holding snug against her crotch. His hands slid up 
onto her tits. He began to play with them, squeezing the meaty parts and 
tugging at the stiffened peaks. Flexing her legs, Crissy ground herself 
against him, giving his cock some rotating friction.

It was just the thing. She could feel his lengthening cock-meat inching 
up her fuck-tunnel. Deeper and deeper and deeper his flared cock-head 
forced itself.

“Nnnnnnn,” she moaned as a swell of lust made her dizzy.

Jonah pulled from her and pushed in, and that first, modest fuck-stroke 
thrilled her to the core. She lifted her other leg onto his shoulder, 
putting herself in a position of total surrender.

“Fuck me!” she moaned. “I’ve wanted it and wanted it and now… fuck me! 
Just fuck me!”

His hips rode smoothly to and fro, stroking her with a decreasingly 
rubbery, increasingly firm cock-shaft.

“Nnnnnn, oohhhhh yes, yeess, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeee!” she cried out 
deliriously.

CHAPTER SIX

That afternoon with Jonah demonstrated to Crissy that he was an eager 
playmate. It did not show her that he would be an infrequent one. She 
learned that as time went on.

They managed a get-together usually twice a week, tops. It wasn’t so much
that he was playing it careful. He just couldn’t get away from work or 
family obligations. Or one thing or another.

Crissy minded a little, but didn’t put any pressure on. Things wouldn’t 
go as well if she was whining and besides, she did have other pleasures to 
keep her satisfied. She and Maggie remained in contact.

Crissy felt she owed the woman something for lending out her husband the 
way she was, but that wasn’t why Crissy kept coming back to her. The 
fucking she got with the older woman was on the same level as what she had 
with Jonah. Different, of course, but just as good. No, she needed Maggie. 
True, anyone might have done, but she was glad it was Maggie.

Over the course of the next few weeks, while Jonah and Crissy were doing 
just about everything a man and a woman could do together, Crissy and 
Maggie were doing just about everything two hot-blooded females could do 
together. It was a great time for all concerned, but especially so for 
Crissy. She was living and loving and learning and, well, just living in a 
whole new world. She’d never been happier.

There always seemed to be some new pleasure awaiting her just around the 
corner, like on the afternoon she went by Maggie’s to pay a visit.

She had called first to make sure the coast was clear, but when Crissy 
arrived she found Maggie already had a visitor. It was Shannon, her friend 
from next door. She was a leggy, chesty brunette with flashing dark eyes 
and a ready smile. Or was that a leer?

As they sat and talked and got acquainted, Crissy kept wondering. Then 
when Maggie went into the kitchen to put some coffee on, she found out.

“I understand you and Maggie are more than just friends,” the woman 
remarked quietly, cozily.

“Oh?”

“She tells me everything. She and I have had a few fucks ourselves, so 
don’t worry about anything.”

“You and Maggie? She gets around.”

“Yeah, she is fun. Not as much as she could be, though.”

“What do you mean?”

“I asked her if she’d mind sharing you. She’s reluctant.”

“I wonder why,” Crissy said.

“She seemed to think you weren’t ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“She didn’t say.”

Crissy took a moment to think it over. Maggie couldn’t be just being 
greedy. Not if she was sharing Crissy with her own husband. Maybe she just 
thought that Crissy had her hands full already, and being introduced to a 
third playmate would burn her out.

“What do you think?” Shannon asked. “Are you ready?”

Crissy looked into Shannon’s deep, dark inviting eyes and felt a quiver 
of want. Burn out? Not a chance.

Crissy showed a willing smile. Shannon responded with delight. She said, 
“How ‘bout making it a threesome?”

“Neat,” Crissy enthused.

“C’mon,” Shannon said then, getting to her feet with a glance toward the 
kitchen door. “Let’s set a trap for her.”

Crissy wasn’t sure what the dark-haired woman meant, but it sounded like 
fun so she went along. Shannon started toward the stairs, slipping off her 
shoes as she went. She encouraged Crissy to do the same.

Then, at the foot of the stairs, the dress came off. Crissy caught on 
then and whipped off her pull-over, dropped it higher up on the stairs. 
They were laying a trail for Maggie to follow, and it led all the way to 
the guest bedroom.

Going through the door, Crissy and Shannon were both naked. They raced to
the bed and jumped on like a couple of kids, then settled down to relax and
wait for Maggie to show up.

Shannon was fantastic. Her hair was long and straight, which Crissy 
liked. She had a sexy little bottleneck waist and a really full, 
exquisitely rounded, jutting ass. And those long, shapely legs. And those 
hand-filling tits. And those flashy eyes. Crissy just had to start kissing 
her.

Shannon didn’t mind kissing her back, either. In fact, she seemed to 
revel in it. Mouths steamily locked, they squirmed closer together on the 
bed, legs entwining, pussy-mounds touching, tits bedding together. Their 
hands went roaming over one another’s curves and hollows, and the cozy 
feelings went all sexy.

“You delicious thing,” Shannon murmured. “Where have you been all my 
life?”

“Minding little brats.”

“Too bad I never had any. I’d have used you a lot.”

“And what good are babysitters if you don’t use them?”

Shannon laughed. “Maggie said you were a clever one. You’ll be laying 
traps for me if I’m not careful.”

“Don’t worry. I take good care of my pets.”

“I’ll bet you do,” Shannon murmured, and kissed Crissy again.

The soulful kiss was interrupted when their clothes suddenly landed on 
them in a bundle. They looked up to see Maggie standing at the foot of the 
bed.

“Can’t you two pick up after yourselves?” she demanded. “Suppose someone 
had come in?”

“It’s a big bed,” Crissy answered. “There’s room for four.”

Maggie smirked.

“Plenty of room for three,” Shannon added in a murmur.

Maggie appeared to consider the idea as she looked at the two naked 
females before her. Her expression warmed.

Crissy sat up and pushed the returned clothing off the wide bed. Then she
reached for Maggie’s hand. When it was offered she grabbed Maggie’s wrist 
instead and pulled her onto the bed.

Maggie let out a yelp of surprise and landed between the two naked women.
The next thing she knew, her clothes were being pulled off, and it wasn’t 
taking long.

“God,” she groaned, “I’m being ravaged in my own house by two 
uncontrollable sluts.”

“Takes one to know one,” Crissy said.

She and Shannon already had Maggie down to her underwear, and in a matter
of seconds that clothing too was gone. Naked before the two women, Maggie 
was at their mercy, and waiting to see what was going to happen to her.

Crissy slinked in close to one side of Maggie, and Shannon closed in on 
her other flank. The blonde and the brunette faced each other over Maggie’s
chest. Their eyes dropped to her ample tits.

As one, Crissy and Shannon lowered their heads, leaning in over Maggie. 
Their pink tongues slipped out and their crafty lips began to circle the 
redhead’s pulpy nipples.

Bit by bit the reddish pink peaks of Maggie’s tits came to life. The 
nipples swelled and firmed up, and the heat of them drew kissing lips onto 
their erotic texture.

Kisses became soft sucks, and Maggie felt the strokes of firm tongues as 
those succulent mouths pulled at her excited nipples. A sigh escaped her, 
and she squirmed against the warm, smooth bodies pressing in against her 
sides.

“Uncontrollable sluts,” Maggie murmured affectionately.

“Wanton bitch,” Shannon murmured back at her.

Out of the corner of her eye Crissy saw Shannon’s hand move flirtingly 
down over Maggie’s rising and falling tummy. Not wanting to miss out on 
anything, Crissy played a light-fingered hand down alongside Shannon’s.

Shannon trailed her hand out over Maggie’s near thigh and Crissy followed
suit along the thigh nearest her. At the same time both women continued to 
lick and pull at the sensuous redhead’s nipples. As their hands became more
adventurous, so did their mouths, and they proceeded to feast on Maggie’s 
tits.

With only a little manual urging, Maggie’s legs drew up and apart. On her
own Maggie lifted each leg and draped them over Crissy’s and Shannon’s 
legs. She tilted her pelvis and made an offering of her increasingly 
excited cunt.

Light, warm hands played gingerly over the inner portions of her parted 
thighs, teasing up to her sexy crotch and away from it.

“Oh, you’re gonna make me want it, are you?” Maggie said. “As if I don’t 
want it bad already.”

Crissy opened her mouth wide and bit down on Maggie’s tit as she sucked 
off of it. Maggie let out a soft cry of pleasure and pain.

“We’re not just uncontrollable,” the girl said. “We’re also bad.”

Shannon sank her teeth into Maggie’s other tit-mass. “Real bad. And we’re
gonna be bad to you.”

A rush seemed to go through Maggie and she replied, “I think I’m looking 
forward to it.”

“We’ll stop until you’ve made up your mind,” Crissy said.

“Yes, yes, I’m looking forward to it,” Maggie responded emphatically. “Oh
God, I want you to be bad to me. I want you to give me everything you think
I’ve got coming.”

“She’s trying to keep us here all day,” Shannon remarked.

“She’s a worse slut than us put together,” Crissy observed.

“We’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Then let’s do it.”

“Finally,” Maggie moaned.

Shannon and Crissy resumed mouthing Maggie’s tits. They ran tongues and 
lips all over the domed mounds of smooth flesh, concentrating less on that 
now and more on what their hands were doing.

The soft, sweeping caresses over Maggie’s thighs gave way to short 
strokes high up on her tapered columns, against their juncture with the 
woman’s sumptuous body, almost on her outer cunt-lips.

