We Put the Baby in Sitter 3 (3 page)

It took a few tries to get the phone swiped on and the myFace app open, due to Charlotte’s tantalizing distraction, but I finally managed it.  I called up Kevin in the app, then pointed the phone down at Charlotte.  I moved the phone to the side, so that he’d get a shot of her little pink tongue as it darted out, fluttering against my tit like a hummingbird.

I heard Kevin’s stifled moan over the phone as he watched Charlotte lick up the trickling milk.  The twin sensation of the rolling and pinching of one nipple, plus the sucking and licking of the other, drove me wild.  My hips bucked uncontrollably, and I could barely keep the phone steady.

“Oh yeah... oh, that’s it... lick those tits, Charlotte.  Lick me... mmm... oh God, that’s good... now suck me...”

Charlotte latched on to my breast, her small mouth suctioned tight around my nipple.  She sucked gently, massaging her tongue against my nipple as she drank the breast milk I had to give.  She still thumbed and stroked my other nipple, while the other hand wandered, drifting slowly lower, caressing my skin as it went.  At last she reached my mound, cupping it, one finger tracing back and forth over my slit.

“Oh, Kevin, she’s gotten so good at this.”  I moaned, leaning back. “God, that’s good...”

“She definitely has,” he murmured.

I could hear Kevin’s shallow breathing through the phone, and I wondered if he was stroking himself under a towel, as I had earlier.  That only fueled my passion.  Having my little babysitter naked before me, licking my tits, sucking down my breast milk...it was all the more erotic, knowing we were being watched.

Charlotte’s tongue swiped back and forth over my nipple between swallows, pushing me closer toward the edge.  Her fingers found my folds, slipping between them and stroking my soaking slit.

She popped off and murmured, “You’re so wet, I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”

“Oh God...” I sighed, shuddering with desire. “Please...do it.”

I leaned back, spreading my legs wide as Charlotte knelt before me, ready to adore my pussy.  She used her fingers to spread my swollen lips wide, tracing her tongue up and down my wet slit.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Marissa.  The only thing missing is Kevin’s cum dripping from you.”

I heard Kevin’s gasp of lust coming from the phone.  There was nothing Kevin liked more than seeing a sweet, impregnating creampie—his rich, fertile cum dripping slowly from our pussies.  I knew the image Charlotte’s words were producing in his head, and smiled at just how adept our little babysitter had become at arousing us both.

Her narrow little tongue swept up and down my slit, edging closer toward my clit, then darting away.  Then there was pressure at my entrance, and she plunged the tip of her tongue into my aching pussy, teasing it.  I writhed, desperate for her to lick my clit.

My hips bucked upward in a silent plea for attention.  I loved the way Charlotte’s hair framed her face as she moved her head back and forth, nuzzling her face between my legs as her tongue finally reached my clit.

I threw my head back in a long sigh, letting the phone dip slightly as the sensations flooded my body.  Then I remembered, and lifted it again, reaching down to give Kevin a better view of his sweet sitter nibbling and sucking at his wife’s clit.

Her tongue swirled and flickered against me, and I could feel how engorged my clit must be.  It throbbed, aching for more—the more she licked, the more I wanted.

“Faster,” I panted. “More!  Oh God, yes, that’s it!  Yes!  Yes!”

My hips bucked and I arched forward, lifting my head with each cry.  My voice went all breathy and high-pitched, bouncing off the mostly-bare walls of the tiny cabana.  I knew anyone passing on the beach could hear me, and that just sent me over the edge. I deliberately cried louder, my lust-addled brain even more turned on, actually wanting to be heard. In that moment I
wanted
everyone to know that the teenage girl on her knees, worshiping my clit, was
mine!

Charlotte sucked my clit between her lips, reaching up to palm and squeeze one of my breasts, and thumb the nipple.  Milk trickled over her fingers, a drop at a time, as it still leaked from my breasts.  I panted, barely able to stay in place on the table.  I’d given up trying to hold the phone up, and it just lay cradled in my hand, pointing in the general direction of Charlotte as she shook her head side to side, her tongue firmly battering my poor little clit, and finally pushing me over the edge.

