Most Popular Babysitter in the Neighbourhood: Part 2

Following Mama's Directions
photo: Viv Thomas


With his cock thrust deep inside Carrie, Brad grasped her hips and held her to him. Cock pulsing, trembling, his seed poured into her. Rope after rope of cum coating her womb. The thought of breeding her made him cum harder than usual.

I’ll never get enough of this girl. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing that sensitive spot just below her ear. This will be fun.

Front door closed. Footsteps walked across the floor. High heels carried the new arrival to the basement door and down the stairs. There was no question who it was.

Panicked, Carrie’s fingernails dug into Brad’s shoulders as the lovers tracked the clacking of the heels across the ceiling. Still buried hilt deep in his young paramour, Brad put a finger to her lips and winked at her. He didn’t look as worried as she thought he should.

“What if it’s Mrs. Knightley?” Carrie’s anxious whisper blew into Brad’s ear. “What are we going to do?”

“Oh, Carrie, love. Trust me.” Brad claimed her lips in a sweet kiss. “Everything will be fine. Promise.”

“Carrie, you down here? I have a cab out front waiting to take you home.” The sultry voice giggled as Brad’s wife walked into the rec room. “I thought I’d surprise Brad when he returns tonight.”

Cynthia Knightley, fresh off the last-minute flight change she never mentioned to her husband, stood with her mouth open and tears shining in her eyes.

Her gaze shifted to her husband’s, an accusatory tone in her voice as she stomped one foot in frustration.

“You promised I could have a go, first, Brad.”

Carrie looked from husband to wife. Mouth agape, she replayed Mrs. Knightley’s words through her mind.

“First?” Confused, she looked at Brad for clarification, her eyes narrowing at the sexy smirk on his face. “Brad?”

Brad Knightley cocked his head at his wife, turning his magical sexy smirk on her. She shook her head, staring at the floor.

“No. No. Brad, don’t smile like that. Stop it.” By the time her words faded off, she was smiling at him and taking his outstretched hand as she moved closer to the lovers. “Was she as perfect as we thought she’d be, darling?”

Cynthia’s fingers brushed the hair from Carrie’s face. Tenderness and desire shone in her amber depths, warming the younger woman from the inside out. Carrie squirmed under the scrutiny. Brad wrapped his arms around her and groaned as her pussy clenched around his stiffening cock.

“Oh Cynthia, she is perfect. Better than we’d hoped.”

Cynthia looked at her husband, excitement lighting up her face. She licked her lips, catching the bottom one between her teeth. Head tipped to one side, Cynthia blushed and cupped Carrie’s cheek, one thumb caressing her cheek.

“You’re beautiful, my girl. Do you know how desirable you are?” Thumb running across Carrie’s lips, Cynthia felt the girl tremble. “Is this okay, darling girl?”

Carrie didn’t know what to think. She’d always thought Mrs. Knightley was unapproachable and distant. Never saw what attracted Brad to her. Until now.

Is this okay? I’m not sure. The girl swallowed the uncertainty bubbling up her throat. I should say no. What would Grandmother say? A pleasant tingling in her belly spread to her pussy, making her inner walls flutter around Brad’s cock. She’d tell me it was immoral to lie with another woman.

Carrie looked up into Cynthia’s hopeful, lustful eyes.

“Yes, it’s okay.” Carrie’s whisper made the older woman tear up and mouth ‘thank you, darling’ before pulling the girl’s lip from her teeth with a sweep of her tongue.

“So sweet, darling girl.” Eyes wide, Carrie gasped and Cynthia claimed her lips. Both women’s eyes fluttered closed. They moaned into each other’s mouths. Carrie squirmed as a desire she’d not expected flooded through her.

“Bloody fucking hell.” Brad, forgotten in the ladies’ kiss, dropped his head back and tightened his fingers on Carrie’s hips. She wiggled down on his cock, burying him deeper inside her. Her arms snaked around his wife’s neck as his wife palmed the pert, young tits before her.

Finger and thumb rolled a hard nipple. A pinch and a twist of that nipple rolled Carrie’s hips. Brad’s cock thickened inside her. He thrust up into her no-longer-virginal cunt.

Cynthia deepened their kiss, kicking off her shoes and divesting herself of her travelling clothes, leaving a pile of cotton and lycra at her feet.

Carrie bounced on Brad’s cock, his hands lifting her and ramming her down as his erection grew.