“No more teasing, hey you guys?” Maggie said in a fragile tone. “Play 
with my pussy now?”

Her voice was too sweet to resist. Shannon twisted her hand and slid her 
fingers onto Maggie’s soft-haired cunt-mound. Crissy turned her hand only a
little and started brushing her fingers over the woman’s swollen pussy.

Not the type to be totally passive, Maggie reached down with her hands 
and found two pussies to play with. Crissy and Shannon each bent her upper 
leg into the air to give Maggie’s fingers greater freedom of movement. Of 
course, lifting their legs also made Maggie’s cunt more accessible, as her 
shanks had been draped over Crissy’s and Shannon’s.

Maggie worked her hands to and fro, rubbing her pressing fingers over 
each soft pussy-mouth. Shannon rotated her fingers on the red-haired 
pussy-mound and Crissy swirled her caresses on the woman’s cunt-lips.

Maggie was grinning from ear to ear. “Yeah, we’re bad. We’re real bad.”

“The badder the better, that’s our motto,” Crissy chimed in.

Shannon straightened her curved body and was able to reach Maggie’s Ups 
with her own. Crissy realized she had never seen two women kissing before, 
certainly not like this. The sight fascinated her in an arousing way. She 
drew herself up for a closer look. Sensing Crissy’s closeness, Maggie broke
the kiss with Shannon and turned to the babysitter. They shared a kiss of 
their own. All the while each female kept her hands where they had been, 
continuing to stroke and caress.

Maggie’s lips went back to Shannon, then to Crissy again. Then the young 
blonde and the more mature brunette let their mouths join for some 
tongue-touching. The illicit intimacy of those moments thrilled Crissy to 
the core. She felt part of something deliciously wicked, and that was what 
she lived for.

And all she could think was, more, more.

She was sure the others felt the same way. It was only her impatience 
that made her take the lead.

Pushing herself down on the bed, she drew Maggie’s near leg way back and 
leaned in over the redhead’s percolating pussy. The lips were swollen and 
vividly pink, and no matter how many times she laid eyes on it she would 
always find Maggie’s cunt sexy as hell.

Crissy scrunched down low and started wiping at Maggie’s pussy with her 
tongue. She took hold of Shannon’s wrist and pulled and kept pulling until 
the woman relented and took her mouth from Maggie’s and slid down to join 
Crissy between her legs.

Warm cheek to warm cheek, flank to flank, Crissy and Shannon licked with 
broad strokes at Maggie’s increasingly fiery crotch like two little 
sex-kittens at the same bowl. Their eyes were shining with a devilish 
delight.

Maggie gave a throaty laugh of pleasure. Her back arched against the 
thrills that were chasing along her spine. She reached for a pillow and 
brought it down under her head so she could comfortably watch what was 
being done to her. She eyed Crissy and Shannon over the mauled peaks of her
tits.

“Ooooooh,” the turned-on redhead growled sexily. She wiggled her ass and 
lifted her cunt against the eager tongues of her horny playmates. “I love 
it! How come you’re being so bad to me?”

“Do unto others as they’ve done unto you,” Shannon answered between 
licks.

“Yeah,” said Crissy.

“I love it,” Maggie crooned.

“Now you’re gonna get what you really love,” Crissy promised. She lifted 
her head out of the way and slid two straight fingers up the woman’s 
streaming cunt-chute.

“Aaaggghhhh!” Maggie groaned, her body curving intensely.

Shannon kept her head down. She had Maggie’s erect clit out in the open 
and was continuing to lick at it with a vengeance. Maggie cooed her 
pleasure.

Crissy ran her fingers in and out of Maggie’s pussy in a busy, purposeful
manner. If the woman had any resistance left, it quickly turned to jelly.

Crissy wasn’t done yet. She hooked her free hand behind Maggie’s knee and
swung that leg over her head toward Shannon’s side. The move rolled 
Maggie’s midsection onto her hip, toward Shannon.

The brunette’s tongue didn’t break stride. In fact, things were suddenly 
more comfortable for her now. Laying her head down on Maggie’s thigh, like 
on a pillow, freed her to attack the redhead’s pussy with greater energy. 
When Crissy pulled her two fingers from Maggie’s cunt, Shannon slid hers 
in.

Crissy had something other than pussy on her mind. She twisted onto her 
side, putting the front of her body against Shannon’s, her face up close to
the spread cleft of Maggie’s ass. She reached around Maggie’s raised thigh 
and gripped the woman’s upper asscheek and pulled it farther apart from the
other one.

She nuzzled into the top of the crack with the tip of her nose. She 
squirmed on the bed, against Shannon, making adjustments, then nuzzled 
deeper into the crack. Head tilted back, she stuck her tongue out and 
teased Maggie’s pink asshole with her wet tip. “Oh no!” Maggie gasped. “My 
pussy, my asshole, it’s too much! You guys are too bad!”

Crissy would have said they were just bad enough, but her tongue was 
busy. And she wanted to keep it that way.

Crissy flicked her wicked tongue against Maggie’s hot asshole. She licked
over it, poked into it, pressured it with the velvet of her Ups, did 
everything she could think of to make that little hole just burn.

Shannon was intent on working the same magic on Maggie’s cunt. With her 
mouth she was virtually gnawing at the woman’s inflamed, throbbing clit. 
Her fingers never stopped moving, always delving, diving, twisting, 
prodding or just plain fucking.

Together Crissy and Shannon were giving Maggie the shakes. Those horny 
tremors claimed her when she was up near the brink, early signs that her 
system and body were losing control. All the lusty redhead needed was a 
single finishing touch.

Crissy had it.

Taking her hand from Maggie’s asscheek, Crissy brought it down underneath
and aimed the point at Maggie’s wet shit-hole. The slender digit slid in 
without resistance—at least none that Crissy paid any attention to. Crissy 
jammed her finger in deep, then started to frig it in and out in an 
absolutely wild manner.

Maggie’s breath caught in her throat. All she seemed able to do was 
inhale. Her lungs filled and her body went stiff all over. With unfettered 
stimulation seeming to come at her from all sides and her mind going blank,
she went crashing into her climax.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Maggie’s legs kicked as her climax hit her. Her hips hunched her asshole 
and pussy against the plunging fingers of her naughty playmates, her body 
wanting more and more of the terrific excitement they were feeding into it.

Finally the voluptuous redhead collapsed onto the bed, the wind pretty 
well knocked out of her. Her breathing came back and she recovered slowly. 
As if to comfort her, Crissy and Shannon crawled up to lie with her, front 
and back, her snugly sandwiched in between.

“Housework be damned,” Maggie murmured. “This is how to spend an 
afternoon.”

“Or an evening,” Crissy said.

“Or a morning,” Shannon put in.

“Or all three,” Maggie concluded, and they laughed. “You two must be 
pretty horny by now, huh?”

“I could use a come,” Crissy confessed. “Me too,” Shannon said. “Wanna 
watch us get each other off?”

“Me watch? When I can do the job myself? I don’t think so.”

Crissy lifted her head. “You can get us both off at the same time?”

“A couple of hot-blooded sluts like you?” Maggie answered. “No sweat. I 
could do it in my sleep.”

“I love it when she talks cocky,” Shannon murmured. “Especially when I 
know she can back it up.”

“I’d still like to be convinced,” Crissy said, knowing how to make things
happen.

“I’ll show you a thing or two,” Maggie vowed. She wriggled out of the 
tight squeeze the other two had her in and pushed herself down and off the 
bed. She knelt on the floor at the foot of it. “All you have to do is come 
and get it.”

Crissy and Shannon exchanged expectant glances and hurried down to the 
foot of the bed. Maggie had Shannon slide her ass out to the edge of the 
bed, feet on the floor with legs out to either side of the provocative 
redhead. Then she had Shannon lie back on the bed.

She had Crissy straddle Shannon’s pelvis in a squatting position, facing 
Maggie. Then Crissy had to lie back on top of Shannon, legs folded and 
spread, heels at the edge of the bed to either side of Shannon’s hips.

Maggie was faced with a double-decker spread. Asscheeks, pussy, 
asscheeks, pussy. Pussy-lips and ass-cracks were virtually in a straight 
line, one over the other.

“Neither of you needs it,” Maggie commented, “but I always like to give a
little warm up.”

Crissy wiggled. “I won’t complain.” Shannon brought her hands up and 
closed them on the young blonde’s tits. “Take it easy, cutie. We’ll have 
our fun.”

Crissy relaxed and waited for the good things to start happening. Too bad
she wasn’t underneath. Then she would have no choice but to lie still and 
wait. And it would be a kick, not being able to move once the fun started. 
She and Maggie had tried a little bondage, so Crissy had an idea of what 
being restrained was like. Maybe next time.

Maggie sank her wide, cushiony ass back onto her heels and leaned 
forward. She rolled her head back and stuck her tongue out of her open 
mouth and wiped the tip between Shannon’s asscheeks.

She licked over the brunette’s asshole, across the tender spot at her 
crotch, up Shannon’s spread pussy, onto Crissy’s smooth inner ass and still
higher to the girl’s responding clit. Then Maggie ducked back down to start
over.

It would have been hard to tell who was enjoying it more. It was good to 
receive, but Crissy kept picturing herself down there and Maggie up here, 
and she felt distinct pangs of envy. Two pussies spread before her, getting
steamy and wanting her tongue must be great.