I let out one last, loud cry, shuddering and trembling, my heels swinging in the air as Charlotte carried on, licking and sucking as each wave of orgasm rocked me, sending currents of heat rippling through me, until at last my nerves were frazzled, and I had to push her away.  I leaned sideways, grasping for purchase on the table, panting and gasping for breath.  My clit still quivered, my flesh sizzling with sensation.

“Charlotte,” I heard Kevin demand in a tinny voice through the phone, “Get down here, now.  I need my wife.”

Charlotte hopped up instantly, and had her bikini tied on in a flash.  She hurried out, closing the door behind her and leaving me feeling abandoned as I recovered from my orgasm.  Kevin was at the door in seconds—he must have literally run up to the cabana.

“I need you.”  His voice was rough, husky with desire. “
Now!”

Before I could react, he had pulled me off the table, bent me over it, and had his swimsuit down.  He kicked my legs further apart, spreading me wide for him and leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable... and I loved it.

I looked back to see his cock stretched out, its skin taut over his girth, before he plunged it into me.  Thank God I was dripping wet, or his massive assault on my pussy would certainly have been painful.

He pushed me roughly down until my face was inches from the table, and his cock stretched me wider than I can remember it doing in a long time.  I couldn’t believe he was so rock-hard after just fucking Charlotte minutes before.

Kevin pulled back and thrust into me, hard. “Oh God, you’re so wet.  Your pussy looked amazing while Charlotte was licking it.  You were completely out of control.  That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen!”  He pulled back again, slamming me as hard as he could, and rapping the table against the wall.

I pushed back against him, eager for even more of his brutal assault on my pussy.  I was so turned on, I wanted it harder and faster, the worst he could give me.

He grabbed my hips, fucking me mercilessly, the table thudding against the wall with every thrust.  We were drenched in sweat in the heat of the cabana, our damp flesh slapping against each other, with no other sounds but my breathy gasping and Kevin’s guttural grunts with each slam of his cock.

He penetrated me so rough that he was stroking something inside of me that he never had before.  I lifted my head up, gasping and squealing with each stroke, my tits rubbing against the table as they swayed beneath me.

I felt my pussy clamping down again, as Kevin pulled back and rammed into me one last time, shuddering and pumping upward as he shot cum deep inside me.  My muscles contracted around him, and I trembled as waves of yet another orgasm engulfed me.  Everything inside me drew up tight as I convulsed around his rigid cock, and I could feel his arms shaking as his hands clenched my hips.

He drew back and pumped into me one more time, his body jerking again as he growled through gritted teeth.  Then he relaxed against me, and I collapsed onto the table, exhausted.

When we had recovered enough, we pulled apart, and I turned around and threw my arms around his neck, kissing him gently on the lips.  I could taste a hint of Charlotte on him, and I inhaled, smelling her scent on him too.

“That,” he said, still recovering his breath, “was incredible.”

“I know.  I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard, and so close together!  That was...wow!”

“Now I know how frustrated
you
guys were, before,” came Charlotte’s canned voice, from wherever my phone had gone.

I looked around, startled, then glanced behind me and saw it on the table.  I must have dropped it when Kevin came in and grabbed me.  He must have left his phone, still on, on his lounge chair down at the beach.  I picked it up and saw a close-up of Charlotte’s face, pouty and disappointed.

“The least you two could have done is pointed the phone somewhere interesting.  All I got was a view of the ceiling, and an occasional face-shot of Marissa, and a bouncing tit now and then.”

Kevin and I laughed, feeling sheepish.

“Hey, any view of Marissa’s tits, or her ‘O’ face, is a great one,” Kevin said, giving my naked, sweaty body the once over.

“Can’t argue with that,” she giggled.  Then she cast a quick sideways glance. “Jill is getting restless.  I think she heard some of the commotion.  Kevin must have turned the sound way down, but even so, I think the sound coming from the cabana was louder than it was through the phone.”

Kevin was stepping into his swim trunks while I gathered up my bikini. “Yikes, please tell me no one overheard.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, lowering her voice. “There is a couple coming up the beach, but they’re just getting close, now.”  She glanced sideways again. “Jill might be going back to sleep.  There might be time for Marissa and I to take a dip, if you don’t mind watching, Kevin.” She tilted her head in a coquettish one-shouldered shrug that would have any man on his knees

“I’d be happy to watch two beautiful women get wet and play together in the surf.”