“Fuck, Carrie. I’m going to fill you again, baby girl. So. Fucking. Good.” Carrie tore her mouth from her new lover, dropping her head back and keening with each stroke.

Not to be left out, Cynthia dropped her mouth to pull a nipple between her teeth. She sucked and nibbled it as her hands roamed all over the young woman’s body. Dropping to her knees, she licked her husband’s length as he drove himself in and out of Carrie’s tight little pussy.

Rigid and hot, Cynthia ran her tongue ran up the hot, wet slit, from the cock pounding into it to the clit begging to be sucked and chewed. Which she did. Eagerly.

“Oh. Oh. Yesss!” Carrie grabbed Cynthia’s ponytail, rocking her hips to press her clit into her mouth.

Cynthia licked, sucked and nibbled the babysitter’s engorged button, one hand stroking her husband’s cock as it plunged in and out of the pussy she was eating. The other hand was three fingers deep in her cunt, her juices squishing as she pounded herself to a monstrous orgasm.

“Cum, baby girl.” Brad chanted as he hurtled towards his release. “Cum for us, Carrie. Cream all over my cock. Squirt into my wife’s mouth.”

His words drove the women on to their climax. Carrie’s hips ground into him. Hard. Furious. She screamed as her cunt pulsed and clenched around his cock, sending a stream of cum into his wife’s greedy little mouth.

Cynthia’s hips bucked as she exploded onto her fingers, swallowing the sweet nectar filling her mouth along with her cries of pleasure.

The three lovers collapsed into a heap on the recliner. Chests heaving. Breath heavy. Smiles glowing.

Brad brushed the hair from his women’s faces, leaning up to kiss them each on the forehead.

“My girls.” Tenderness in his eyes, he stroked their faces. “Fuck, you two are amazing.” Cynthia kissed the hand Brad held to her cheek. Sated, she smiled at him and glanced at Carrie, cuddled into his shoulder.

“Darling girl, you were the sweetest treat I could’ve asked for when I got home tonight.” She turned her head and kissed the younger woman’s naked hip. “Text your parents and let them know we need you to stay the night, yeah?”

Startled, Carrie bit her lip. “You want me to stay?”

“Oh, darling girl.” Cynthia leaned up, her drenched pussy dragging along her husband’s thigh. “We’re so not done with you yet. Text them. Then we can go to bed.”

Cynthia got up, pulling Carrie along with her. Arms wrapped around her new lover, Cynthia squeezed her ass, pressing a kiss to her mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered against Carrie’s swollen lips, “for the gift of you. Delicious.” Cynthia licked the girl’s lips, gasping as Brad’s hands slipped into each of their pussies. “We best get those texts sent, love. He’s getting impatient for more.”

Over sensitive and swollen, Brad brought them both to a shuddering climax. Arms still around one another, the women held each other up as their arousal flooded his fingers. He pulled them free, dripping with their essence, and put them in the other’s mouths.

“Here you go… how does she taste, Carrie?” She groaned as she greedily licked his fingers of Cynthia’s juices. “You can have more once you tell your parents you’re staying.” She nodded eagerly, typing a message to her mother.

His wife finished savouring the sweet nectar he offered and grabbed her phone. “Yes, darling girl, I can’t wait to bury my face in your cunt again.”




After checking on the kids, Cynthia sauntered into the bedroom to find Carrie cuddling Brad on the bed, gentle fingers stroking his cock as they waited for her.

“Naughty boy. You’re hogging her.” She pulled the babysitter off her husband. “Carrie, what do you need, darling girl?”

Eyes wide, the girl shook her head, blushing and mumbling. The Knightleys shared a look.

“She’s perfect, Brad.” Cynthia’s wondrous whisper and soft caresses along the young, lush curves before her left a shiver behind. “You can tell us, darling girl. Anything.”

“I’ve… well… I’ve always wondered what you would taste like.” She shrugged, as if she expected a rejection.

Carrie’s eyes snapped to Cynthia’s face at the other woman’s gasp of delight. She swallowed hard. Emboldened, the babysitter cupped the breasts bobbing in front of her with both hands and squeezed.

“Oh, yes, darling girl, yes.” Cynthia trembled under the anticipation of what this beautiful girl would reduce her to. “Please. Touch me. Tease me. Taste me.”

Thighs squeezing together, seeking relief, Cynthia pressed a bruising kiss to Carrie’s mouth before laying back on the bed.