Maggie’s pleasure showed in the way she treated the double treat of 
pussy. It showed in the loving way her tongue washed over their thrumming 
cunts, in the devoted press of her kissing, unabashedly smacking licks. She
even got a little carried away at times, whipping her head from side to 
side with her face touching the spread crotches. Her hair tickled their 
inner thighs for extra fun.

Everything was squirmingly good, and it went on for Crissy didn’t know 
how long. Who cared as long as it kept getting better? And it did.

But it soon came out that Maggie had some variety in mind for them. With 
Crissy writhing on top of Shannon and the latter squirming herself, Maggie 
backed off and said, “Okay, break it up, you two. I want you side by side 
with your pussies out and your legs spread.” Maggie moved out from between 
Shannon’s legs as Crissy shifted herself off the brunette, dropping her ass
onto the edge of the bed. Maggie knelt now between her legs and Shannon’s, 
the redhead playing a hand over each set of fine-looking shanks.

Crissy, with Maggie guiding her, brought her outer foot up and hooked it 
at the edge of the mattress. Shannon followed suit. Legs spread, pussies 
out, just the way Maggie had wanted it.

And Maggie wasted no time in taking advantage. With two fingers extended,
she probed into each gaping cunt. She was patient, teasing, working her 
fingertips around and up and down as she continued to slowly penetrate.

“A pussy for each hand,” she remarked. “I love it.”

“Sexy,” Crissy enthused.

“Dirty,” Shannon said in a lower tone of voice. “The kind of thing you 
itch to do but would hate to get caught at.”

To give the brunette a little something extra to appreciate, Maggie 
leaned forward and bit into one of Shannon’s tits.

“Aaaiiii!” Shannon squealed grinningly. Maggie continued mouthing her 
sumptuous tits, at the same time swirling her fingers in and out of each 
steamy pussy.

“Hey,” Crissy protested, “quit making me jealous.”

“I haven’t forgotten about you, my wicked young hussy,” Maggie replied, 
turning to her from Shannon. “I love these tender young tits of yours. They
always seem to be just waiting for me.”

“They are,” Crissy told her. “You and your hot sucking mouth. And those 
sharp teeth, nnnnnnn, that’s good.”

A chewing mouth on her tits, two long fingers up her hot pussy—it was all
good. Naked with two sexy females, free to do anything they wanted—hell, it
was the best.

Working her hands in and out between the thighs of each horny female, 
Maggie went back to Shannon’s heavy tits and sucked greedily at them. She 
alternated from one sexy pair to the other for long moments. Down below, 
her fingers were wet with pussy-oils and they delved with greased ease into
Shannon’s and Crissy’s cunts.

“Real good,” Shannon rasped. “I love it.”

She started hunching her hips at Maggie’s thrusting hand. Watching the 
illicit action, Crissy found herself joining in, and the two women 
exchanged glances, wordlessly communicating what a kick it all was for each
of them.

Call it bad, call it dirty, call it whatever you want. It was what they 
went for in a big way. Sweet, raunchy fun. Yummy.

But it wasn’t going to end here, they soon discovered. Maggie had even 
sexier things in mind for them.

“All right ladies,” the wanton redhead said, pulling her fingers from the
grip of tight pussies and trailing them down smooth-tanned legs, “now up on
the bed. Turn around and bend over. Way over.”

Crissy giggled with illicit delight and anticipation. Had Shannon been 
younger and less composed, she would have giggled in the same girlish way.

As one Crissy and Shannon turned over and lifted their asses into the 
air, knees dug in near the lower edge of the bed. They dropped onto their 
elbows and held there, side by side, hips touching.

“Stick out those pussies,” Maggie told them. “Spread those sexy 
asscheeks.”

Crissy squealed with an even bigger delight.

She curved her body to untuck her pussy from between her thighs. Dropping
her face onto the bedding, she reached back with both hands and pulled her 
rounded asscheeks apart.

To her left, Shannon was doing the same. Neither woman showed the 
slightest hesitation at adopting such a lewd and lascivious position. They 
wanted Maggie to see everything, to have everything. Total surrender meant 
total pleasure, after all. And besides, it was a kick to flaunt themselves 
like that. A juicy, slutty kick.

Erect on her knees on the floor, Maggie returned two extended fingers to 
the waiting cunts before her. Pumping again, slowly now, all the way in and
all the way out, she leaned forward to Shannon’s womanly ass.

Her tongue came out and she passed it lightly over the brunette’s 
asshole. She leaned to the other side and treated Crissy to the same light 
caress. With ease she went back and forth like that, never licking more 
than once at a time, tantalizing and teasing Shannon and Crissy.

“Finger us,” Crissy said presently. “We all know you’re going to. Do it. 
Finger our assholes.”

“Don’t be greedy,” Maggie answered. “Remember, you’re a guest in my 
house.”

“Ohhhh!” Crissy gasped helplessly. “Please, Maggie, please put your 
finger up my ass! You’ve got me wanting it so bad, pleeaasse!”

“That’s better,” Maggie answered cheerfully.

Maggie pulled each glistening forefinger out into the open and traced the
tips up to both waiting shit-holes. She fit each tip into each tight 
opening and pushed, felt a brief resistance, then yielding, then a happy 
engulfing of both fingers.

“Nnnnnnn!” Shannon groaned with a big grin on her face.

She groaned again with a lewd sort of laughter mixed in. Sexy. Crissy 
looked across the bedding at her and their eyes locked. There was a kind of
bond between them, as if they were two of a kind. Partners in lust.

As Maggie penetrated each ass-tunnel, her middle fingers went gliding 
into both pussies underneath. When she pulled out on the first stroke, she 
added her ring fingers to the pussy action. Her pinkie was allowed to slide
over the clit areas as she worked her hand forward and back.

Maggie stood behind Shannon and Crissy and was then able to use her hands
with greater ease. She picked up the pace, sawing in and out of pussy and 
asshole with a steady rhythm.

Crissy let go of her asscheeks and stretched both arms above her head on 
the bedding. She curved her body to a lewd degree and wiggled her ass from 
side to side as Maggie’s expert, uninhibited frigging went on and on.

She was as susceptible to stimulation as any woman could be, she 
supposed. This was sure getting her hot. Her pussy felt like it was 
melting. Her ass-tunnel, unaccustomed as it was to sexual contact, was 
catching on fast. There was a raw kind of carnal energy crackling and 
glowing through the walls of her shit-chute.

“Uuuuhhhh!” the young blonde gasped. “Ooohhh, God, God, give it to me!”

Beside her, Shannon wriggled with a similar excitement. She shoved 
herself back to meet the thrusts of Maggie’s hand. In the grip of passion, 
her face was flushed, her lips swollen, her breath coming in short, rasping
gasps. She pushed herself up onto straight arms and tossed her head like a 
high-strung colt.

Crissy came up onto straight arms as well. She turned to Shannon and the 
brunette turned to her and their mouths fused in a searing kiss. They 
wanted any new sensations they could get, any fresh thrill that could be 
had. They wanted it all.

Maggie’s fingers pistoned in and out of the fiery grips of ass-tunnel and
pussy-chute. She jiggled her pinkie against outthrust clits and watched 
excitedly as Crissy and Shannon twitched and writhed and thrust with 
pleasure.

“This is what you like, isn’t it?” Maggie hissed. “You hot bitches, you 
could take this all fucking day, couldn’t you? Yeah, look at you! Sluts!”

“Nnnnnnn!” Crissy whined. “Oh God, yes, yess, yeesssss!”

She wrapped an arm around Shannon’s neck and held tight to the woman as 
they shared another soulful kiss. Their tongues coiled excitedly as their 
insides quivered and quaked.

Shannon and Crissy whimpered their pleasure into one another’s mouth as 
the deep rumblings of release started to rise up. They were taut, chomping 
at the bit, trembling with anticipation.

Something inside seemed to buck and suddenly they were into their 
simultaneous climaxes. Maggie was whipping her fingers in and out of 
spasming, gushing pussies and clutching assholes, her two-pronged 
stimulation making for a two-pronged release. Swift, hard pangs of 
sensation wracked Shannon and Crissy from top to bottom. Their thighs 
shivered hotly, their insides clutched at flowing satisfaction with intense
need, their minds fogged over with bright, changing colors.

As their orgasms played out through their extremities, Shannon and Crissy
went forward to stretch out stomach down on the bed. Maggie came onto the 
bed with them, on her knees, holding softly stroking fingers inside their 
calming fuck-holes. Shannon and Crissy moaned and whimpered in delicate 
voices, both happy and sad that the exquisite torture was over.

Presently Maggie pulled her sticky fingers free and lay down between the 
other two. Also stomach down, she draped an arm over Crissy and Shannon and
they all snuggled together. No one spoke for some time.

“I’m gonna go home,” Shannon said, “fix my husband dinner and carry on 
like a good little wife as if none of this has happened. Somehow that 
strikes me as funny.”

“Why?” Crissy asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s just better than crying.”

“You mean you’re sad now?”

“Not sad that we’ve done it. Sad I can’t share it with my husband. Sad I 
can’t do all the things I want to do with him.”

“Why can’t you?”

“He’d rather work than fuck. He’d rather do just about anything than 
fuck.”

“Gee,” said Crissy, not sure what to make of this. A man who wasn’t 
interested in fucking? “Are you sure?”

“Positive. I know him.”

“And he wouldn’t approve of you having flings like this?”

“No.”

“That hardly seems fair. No wonder you’re sad. Why do you put up with 
it?”

“He’s a nice guy otherwise. A great guy, really. And a girl can’t have 
everything, can she?”

