Babysitting for Married Men 1

I had just turned 18 when Candice had to go out of town to visit her mother, who I guess was needing to move to a more suitable home. Matt hired me that Friday night so he could go to his boss’s retirement dinner.

I had found a movie in their collection, just a plain old R rated movie, and was watching it when Matt came back. I was surprised at how early he was, but I guess retirement dinners are not that exciting. Mr. Riker said it was OK if I wanted to finish the movie. He went off to the kitchen, got two sodas and sat down beside me to watch, too.

The movie rolled on to a point where the lead couple were getting pretty hot and heading off to her bedroom. Next thing they were in bed making out like crazy. I was already getting wet when his head disappeared under the covers and she started to react. I was actually pretty embarrassed being alone in the room with Mr. Riker. I looked over at him and our eyes met.

I always dressed nice when I went to their house. They usually dressed for a party or nice dinner and I felt out of place showing up in cutoffs. That night I had a mid-thigh red skirt and white angora sweater on. I didn’t have stockings on because, well, there are limits when you are taking care of children.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. I don’t know what was coming over me. But it wasn’t long before his hand rested on my knee and I could feel electricity over my whole body. I put my hand over his to push it away, but then I didn’t. I let him stroke the exposed part of my leg. Pretty soon we were kissing and his hands were all over my breasts.

“What about Mrs. Riker?”

“It’s OK. She doesn’t have to know.”

I was shocked because they seemed like such a loving couple, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight either. I let Matt take push my sweater up and unhook my bra. I was already a 33B by then, and I have to admit, my titties were really nice compared to the other girls in my gym class. Soon he was licking my nipples and kissing and sucking them after that. Oh what that does to a girl.

I felt his hand on my leg again and now he slid it up, up, up under my skirt and over my tummy. I let him rub me over my pubic bone and then over my lips. I was breathing so hard it was starting to be more like moans. I didn’t stop him when his hand slid through the leg opening and it felt so very very nice when his bare hand was carressing my pussy. I was wet and aroused and the aroma of my sex enveloped us. It didn’t seem important when he slid my panties off altogether and soon two fingers were sliding along the wet tissues between the lips and rubbing that special spot. Then the fingers were inside me pressing on the hard place that forms near my opening. Soon I was shuddering and moaning as spasms rocked my abdomen.

At this point I hadn’t allowed anything that I hadn’t permitted to happen before, well except for taking my panties off. Ricky had already been reaching through my waistband and putting a finger inside me and letting me rub his cock ’til he came in his drawers. Such are the milestones in a young girl’s life.

I was sure Matt would be willing to stop too. Still, I told him, “I don’t go all the way Mr. Riker.”

“It’s OK,” he said. “It’s OK. It’s Matt, honey.”

I didn’t let boys see my pussy either, well, except for the time years ago when I let Bobby watch me take a pee in the woods, but now Matt was kissing my ankle and my calf and I knew he could see me. I tried to push my skirt down but then he had my leg up in the air and I was exposed again.

“You are so beautiful, Emily. You shouldn’t be shy about your body.”

Then an incredible thing happened. He was kissing the inside of my thigh closer and closer to my sex. I knew this is what the girl in the movie was having. When his lips touched my pussy, I moaned again and this was just the beginning. He licked my lips; he licked the crack between my leg and my lips; his tongue licked between my lips and I was already having an orgasm. His tongue reached the place near my opening and I cried out. My legs involuntarily just opened up as wide as they could as he plunged his face and tongue deep inside me.

“Oh god, Oh god, Oh god.”

I couldn’t control my hips as I pushed myself up to meet him.

Then it was his fingers that again were inside me not letting my orgasm stop. I had never ever experienced anything like this. It grew even stronger as he again sucked on my tit and then his hot mouth, tasting of my sex was kissing me even as I continued to rock.

I hadn’t even heard him unzip when I felt his cock touch my pussy. He waited to see if I would say anything and I said,

“No, No, No.”

So he simply laid his cock along the length of my crack and started rubbing it up and back. That felt good and I could have done that forever. A few moments later he pulled his hips back and again his cock was at my opening. This time I didn’t stop him; I couldn’t stop him. He plunged deep inside me. Pain shot through me but didn’t stop my orgasms. I was wonderful having him stroking in and out of me. So big a thing inside me but so good.

All of a sudden, he pulled himself out of me and I felt his cum landing on my tummy and on my legs.

My skirt was a mess with cum and my juices, and his leather sofa had blood on it, but I was so happy this had happened. He held me and kissed me and gently carressed my breasts.

Then he got up and pulled out a drawer. Behind it he had hidden an unopened box of condoms.

“I’ve kept these around thinking someday I would need them.”

It was only 9:00 by then and I wasn’t expected home ’til 11:00. We both went into their bedroom and got properly undressed. I stood there in front of him, totally naked, totally a woman.

We made love two more times that night and many times after that.

I hid my skirt in the bottom of my closet for three weeks before I could wash it. The next Monday I went to the nurse’s office and picked up a few condoms. Next time was with Ricky I told him to take off my panties and let him see me while he fingered me. I told him I wanted to see him, too, and took his pants and drawers down.

After we played for a while I gasped “Oh Ricky, Ricky, I want you to be the first. … Right now!”

He asked if we wouldn’t get blood on the sofa, but I told him that I had broken myself masturbating. “There’s condoms in my purse.” I put a condom on him and we awkwardly made sex.

I don’t think Candice ever found out. Matt taught me a lot about what to expect from a man and how to please him. Ricky was nowhere near as good as Matt but he got better as the weeks went by.

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