I poked his chest. “I’m pretty sure she meant for you to watch
Jill
.”

“Can’t I do both?”

***

A
few minutes later I was back in my bikini and down on the beach, following Charlotte into the surf while Kevin sat back with a beer and enjoyed the view...although I was pretty sure he wasn’t looking at the water.  If he’d thought to bring the binoculars down to the beach, I’m sure they’d have been pressed to his face already.

It would have been nice to hold Charlotte’s hand as we headed into the surf, but as the afternoon wore on, it seemed every beachfront neighbor of mine was out walking a dog, or taking a run.  It made me wish we could be on a private island, where the beach was empty and we could walk naked and hold hands and...my mind instantly ran away with a thousand erotic things we could do with Charlotte.

We waded out into the water.  The deeper we went, the more the water splashed around us.  By the time we were waist deep, the water was splashing up over Charlotte’s tits as each gentle wave washed over her, leaving the bikini fabric pasted to her small round breasts and bringing her nipples to enticing, stiff peaks.  I longed to reach out and touch them.

Charlotte smiled, noticing exactly where my attention was.  She crooked a finger at me with a “come hither” gesture, wading backward into the water.  Then she ducked down, swishing her arms about her as if she was treading water, even though I knew her feet were still touching the bottom.

I grinned, catching on, and submerged myself, too.  Poor Kevin would be disappointed—he’d have nothing to watch.  But I knew his imagination would fill in the blanks.

Charlotte moved closer, until we were both side by side.  Just two friends treading water in the ocean, it would appear.  But I felt the warmth of her fingers touch my side, then travel downward until she found my bikini bottoms.  I opened my knees as I squatted in the water, giving her full access.  She stroked me over the fabric, making me ache for her, despite the fact that I’d just been soundly fucked and had orgasmed twice.  When I was around Charlotte, I could never have enough—of her, or of Kevin.  She just added that extra element that fanned the flame of our desire.

I reached my hand out and fondled her breast, slipping my hand inside and feeling the small nub of her pebbled nipple.  I pinched it, and watched her eyes flutter closed as I gently twisted and rolled it between my thumb and finger.  She shuddered, and I wished I could see her hips better through the water.  I knew that they’d be bucking involuntarily from my attention.

Her fingers found their way under my bikini bottoms, and stroked along my slit, dipping into my pussy a mere inch.  I knew that finger be coated in Kevin’s cum.  She dragged the finger upward, and rubbed his cum over my clit.  I gasped in response, eager for her to lick my tits.  It was all I could do not to just grab her and pull her to me, and kiss her long and deep.  I wanted to strip her bare and make everyone watch me ravage the sweet little body of my young babysitter.

At last, I couldn’t take it anymore.  I had to have her.  At least, a little more of her.  I pulled my hand away and eased her hand out of my bottoms.  She frowned in confusion for a moment, until I ducked under the water.  I opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the salty seawater, then reached out for Charlotte.

I pushed her bikini top upward and pulled her a little lower under the water, until only her head remained above.  Then I latched onto her breast, sucking and licking that sweet tit as I let my hands roam, touching and caressing every inch of her.  Her arms flailed in the water, trying to keep her balance, and even under the surface, I could hear her little moans and gasps.  When her muted cries grew almost too loud, I stopped, pulling away from her and surfacing an arm’s-length away.

“Whew!  It’s a beautiful day for a swim.” I said loudly, seeing a man strolling at the edge of the water. “You should try.”

She grinned, ducking under the water.  I saw the wavering shape of her body swimming up to me, then felt my hips being grabbed.  The small scrap of fabric covering my mound was pulled aside, and soon warm lips and a warmer tongue were delving into my cum-covered folds, licking and tasting.  I moved my feet apart to steady myself, then opened my knees wide.  Charlotte took her chance, probing my pussy with her tongue.  She thrust it in and out of me, and I struggled to keep my breathing even...especially when it trailed upward toward my clit.

Then that sensitive nub was between her lips, being teased by that talented tongue.  She flickered it against me, and I put my arms out wider to keep my balance.  I caught the glance of the man walking by the water, and an erotic thrill ran through me, knowing a complete stranger was watching me have my babysitter go down on me in the water...and he didn’t even realize it!