“She can try.”

Shannon smiled. “It’s easy to think so when you’re young. Anyway, just 
because I’m a little sad doesn’t mean I’m complaining. It’s not as if I’m 
not getting any.”

“Great to have friends, huh?”

“Second best is still pretty damn good.”

“Second best?” Crissy protested. She gave Maggie a nudge. “She just 
called us second best.”

Maggie lifted her head, propping herself up on both elbows. “She has a 
point.”

“Oh?”

“No offense, cutie, but what goes on in bed between a husband and wife, 
when it’s right, is the best. Anything else, no matter how thrilling, is 
well, second best. I know that must sound kind of hard to believe to a 
young thing like you, who’s done what you’ve done.”

Crissy thought a moment, reflecting on her times with Jonah. Once or 
twice it had gone beyond kicks with him, beyond mere fucking and sucking. 
It had reached a personal kind of thing, touching on an emotional bond. She
remembered thinking, at one point, this must be what it’s like to be 
married. Utterly married, in mind, body and spirit. And it had wowed her. 
“Not that hard to believe,” Crissy answered. Shannon sat up. “I need a 
shower. Do you mind?”

“Help yourself,” Maggie answered. Shannon left the bed, picked up her 
clothes and walked out, padding down the hall to the bathroom. Alone, 
Crissy looked at Maggie.

“If it’s second best, why settle for it?” the girl asked.

“I’m just wondering the same thing.”

“Are you gonna divorce Jonah and try someone else?”

“I doubt it. I still have hopes for us, I guess.”

“What can you do? You two seem pretty far apart.”

“We didn’t use to be. We started out on exactly the same wavelength.”

“What happened?” Crissy asked.

“Who knows? They say you have to work at a marriage—maybe we didn’t work 
enough. We expected the other person to do everything. When it didn’t 
happen it led to friction. Resentment. Piling up, slowly but surely over 
the years, making a wall between us.”

“What can you do about it now?”

“Agree to wipe the slate clean, start over. See where we went wrong and 
go from there. I wish there was some way of reminding him of how it used to
be for us. Give him a taste of how good it could be again.”

“If you remember, he must.”

“Yeah,” Maggie acknowledged, “but how do I make sure? And how do I get 
him to listen, and to try again? To want to try again?”

“Maybe I should stop fucking him for starters,” Crissy offered.

“You’d just give him up?”

“I don’t want to be a home-wrecker, Maggie. If this marriage is meant to 
be, I want to help.” Maggie kissed her on the cheek. “Thanks. And if I 
think of a way, I’ll let you know.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Two days later, Crissy went to a motel with Jonah. They fell into bed and
tore each other’s clothes off and fucked like bunnies for as long as they 
could stand it. Later, after a shared shower, Crissy rested curled up at 
the head of the bed as she watched Jonah get dressed.

Yesterday Maggie had called her. She had worked out a plan. It was now 
time for it to go into action.

“Jonah?”

no “Hmm?”

“Why are you having an affair with me while you’ve got such a hot bitch 
of a wife at home?” He stopped still in the middle of pulling on a sock. 
Finally he turned his head and looked at her. “What?”

“You heard me. She’s panting, and you want somebody else. I’m curious. 
You like younger stuff, maybe?”

“How do you know so much about Maggie?” Crissy flicked her eyebrows 
suggestively. “I have my ways.”

“What ways?”

“Well, okay, I’ll tell you. She’s been coming on to me. She’s hot, Jonah.
Don’t you take care of her no more? I don’t think I sap all your strength, 
do I? What’s the problem?”

“Maggie has been chasing you?” he said, understandably finding it hard to
believe.

“I uh, even let her catch me once.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“I’m not usually that way, but I felt kind of responsible for her being 
so hard up, what with fucking her husband on the sly and everything.”

“Are you making this up?”

“You seem shocked. By her or by me?”

“Both, if this is true.”

“It is. Afterward I told her what she really needed was cock, and she 
agreed. Your cock.”

“And what did you say to that?”

“Nothing. What kind of girl do you think I am?”

“I’m not sure,” he answered, and resumed dressing.

“You didn’t answer me,” she went on conversationally. “You hardly fuck 
her anymore. Why?”

“Didn’t she tell you?”

“She thinks you’ve both been lazy. You had a good thing going but you 
didn’t bother to maintain it. What do you think?”

“Maybe. Things aren’t what they used to be, that’s all I know.”

“Would you like them to be?”

“Sure. They were great, while they lasted.” He turned to face her again. 
“Why all the questions?”

“I’m wondering if you two wouldn’t be better off with each other instead 
of sharing me.”

“What are you, some kind of Good Samaritan?”

“More like a marital aid,” she joked. “Or maybe you’d prefer each other 
and me.”

“And you?”

“It’s obvious you two need a fresh start. You also need something in 
common to get things going. Something new and different you can both 
experience together for the first time.

Something to bring you back together without having to face all the 
negative feelings that have been building up right away.”

“Something that will let us have fun again,” Jonah realized. “Instead of 
being a reason to argue.”

“Pretty smart, for a stud.”

“Pretty smart, for a babysitter.”

Crissy smiled. “Have I convinced you?”

“I might be. But I’m wondering how you’re gonna sell this to Maggie. Or 
have you already?”

“Just don’t drive into a tree on your way home from work today,” Crissy 
said. “You’ll miss quite an evening.”

He wanted to know more, but she wouldn’t give. Why spoil the suspense? 
Anyway, she wasn’t sure what Maggie had in mind to start with. She was 
getting itchy to find out.

As itchy as Jonah was getting to be.

*

The kids were gone for the night, staying with friends. Maggie was home 
alone when Crissy got there. She’d grabbed a quick bite at home and come 
over. Someone had called, wanting her to mind a pair of two-year olds, but 
she canceled. She wasn’t going to miss this for anything.

Jonah didn’t usually get home until around six-thirty, which gave them 
roughly half an hour to prepare. That afternoon Maggie had gone shopping 
for something to wear. She’d bought lacy, half-cup bras, matching bikini 
panties, slender garter belts and nylons. White for Maggie, black for the 
young blonde babysitter.

They dressed in the master bedroom. Then they spent some time in front of
the vanity mirror, fixing their hair and putting on a little make-up. They 
concluded with earrings.

Jonah was early. They took it as a good sign. Hearing the front door 
close, the two sexily clad females went to the bed. They reclined on top of
the bedding, Crissy on her back, Maggie lounging on her side close against 
her. She slid her fingers of one hand under the triangular patch of 
lingerie over Crissy’s cunt-mound. They kissed.

They were still kissing when Jonah appeared in the doorway. Sensing his 
presence, Maggie lifted her head and looked at him.

“Hello, lover,” she said.

Crissy was impressed. Maggie hadn’t shown any nerves but that could have 
been a front. Now the girl knew it wasn’t. Maggie was determined to take 
this experiment as far as it could go.

“I understand you’ve been waiting for me,” he responded.

“Both of us.”

Jonah came into the room at an easy walk. He had his jacket off. He 
dropped it on a chair before approaching the bed. He stood to one side, 
looking at Crissy and his wife from head to toe.

“I’ve been wondering what to expect,” he said. “None of it was as 
interesting as this.”

“Just interesting?” Crissy asked slyly.

“She’s something, isn’t she?” he remarked to Maggie.

“Something else.”

Crissy rolled away from Maggie toward Jonah, making something of a 
production out of it with her tempting body, but Jonah seemed in need of a 
little provocation. The poor stunned guy was just standing there.

“Join the party,” she said as she stood before him, taking hold of his 
tie. She pulled it off.

At the same time Maggie was walking around the bed to join them. She 
reached around from behind Jonah to unbutton his shirt. Crissy knelt and 
got him out of his shoes and socks.

The best thing was for no one to have time to think, or to remember the 
trouble of the past while. Keep things happening—that was the way to go. 
For the time being, at least. Let sheer, uncomplicated fun carry them all 
away, together.

Crissy loosened his pants and teased down Jonah’s fly. Whisking them to 
his ankles, she eyed the modest bulge in his shorts. Maggie, removing his 
shirt, slid her hands under the waistband at each hip.

“Yeah,” Crissy enthused. “Show it to me.”

Never mind that she had seen his prick before, in this very room in fact.
Today it all seemed different, like new.

Maggie pushed her husband’s underwear from his hips, from his cock. His 
cock-meat bobbed outward, almost nudging Crissy in the nose. She grinned at
it, then stuck out her tongue and touched the tip, then leaned forward and 
slid the swelling cock-shaft into her mouth.

Looking down her husband’s back, Maggie eased his shorts from the manly 
jut of his asscheeks. Leaving the underwear for Crissy to whisk down the 
rest of the way, which she promptly did, Maggie touched exploring fingers 
to Jonah’s ass. Testing, probing, flirting, she became bolder, and teased 
long fingers into the crack. She’d always loved his ass.

Crissy was loving his cock. Moving forward, she constricted the circle of
her lips, pushing at his cock-head, then pushing the shaft-skin away from 
it. Moving away, she sucked hard on the length of his cock, stretching it 
out as if to make it aware of its full potential.

Her hands breezed over and around Jonah’s thighs. She brushed the fingers
of one hand over his balls and under to his crotch. There she encountered 
Maggie’s caressing hand. She caught it and drew it forward, closing the 
woman’s fingers on Jonah’s hanging balls.

“Mmmmmm!” Jonah moaned approvingly. “Nice touch. Both of you. Very nice.”