“I am yours, darling girl. Do what you will to me.”

Not to be outdone, Brad laid beside his wife, head propped in one hand, the other twisting her nipple. He watched the young woman’s eyes roam over his wife’s luscious curves. She reached a hand out to stroke her foot, trailing her fingers up her calf and along her thigh, then moving to the other foot for a repeat performance.

Cynthia couldn’t keep still. Her hips bucked up to meet the hand teasing her pussy. Her head moved side to side as she mewled like a kitten. Eyes on her young explorer, she licked her lips. Waited impatiently to be on the receiving end of her lover’s tender ministrations.

Uncertain, the young woman looked up at her experienced lovers. They smiled, encouraging her to continue. Brad told her, “Touch her as you’d touch yourself, baby girl. As you did when you didn’t know I was watching and listening.” He grinned, knowing what this would do to his wife. “When you called my name.”

“Oh fuck, sorry I missed that.” Cynthia swallowed, imagining Carrie touching herself until she was screaming Brad’s name. “Yes, darling girl. Touch me like that.” Carrie didn’t disappoint.

Emboldened, Carrie laid her body atop Cynthia’s, pussy to pussy. Hip to hip. Breast to breast. Mouth to mouth. Leaning up, she smoothed the hair from her face and fisted it, pulling their lips together. Mouths a hair apart, the babysitter studied her employer’s face.

“I thought you didn’t like me. I was uncomfortable around you, but I always craved your touch and approval.”

“Good girl.” The words were barely out of Cynthia’s mouth when Carrie crashed their lips together with a growl, her pussy grinding into the other woman’s. Wet, the squelching of their combined arousal filled the room.

“Good girl,” Brad purred, rubbing Carrie’s ass in circles. “Take her. Make her yours. She wants it. Needs it. Craves it.”

“I do. Oh fuck, I do, darling girl.” Carrie’s kisses intensified. She moved her mouth across Cynthia’s jaw, down her neck, and to the sensitive spot under her ear. Sensuous nibble pulled the flesh into her mouth. She sucked on it, leaving a hickey to remember her by. The older woman threw her head back, hips up, and cried out in ecstasy.

Carrie pounced on the glorious tit thrown into her face. Nipping and tugging on the nipple, groaning with the cries of pleasure from her new lover.

Hands in Carrie’s hair, Cynthia pulled her close, thrusting their pussies together, the movement driving their desire higher and higher.

Carrie pulled off her lover’s nipple with a pop, kissing her way down her belly to the cleft of her thighs. She swirled her tongue around her mound, the soft peach-fuzz tickling her as she parted the slick lips and dipped her tongue in for her first taste of pussy.

She pulled the throbbing clit into her mouth, sucking it like a candy. It pulsed in her mouth. Quivered. Engorged. Until it let go and a gush of liquid landed on her chin.

“Oh!” She grinned and licked her lips, turning her attention to licking the cunt in front of her from slit to clit. Over and over again. Cynthia couldn’t take it anymore. She snaked a hand down to circle her clit while her pussy got eaten. Voraciously.

“Oh, fuck this.” Brad moved to lie under Carrie, her dripping pussy over his face, and pulled her down by the hips. His muffled exclamations of delight and groans of satisfaction were clear.

“This, darling girl. THIS is what we’ve wanted, Brad and I.” Their eyes met. Carrie nodded, tongue buried in Cynthia’s slit. Eyes hooded by desire, she pushed two fingers into Cynthia’s cunt as she pressed her pussy into Brad’s face.

“Curl them up, darling girl. Curl them… oh!” Hips flying upward, Cynthia screamed her orgasm, thankful her children slept like logs. She collapsed onto the mattress like an octopus thrown on the beach. Staring up through hooded eyes, Cynthia watched her young lover drop her head as her climax overtook her.

Brad moved to his knees, growling as he fisted his cock, making quick work of painting his lovers with his seed.

The bedroom door opened. Brad’s best friend stood, mouth agape, as his buddy’s cum coated the sated, glossy-eyed women under him. Brad regretted giving him a spare key.

“Fuck, dude, you could have waited until I got here.” He palmed his hard cock through his grey sweatpants. “I love your wife’s pussy as much as you do, but that tasty young morsel looks delicious, too.” His eyes, glowing with excitement, met his friend’s. “The guys would love to meet her.”

All three looked at Carrie, who bit her lip, wondering what meeting the guys would entail. She nodded and shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”