Maggie slid an arm around Jonah from behind, continuing to cuddle his 
balls. It was as if they had never been apart, Crissy thought.

But Crissy knew that without her presence they wouldn’t be like this. 
There would have been a chill in the air, and sadness. No, they needed the 
distraction that Crissy provided. They needed the newness of a third person
being involved in their fucking. They needed a respite from the norm to 
give them a chance to get back on a loving, caring track.

They were lucky. Crissy had happened along at the right time. Much longer
and the bitterness between Maggie and Jonah would have been too strong to 
overcome. They were still willing to meet each other halfway, and that was 
the whole key. With Crissy serving as the magnet to bring them together.

Crissy felt Jonah’s cock-meat grow longer and thicker in her slick, oral 
grasp. She continued pushing and pulling at it until steel filled the 
entire, virile length.

Using a hand, she angled his prick to one side. Crouching, she leaned 
forward and started licking at Maggie’s fingers. They slid out of the way 
and Crissy scooped Jonah’s balls into her mouth.

Crissy sucked softly for a moment or two, pulling with her mouth and 
turning her head slowly from side to side as she did so. Pausing, she slid 
her tongue out past his balls and her lips and ground the tip against his 
hot crotch.

Holding the front of her body against Jonah, Maggie moved around to one 
side of her husband. She let one hand linger on his asscheeks, and between,
and brought the other one to her husband’s cock.

Crissy let go of Jonah’s prick-meat and opened her eyes to see Maggie’s 
hand slowly stroking up and down on it. The luscious redhead was also 
treating her husband to a soulful kiss.

The young blonde pressed her mouth up tightly against Jonah’s groin, his 
hot balls going to the back of her mouth. She washed her soft tongue over 
the back of the swollen balls.

When she finally took her mouth from Jonah’s balls and backed off, Maggie
gripped the base of his cock-shaft and pointed it at Crissy’s face. Her 
mouth watering, Crissy eagerly took it past her lips.

Maggie’s hand remained on his prick as Crissy’s mouth rode up and down on
it. Sometimes her fist would follow Crissy’s lips out to the end of the 
cock-length, then slide back to the base just ahead of the girl’s mouth.

“Mmmmmmmm,” Jonah moaned, “what’re you trying to do to me?”

“Just a little warm up,” Maggie murmured against his ear.

“I’m getting hot. Too hot.”

“Maybe we should cool you down.”

“It’s your show.”

Maggie gave him another kiss, then moved farther around in front of him. 
She knelt alongside Crissy, slinking an arm around the girl’s slender waist
as she leaned in close.

Crissy took her mouth from Jonah’s cock and fingered it to one side. 
Maggie ovaled her mouth and glided it onto the saliva-coated fuck-pole. As 
the older woman sucked, the babysitter provided the jacking-off caresses 
that complemented the sucking so well. Maggie rode her loving mouth back 
and forth on Jonah’s prick ten or eleven times before Crissy took it back 
into her wet, warm grasp. Maggie tilted her head and burrowed in 
underneath, gobbling his balls into her mouth.

She pulled away with his balls inside her mouth, drawing the sac tight 
around the swollen nuggets of cum. Holding them at the front of her mouth, 
she whisked the velvet friction of her tongue back and forth and up and 
down against the burning balls.

“Jeez,” Jonah hissed softly. “Oh man, you two are something else! I’m not
gonna last if this keeps up!”

“You’ll last,” Crissy said to him. “Your cock will come and go, though.” 
With a smiling face she gulped his fat prick back into her mouth.

It was going well, very well. Maggie and Jonah were totally caught up in 
the fun of the moment, Jonah especially. It was probably the most kicks 
they’d had together in over a year, maybe two. Crissy was thrilled to be a 
part of it.

It wasn’t hard to understand how these two people could put aside their 
differences for something like this. They were probably the most sensuous 
people Crissy knew, aside from herself. For a good, clean, dirty time, they
would have forgotten a lot.

Maggie relinquished her hold on Jonah’s balls and kissed up onto the base
of his cock. She continued smooching out along the thick prick-shaft. 
Crissy’s sucks shortened to accommodate her, and eventually the blonde babe
turned her head to kiss her way down the other side of the cock-meat as 
Maggie slurped it into her mouth.

“I don’t believe it!” Jonah said in a chuckling voice. “I fucking don’t 
believe it! Fantastic! Both of you, fantastic!”

“Love this big prick!” Crissy moaned. “I want it to come all over me!”

“God, me too!” Maggie gurgled.

“Now!” Crissy decided.

Maggie quickened the pace of her sucking mouth. Crissy wet her middle 
finger in her mouth and held it extended as she lifted her hand between 
Jonah’s thighs. With the tip she sought and found his asshole and sank her 
finger in deep.

A harsh groan escaped Jonah upon the sudden, erotic penetration. Grinning
with wicked delight, Crissy started working in and out of his ass-tunnel.

Maggie swept her mouth up to the crown of his cock and held it there as 
she wrapped a hand around the shaft and started stroking. Her jacking hand 
glided over the wet-skinned cock with ever-increasing speed.

Frigging Jonah’s asshole, Crissy touched her cheek to Maggie’s with lips 
parted, eyes focused on his cock-meat, waiting for the hot spurts that were
soon to come. They wanted to give Jonah a special thrill, just in case he 
still had some doubts.

His hard cock tensed up. Maggie pulled her mouth free, holding it open. 
Crissy moved hers right in alongside the older woman’s. Maggie jerked him 
off frantically. Crissy’s finger jackhammered deep into his shit-chute.

With a raw growl Jonah came. His big cock flexed hard and a jet of cum 
made the leap into Maggie’s waiting mouth. The woman’s pumping hand 
continued unabated, the squirting cock-head being jerked sideways, cum 
spraying into Crissy’s mouth as well as Maggie’s. It spurted onto both 
their chins and their cheeks, and still there was more.

As Jonah’s prick-meat began to soften, Maggie took a suck from it. Then 
Crissy took a turn, then Maggie again. She squeezed out the last drops and 
let Crissy take it onto her tongue.

Crissy’s finger remained inside Jonah’s asshole and Maggie’s hand held on
to his spent prick as the two women faced each other. Calmly, enjoyingly, 
they proceeded to lick his jizz from each other’s face. Each soft lick was 
followed by an affectionate kiss.

They concluded with a kiss on the lips, and then Crissy looked up at 
Jonah. She eased her finger from his asshole. She said, “Have a seat. Watch
for a while, and join in when you feel the urge.”

“Watch what?” he grinned.

“You’ll see.”

His grin widened. “Shouldn’t be too long.” Maggie let her hand drop from 
his prick as he backed off and sat down in an easy chair. Again the two 
females faced each other, both showing a look of lust.

CHAPTER NINE

With Jonah looking on expectantly, Crissy and Maggie stood facing each 
other. They relaxed together, their tits spilling out over the tops of the 
bras, bellies flat, pussy-mounds touching through flimsy panties. Their 
lips joined, their mouths locking in a ferocious kiss. It softened, and 
their tongues flirted out into the open.

The pleasure was two-fold. First, they were enjoying each other. Second, 
they were being watched. That appealed to the exhibitionist in them both, 
and the newness of it made for a special kick. One more dirty little 
pleasure neither of them had really experienced before.

How many different things were there to try? Crissy wondered. Something 
new seemed to be popping up all the time. How much longer could it go on? 
One thing for sure, it would be fun finding out. And just as much fun going
back and starting all over.

Crissy breezed her hands up Maggie’s back and unfastened her bra. Maggie 
reciprocated, and the two of them separated to bare each other’s tits. That
done, their nimble fingers went wandering over their jutting tit-cones, 
touching and teasing, pinching and plucking. They kissed some more.

Again Crissy took the lead. Her hands went downward, thumbs hooking in 
the waist-strings of Maggie’s panties, pushing. She was the focal point of 
the evening, the reason for Maggie and Jonah getting together. It felt 
right for her to spark things, make the fun happen.

She pushed Maggie’s undies to her knees and let them fall to the woman’s 
nyloned ankles. As she straightened up, her own panties were suddenly 
grabbed and whisked from her by Maggie.

Crissy lowered again, swinging her ass around onto the edge of the bed. 
She pulled Maggie down alongside her.

Leaning back on one arm, Crissy lifted her outer leg free of her panties 
and hooked her heel up on the edge of the mattress. She slinked her free 
hand down over her exposed pussy. Next to her, Maggie adopted a mirroring 
pose. Bodies facing Jonah, they made terrific viewing.

But they didn’t look at him while he looked at them. Their eyes were on 
each other, on naked tits and hand-held pussies. Unabashedly they fingered 
their pussy-lips open and closed, rolled the heads of their extending 
clits, showing off and turning on at the same time.

When their eyes met they moved closer for a kiss. It played on and on, 
their tongues continuing to flirt in and out.

Crissy reached over and slid her hand under Maggie’s. She started playing
with the woman’s pussy as if it were her own. Not to be outdone, Maggie 
shifted her hand over to Crissy’s cunt.

Grinning into each other’s mouth, Crissy and Maggie ran knowing fingers 
over and into one another’s heating pussy. Encountering honeyed wetness, 
they coated each other’s clit with it and rubbed it in like massage oil. It
only made their clits stiffer, though.

“Ooooh!” Crissy chirped after a particularly stimulating attack on her 
clit by two of Maggie’s fingers. “You’re getting hot for it, aren’t you?”

“Aren’t you?”

“I’m getting hot for you,” Crissy answered. “And I’m gonna take you, 
right now.”

With that the girl slid her ass from the bed, turning around as she sank 
to her knees in front of Maggie, between the woman’s spectacular legs. 
Crissy crouched low, curving her body to stick her ass out, then wiggling 
it in Jonah’s direction.

Maggie let herself fall back onto the bed. She lifted her outstretched 
leg and draped it over Crissy’s shoulder, down the girl’s back. She left 
her other nyloned shank folded in the air, leaning outward, keeping her 
pussy open.

Crissy slinked her tongue out and, nodding her head slowly, ran the tip 
up and down on Maggie’s outer folds. She found the center groove and 
concentrated on that, pressing her tongue deeper and deeper.

When Crissy’s tongue touched the hot inner pink sponginess of Maggie’s 
cunt the woman responded with a lewd grin and a kind of laughing sound that
came from deep in her throat.

“Oh, you are good. You know how to do it to me, don’t you, you naughty 
thing?” Crissy pressed her ovaled lips in against Maggie’s cunt-mouth and 
sucked. She wriggled her tongue quickly against moist inner flesh and 
sucked again. The slurpy sound was sure to reach Jonah’s ears.

But as moments passed Crissy thought less about Jonah and more about what
she was doing. The pleasure of pussy-licking rose up from within and 
claimed her, and she gave herself over to it at least ninety percent.

She loved Maggie’s cunt. It was the cunt she wanted for herself when she 
reached that age. Robust, juicy, willing and wanting, a constant source of 
pleasure. Yeah, that was for her.

A husband? That might be nice, if she could find the right guy. It was a 
tricky business, marriage.

Braced on hands, knees and toes, Crissy forced her mouth on Maggie’s 
streaming cunt. She stuck her tongue into Maggie as far as she could make 
it go, then swirled it as broadly as the limits of Maggie’s pussy-tunnel 
would allow.

She curled the tip this way and that and pulled out with raunchy scooping
caresses, as if taking mouthful after mouthful of bubbling lotions from 
Maggie’s melting core.

“Aaagghhhh!” Maggie gurgled wantonly, fingers flexing deeply into her 
cones of tit-flesh. “Oh baby, oh baby, you’re so good! You’re making me so 
hot!”

Crissy was glad, but she was hoping it was making Jonah hot too. She 
wanted him involved, for the benefit of everyone. Alone back there, he had 
too much time to think. She decided to try something.

She slid her nyloned knees back on the carpet, pushing her sexy ass up 
into the air. Back curved downward, her pussy was untucked from its nook 
between her upper thighs. She let her garter-belted hips sway 
provocatively, and, just in case, sneaked a hand back between her legs to 
finger her pussy. She wanted to see if that didn’t tempt him into some kind
of action.

It did. A moment later, as Crissy stabbed into Maggie’s hot fuck-hole 
with a busy tongue, she felt a rush of arousal as Jonah’s broad hand 
touched the smoothness of her right asscheek.

“Mmmmmmm!” Crissy moaned happily into Maggie’s cunt.

Maggie lifted her head and saw what was going on. She propped herself up 
on both elbows.

“Get to be too much to resist, stud?” she asked.

“Way too much. Both of you.”

“Smooth talker. Let’s see you use that cock.”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” Crissy said. “Oooooh, yeah, baby, stick it in me!”

Jonah grabbed his cock and rubbed the swollen crown up and down in 
Crissy’s parted pussy-slit, teasing her with it. He kept his other hand on 
her ass to prevent her from jumping him.

“Ohhhh!” the blonde babysitter whimpered. “Let me have it! Stuff me with 
that big, sexy cock!”

“She’s a live one, isn’t she?” Jonah remarked to his wife.

“She’s shown me a few things. Give her what she wants so I can get some 
more of that wicked little tongue of hers.”

“Yeah!” Crissy seconded. Since she couldn’t move back or forward she 
swayed her ass from side to side before him, twisting her body in lewdly 
tempting fashion.

Jonah grabbed the garter belt to hold her still and with a drive of his 
hips sent his stiff prick-meat packing into her drooling pussy.

“Nnnnnnn!” she groaned in response to the sudden intensely erotic shock 
to her simmering system. “Oh God, oh, I love that prick!”

Consumed by raunchy urges, she licked Maggie’s pussy and wriggled her 
body in the same instant.

Maggie squirmed before her and lifted her fevered pussy against Crissy’s 
mouth. Jonah pulled his fat cock from her pussy and plunged in, stretching 
her out and filling her up with a mighty glow.

Pussy at one end, prick at the other, Crissy felt in over her head in 
fun. Arousal was singeing the outermost reaches of her system. Lust clawed 
at her insides. Excitement popped and crackled through her thighs and ass, 
up her pussy, out into the points of her swollen tits.

Jonah stroked her with the full length of his prick-shaft. The grate of 
his cock-ridge rubbed her pussy walls from one end to the other. The 
friction made her feel like she was catching on fire. Her fuse was lit, 
there was no mistaking that.

“Nnnnn, mmmm, nnngggg, mmmfff!” she moaned as she licked and bit at 
Maggie’s cunt. It had to be as hot as Crissy’s was. She couldn’t get enough
of it.

Jonah’s pace was quickening. But it wasn’t his excitement that he was 
feeding, it was Crissy’s. She was getting hotter and hotter on his prick 
and he was going to make her come.

Time and time again his bold prick rocked into her pussy. The flared 
cock-head kept punching at one particular spot way inside, and she could 
feel her pent-up satisfaction gathering there, anxious to be broken loose.

“Uuuggghhh, fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee!”

Jonah’s hips rushed forward, slapping up against her ass, ramming her 
body and her pussy with a terrific virile force.

“Oooohhhh!” she whimpered. “Mmmmm, uuuhhhhh!”

Her girlish cries of pleasure came closer together, the pitch climbing 
higher and higher. Whimpering, whining, crying out, she sang with sheer 
arousal.

Finally her voice caught in her throat. Her breath came in quick, panting
sounds. Her body stiffened and held as tense as could be for a long second,
then suddenly went into a whole series of spasms and shakes and 
near-convulsions.

Her voice broke free and she was crying out with erotic joy.

“Ooohhh, aaahhh, aaahhh, mmmmmmm, ooohhh!”

She hunched back hard on Jonah’s pumping prick, craving even harder 
fuck-drives, panting for even more of the terrific sensations flooding from
her innermost pussy. The throbs went right through her.

“Ohhh, ohhh Jesus, ohhhh, just beautiful, mmmmm, I love it!” she gurgled 
happily.

Her arms gave out and she dropped onto her elbows on the carpet. Jonah 
was still hard inside her, and his cock was difficult to give up, but with 
Maggie waiting she knew she had to. Crissy pulled herself from his cock and
moved aside. Ass on heels, she sat up and urged Jonah forward.

He stood beside the bed, then leaned over Maggie with his hands on the 
mattress and his feet on the floor. Her legs were folded back, feet in the 
air, and her pussy was tilted up and waiting. His cock was at a perfect 
angle and slid into her pussy-sheath like it belonged there. Which it did.

Maggie’s lips stretched into a grin and she writhed under him, groaning 
in horny fashion. Now he was giving her those long, sexy cock-slides and 
she was eating him up just like Crissy had. It wouldn’t be long for Maggie.

Briefly Crissy wondered if she should choose this moment to leave. She 
was going to have to eventually, and leave Jonah and Maggie to work out 
their problems.

“Nnnnnnnn!” Maggie groaned with a shameless leer all over her face. “I 
want a finger up my ass while you fuck me, while you fuck me with that big,
hard cock!”

She was drunk with arousal, there was no other way to put it.

And while she was looking at her husband as she spoke, Crissy knew who 
she was really talking to. Jonah was in a bad position to oblige her wishes
anyway. Crissy eagerly scampered forward on her knees, behind Jonah.

His legs were spread. She could see Maggie’s cunt lifting out with his 
cock, then being pushed in with each thrust. She saw his balls bouncing on 
her upturned crotch. She saw Maggie’s pink-lined asshole waiting to be had.

Crissy wet a forefinger in her mouth and reached between Jonah’s splayed 
legs. Maggie’s shit-hole gave easy entrance to her slick finger and she 
slid it in deep.

Maggie squealed her delight and hunched her ass wildly against this 
salacious treat. Crissy took a few long, slow pulls before giving Maggie 
the quick frigging motions experience had told her Maggie really got off 
on.

Maggie squealed again, and continued voicing her raw pleasure. Her ripe 
body twisted and writhed, her lower, nylon-clad shanks rasping up and down 
Jonah’s sides from shoulder to hip. He rammed prick up into her 
relentlessly. Experience had taught him a few things as well, Crissy could 
see.

Soon Maggie’s voice was rasping with base sounds. She could taste her 
climax about to happen, and she wanted it, wanted it bad.

Crissy did her part. She whipped her finger in and out of the tight 
pucker of Maggie’s asshole. Holding it deep, she rotated her wrist and 
stirred the tight shit-tunnel with her rigid digit. That really got to 
Maggie.

But so did Jonah’s rocking, socking cock. His ass kicked up before 
Crissy’s face and swept down faster than she would have thought possible. 
Typically, she wondered if she could make it go even faster.

Continuing to stroke Maggie’s twitching, twisting shit-chute with her 
finger, Crissy leaned closer to Jonah’s ass. She opened her mouth and, when
his ass rose toward her, she bit softly into a smooth, hard-muscled cheek.

“Yeow!” Jonah whooped in surprise. There was no pain involved. At the 
same time he bolted forward, punching Maggie’s cunt with a force that made 
her groan with a deep, deep pleasure.

As Jonah’s ass kept coming back up, Crissy kept on snapping at it with 
her teeth. And her lips. And flicking into the crack with her tongue. Once 
Jonah lingered against her, whisking his ass from side to side on her face,
and she had time to lick and bite him she got him on the inner curve of a 
cheek.

His tempo did increase. Crissy’s caresses were too good and he felt the 
need to stay away from them, for Maggie’s sake.

The sumptuous redhead was almost coming. Bent practically double under 
Jonah, taking the double penetration of cock and finger, she was constantly
whimpering, whining, writhing and hunching, feverish for more.

Suddenly Maggie’s ass flexed hard against Crissy’s embedded finger. It 
was like a trigger had been pulled inside the woman. And from the high 
pitched cries, Crissy knew what had been set off.

Completion surged through Maggie with charge after charge of stampeding 
sensations. Her insides were wracked with more pleasure than she knew what 
to do with. For a few seconds there, she almost passed right out.

“Oooooh, ooooh, ooooh,” she cooed in a continually strengthening voice as
the erotic fury passed and contentment began to settle in. It had been 
gushed out of her core in its molten state. Now it was turning into hot 
tingles all over her body, all through her system.

Jonah bent his arms and lowered his mouth onto hers. She wrapped arms and
legs around him in a possessive sort of way. It showed how much she wanted 
him, deep down.

Crissy slipped her finger from Maggie’s calming body and wondered if now 
was the time. She hated the thought of leaving, but there would come a 
point when she would only be in the way. But not yet. Please, not yet.

She bent forward again and gave Jonah a soft kiss on each asscheek. He 
stirred. She flicked her tongue against the balled-up crescents of his ass.

Jonah pushed himself up and off of his wife.

He stood up straight before her, in front of Crissy, who continued to 
tantalize his ass with love bites. She also slid a hand up between his legs
and out onto his still-hard prick. From behind, she curled her fist about 
it and stroked forward and back.

He turned, breaking both contacts. He took Crissy by the shoulders and 
drew her to her feet. He took her by the waist and effortlessly tossed her 
onto the bed. She landed with a shriek and a few bounces next to Maggie, 
who had slid herself farther over on it.

Jonah came onto the bed on his knees, then settled his ass back on his 
heels. His eyes ran over the two females lying curled up before him. He ran
a light hand over his cock-meat, stoking his fires.

“Anybody mind telling me whose idea this was?” he said finally.

“Does it matter?” Crissy asked.

“It might.”

“It was Maggie’s,” Crissy answered.

“When did it pop up?”

“Yesterday. Why?”

“I’d just like to know where I stand with you two crafty vixens. I get 
the feeling there’s something going on here that I’m missing.”

“Well, there is one thing,” Crissy allowed.

“Yes?”

“The truth is, Maggie and I are more familiar than I’ve let on. We’ve 
been fucking as long as you and I have.”

“I see.”

“And she’s known about us. Actually, she gave me permission to try to 
seduce you.”

“Oh?”

“It seemed only fair,” Maggie said. “And besides, as long as we were 
sharing Crissy, well, we could both have some fun without giving each other
up.”

“Or giving up on each other,” he added.

“And as it turns out,” Maggie went on, “she’s not only keeping us 
together, she’s making us closer than we have been for—”

“For too long,” he finished for her. He came forward onto hands and knees
and kissed Maggie tenderly on the mouth. “I like it.”

“Me too,” she replied, and kissed him. “Well,” Crissy murmured, “I think 
it’s about time for me to make a discreet exit.”

“Should we let her go so soon?” Jonah asked.

“Not without showing our appreciation,” Maggie replied.

Together they looked toward Crissy.

“Exit nothing,” Jonah said. “We’re not done with you just yet.”

CHAPTER TEN

Crissy’s eyes lit up when she heard what Jonah had just said. “You mean 
it?”

Jonah backed off to sit on his heels. “Sure. We can’t let you just walk 
away. It wouldn’t be right.”

“You too, Maggie?”

“Sure, kid. You’ve been a real blessing for us.”

They were being so sweet, Crissy had to kiss them both. And she did, 
starting with Maggie. She kissed Jonah twice, and then went all the way 
down to peck the end of his erection.

“Careful now,” Jonah warned easily, “you’ll make Maggie jealous.”

“You two can do what you please,” Maggie said. “With all my good wishes.”

“I like the sound of that,” Crissy responded, continuing to gaze upon 
Jonah’s unrelenting hard-on.

Jonah didn’t say anything more. He lay down on his back in front of 
Crissy, his cock angling back over his belly before her flushing face. It 
gave her a few ideas.

Crissy swung around and straddled Jonah’s head. She eased her spread 
pussy down to his mouth and bent low over his body. Crouching on all fours,
she nuzzled at the sides of his throbbing prick with her Ups.

She felt his hands spread out on her asscheeks and begin to knead the 
packed flesh of the warm buns. His breath was steamy against her crotch, 
and his tongue soft and warm on the outer folds of her cunt.

Crissy looked beyond his prick to Maggie. The woman was lounging on her 
side, watching with an approving look. She hadn’t been kidding. There was 
no jealousy in her, at least as far as Crissy was concerned.

Crissy supposed that she had earned a special place in their hearts. They
certainly had a special place in hers. She couldn’t imagine things working 
out better than they were.

Crissy let her head bob up and she wrapped her lips around the crown of 
Jonah’s prick. Pressing inward with her hot mouth, she slid down on the 
pulsing fuck-shaft. Her cheeks hollowed out and her head lifted, and the 
rhythm was established.

Jonah moved his fingertips from her smooth asscheeks to the edges of her 
juicy pussy and pulled the swollen folds aside. Her fuck-slit opened, 
revealing her inner cunt, her clit, everything.

He used his tongue on her, on the outer ridges, into the slit, inside. 
Everywhere. Nothing was off-limits. She had no secrets.

Crissy glided her clingy mouth up and down Jonah’s prick with thorough 
enjoyment. She loved his cock, every inch and texture of it. She moved her 
head from side to side to please it farther with simple movement. She 
tickled his balls with gentle fingertips.

The tip of his tongue was making stimulating circles around the spike of 
her stiff clit. The heat of excitement bore into her deep, making her pussy
burn and run with fuck-lust.

Her head came off of his prick and her ball-cuddling hand jacked up and 
down on it.

“With my pussy like it is and your cock the way it is, I’ve gotta have 
you inside me,” she purred.

“Turn around and climb on, beautiful,” he answered. “You’re calling the 
shots.”

Crissy gave a wriggle of excitement and anticipation, kissed the tip of 
his prick with a juicy smack, and impatiently swung around to straddle 
Jonah’s hips. Erect on her knees, she reached underneath and tilted the tip
of his prick up to meet her spread pussy.

She lowered, felt the luscious spread of her flesh as the flared 
cock-head was forced inside, deeper, all the way in. His hard fuck-meat 
filled her like a glow. She squirmed down on him, grinding her clit on the 
hardness under his patch of cock-hair.

“That’s what I like!” she said sighingly. “To be stuffed with hard cock 
and ready to fuck my heart out!”

Jonah chuckled. “Have your fun. Break a big one. Come till it hurts.”

“What about you?”

“I’ll watch.”

“You’re easy to please. Saving that hard-on for somebody I know?”

“He’s just showing off,” Maggie said. “Go ahead and have some fun, cutie.
Worry about him later, if you’re gonna worry at all.”

“Well,” Crissy said, “I was going to try to polish off that hard-on, but 
if you two want to see me polished off instead…” Open hands planted on 
Jonah’s chest, Crissy flexed her folded legs and rocked into motion. She 
slid her pussy-sheath up and down on his prick, starting with short 
strokes, then lengthening them more and more until she was silkily scraping
over his cock from tip to base.

She was answering her own needs, fulfilling herself. Jonah was something 
to use toward that end. For that was his pleasure.

Stud. He probably was just showing off. Wowing the ladies with how much 
fucking he could take without blowing his wad, how long his prick could 
last against constant stimulation.

But what the hell? It was hard to hold it against him. He was having a 
nice time, and so were they, and it was all in fun anyway.

Really starting to enjoy herself, Crissy lifted her knees and planted 
both feet, on her toes, under herself. Squatting, she leaned back on 
straight arms. Asscheeks brushing over his thighs, she rocked to and fro on
his now downangled prick.

Jonah grinned with unrestrained enjoyment. “You’re really gonna ride me, 
aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” she enthused, “I’m gonna have a really good fuck.”

His head up on pillows, Jonah looked down his body and watched as her 
pussy slid forward and back on his hard-on, taking it in, letting it out, 
time after time. Crissy looked down between her thighs and watched as well.
It was sexy, after all. Almost as good as doing it.

Maggie snapped out of her languor at this point. She rolled onto her 
hands and knees and crawled toward the fucking couple. Like them, her eyes 
went to where their fuck-organs were juicily joined, and she watched from 
above for a moment.

Then her head went down. She kissed the base of Jonah’s prick. When 
Crissy slid back to the tip, the redhead kissed farther up on the pussy-wet
cock-shaft. She allowed Crissy a forward stroke, then kissed the cock 
again, higher up still.

From there her smooching mouth went to Crissy’s soft-haired cunt-mound. 
She kissed through the patch and on to the babysitter’s tummy, and 
continued up the slender body as it worked on with easy, to-and-fro 
motions.

Crissy watched with delight as the older woman’s mouth came to her tits. 
She chilled hotly when Maggie’s tongue dipped out and started tracing 
circles around and over the perky charms of Crissy’s tits.

Crissy’s head tipped back and she shook it, as if to remove cobwebs from 
her dizzy mind. That cock in her pussy, that sensuous, knowing mouth, the 
presence of her two most favorite people, were all making her a little 
woozy with pleasure, like being carried away to breathtaking heights by a 
magic carpet.

“You’re so good to me!” she sighed.

Maggie closed her soft lips on an extended nipple and sucked. She bit 
down with her teeth and pulled, then sucked again when the fleshy stump 
snapped back into place. Then she went for the other one. Both nipples were
up and stinging. Now they burned.

Crissy’s clit was working up a pretty good itch itself. Crissy pushed 
herself forward, seeking a better position with which to scratch it. Maggie
ducked out of the way and the passionate babysitter ground her clit down 
avidly against Jonah’s pubic bone.

Rocking her hips from side to side, she felt his bloated cock-head move 
stirringly within her cunt. The tight walls of her pussy felt sexy contact 
as well, and that improved when she tried rotating her hips. There was more
than one way to ride a prick.

On hands and knees, Maggie leaned forward again, this time behind Crissy.
She kissed the girl between the shoulder blades, and inch by inch proceeded
to kiss her way down Crissy’s spine.

Crissy leaned farther forward to make things easier for Maggie and sexier
for herself. The cap of her clit touched the base of Jonah’s big cock and 
as she rocked and ground her hips against him erotic sparks chased through 
her body.

Maggie detoured from Crissy’s backbone to wash her tongue over the 
blonde’s ass-dimples.

She flicked her tongue outward, working down over each rounded asscheek. 
Then she moved to the crack, and flirted her tongue into that.

Crissy giggled with girlish glee, bending farther forward, offering more 
of her ass to Maggie’s wicked mouth.

“A girl doesn’t stand a chance with a pair like you,” she remarked.

“We are what you’ve made,” Jonah said. “Oh no, you’re not pinning it all 
on me. I was just the spark. You’re the lecherous ones.”

“Some spark. It’s a wonder you haven’t set the whole neighborhood on fire
by now.”

“Give me a minute. I’m new at this.”

“You look new, but you don’t act new.”

“Thank you.”

Jonah shook his head. “Poor neighborhood. It doesn’t have a chance with 
you on the loose.”

“The neighborhood can wait. I’m not done with you yet. And I don’t think 
you’re done with me.”

“I know I’m not,” Maggie murmured, wiping into Crissy’s ass-crack with 
her fully extended tongue.

Wanting more of that, Crissy lowered her body onto Jonah’s. Digging in 
his heels, he lifted her six or so inches, then took hold of her asscheeks 
to hold her in place. He lowered his hips, sliding his prick out of her 
clinging cunt.

His real purpose seemed to be to help Maggie out. By lifting the girl’s 
ass and holding it there he made it more accessible to Maggie.

The redhead took advantage right away. Tongue fully extended, she whisked
the tip into the deepest part of the crack and wagged it back and forth on 
Crissy’s tender shit-hole.

Crissy groaned in response to the sensuous contact, and to the 
deep-reaching cock that was driving in and out of her inflamed pussy.

“Ohhhh, you guys are such a turn-on!” she enthused. “You’re making me 
crazy!”

She writhed on top of Jonah, moving her body against his as if every inch
of her was hungry for physical contact. Which was exactly how it was.

Maggie devilishly whipped Crissy’s asshole with her tongue. She flicked 
at the pink hole, stabbed into it, held her tongue inside it and wriggled 
the wet probe without mercy. Crissy squealed with pleasure and passion. Her
hot ass fought against Jonah’s hands. She wanted to fuck.

Finally Jonah let her loose. The horny babysitter rammed herself down on 
Jonah’s upright prick-meat with a vengeance. She rocked from side to side, 
lurched up to the flared end and swept back down again.

Maggie took her face from Crissy’s ass, leaving the girl to work off some
steam. She shifted her attention to her husband’s body, to his balls.

Maggie stretched out stomach-down across the bed. She pillowed a cheek on
Jonah’s thighs, her face up close to his sac of balls and Crissy’s bouncing
ass. She swept her tongue out and brushed it over the underside of his 
ball-bag.

Jonah’s groaning voice mingled with Crissy’s soft but heartfelt panting, 
cooing sounds. Maggie gave a soft giggle of delight, as caught up in the 
fun as they were. Besides that, she just felt good. She had her husband 
back, after all, and a new playmate for them both to boot. Everything was 
right with the world, crazy as it might have been.

Maggie continued licking across her husband’s balls. Shifting her head 
forward, she kissed at them with warm, loving lips. Then she went closer 
still, and slurped his meaty balls into her mouth. She held them, sucking, 
with Crissy’s asscheeks touching her exposed cheek.

Crissy gripped Jonah’s shoulders and pushed herself up on straight arms. 
She tossed her head and squealed with unabashed pleasure, bouncing and 
twisting and turning on his wonderful prick.

“Oh, good cock! Such good cock! I love fucking it like you can’t 
believe!”

“I can believe it,” Jonah replied in a slightly strained voice, “watching
you… “

“You like watching me?”

“Especially now.”

She dropped forward and went still enough long enough to give him an 
appropriate kiss. He gave her his tongue, but that only thrilled her into 
action again.

Hornier than ever, a fresh impulse seized Crissy. She sat upright on 
Jonah’s cock and turned. She swung a leg over his body, continued turning, 
winding her way around to face away from him.

Seeing what was happening, Maggie made adjustments. She wedged herself 
between Jonah’s legs, stomach down, and positioned herself face to pussy 
with Crissy, face to cock and balls with Jonah. Head up, she concentrated 
on pussy, clit especially.

With her knees in the air and feet under her, leaning back on straight 
arms, Crissy slid back and forth over Jonah. The round smoothnesses of her 
ass whisked over his belly as the slick tightness of her cunt scraped his 
cock. And every time she sank to the hilt on his prick, Maggie’s tongue tip
would flutter wildly over and around her exposed clit.

“Oh God!” Crissy gasped, her body beginning to twitch uncontrollably. “I 
can’t take much more! I’m gonna come, you guys!”

Jonah dug in his heels and started thrusting up into her clasping cunt.

“Come, baby, come all over my cock,” he groaned. He had his hands on her 
hips and was holding her in place as he rammed deep time and time again.

At the same time, Maggie was able to lick continuously at the girl’s 
puffed up clit. She used her lips on the tender, pink clit-bud as well, 
sucking and squeezing the little thing to death.

Crissy’s legs flexed and her ass gave a sudden kick and the hard, quick 
pulses of orgasm burst into life inside her craving body. The fantastic 
feelings of release gushed into her parched system and overwhelmed her with
their potent pleasure.

Her brain fogged over, but her body continued to move, lurching forward 
and drawing back to take more of those deliciously stimulating 
cock-strokes. Maggie’s mouth pulled at her clit, licked over and around it,
driving her into another frenzy of pleasure. The wind fairly knocked out of
her, Crissy dropped limply onto Jonah’s body. She squirmed well down on his
prick-shaft and held it deep inside her cunt. Maggie’s tongue lingered on 
her calming clit, soothing now instead of stimulating.

“I’m gonna miss you two so much,” Crissy said lamentingly.

Jonah wrapped his arms around her.

“You and I can sneak around,” he teased. Maggie moved up on all fours 
over the two of them. She bit softly at one of Crissy’s tits.

“I was just going to say we could sneak around,” she said.

“You’ve spoiled me now,” Crissy said. “It’s threesomes or nothing for 
me.”

“Think we can work something out, honey?” Maggie asked her husband.

“Now that you mention it… “

“You wouldn’t kid me, would you?” Crissy said. “We can go on seeing each 
other?”

“Sure, kid. But not as often as we have been, I don’t think. A problem of
too little time.”

“I don’t mind. As long as we keep in touch.” A get-together every week or
two would be fine, she thought. Meanwhile, if she got hard up, well, she 
was sure she could think of something.

Shannon, for instance. The woman intrigued her. Rather, the woman’s 
marital problems did. Crissy had helped Maggie and Jonah, maybe she could 
do the same for Shannon and her husband.

It didn’t matter that Shannon didn’t have kids. Crissy had already made 
her acquaintance. She wouldn’t need the babysitting cover story to get 
through the door.

Thinking about that got Crissy wondering about other couples who did have
kids, who she sat for from time to time. What kind of shape were their 
marriages in? What would they say to a taste of something new? Or to her 
particular brand of marital aid?

Crissy tingled just thinking about it. But did she have the nerve? Did 
she have what it would take?

She thought back. It seemed like a long time ago, but it was only a 
matter of weeks since she had lain in this bed in her running shoes, 
fantasizing about seducing Jonah Wilson. At the time it had seemed 
outrageous and hopeless and never to be. But it had happened.

Oh, how it had happened.

Obviously she had sex appeal. Maggie coming on to her from out of the 
blue had proven that. And now she had experience as well. And boy, was she 
willing.

A triple threat.

What was it Jonah had said? The neighborhood wouldn’t have a chance with 
her on the loose?

Crissy smiled to herself.

He was absolutely right.


THE END
