Authors: Cassandra Zara
Tags: #Literature & Fiction, #Women's Fiction, #Contemporary Women, #Romance, #Contemporary, #Holidays, #New Adult & College, #Romantic Comedy, #Sports, #90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), #Contemporary Fiction, #Lgbt, #Bisexual Romance
We Put the Baby in Sitter 2
Published by Lost Innocence Publishing, 2015.
This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.
WE PUT THE BABY IN SITTER 2
First edition. January 1, 2015.
Copyright © 2015 Cassandra Zara.
Written by Cassandra Zara.
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All characters in this story are 18 years of age or older.
've never kissed a girl before, but kissing you was exactly what I imagined it'd be like.”
Little Charlotte has been babysitting for us for the past few weeks, and we've never enjoyed date night more. Every time she comes over, we use her, hard and unprotected, and everyone leaves satisfied.
Except this last weekend, she couldn't come. However, she did have a friend who could take her place. Charlotte warned us that this girl was even more naïve than she was, and that we shouldn't even try to seduce her. I thought that it wouldn't be a problem.
However, when the lovely Emily came over, with her blonde hair and tight, soccer player body, I knew that it would be difficult for us to resist. And when she began to give me a massage, I knew that I had to feel that touch again, and all over.
She did manage to resist, but soon began asking questions. Questions about what she should be doing in college. And when I do her a huge favor by getting her to her soccer game, I can tell she has feelings for me, feelings she makes known by planting a kiss on me when we got home.
And once my husband saw us exploring each other's bodies, I knew that he would have to take her fertile body, hard and unprotected, even though Emily wasn't on birth control, and fill her up with an impregnating creampie!
This 12k word story contains a sexy married couple and their beautiful blonde babysitter. It features lactation, first time lesbian action, a threesome between one hot guy and two hot women, 69ing between women, and an explosively impregnating creampie!
moved my lips to her ear. “Lie down on the bed, face down,” I whispered. I felt her shiver and nod as she did so. Her blonde hair spilled over her back, and her ass looked so cute in those tight pink spandex shorts.
I ran my fingers up and down those taut legs of hers, enjoying the feeling. I kneaded the muscle with my fingers, working up to the bottom of those shorts. I felt her ass over the shorts, loving the way it felt. I knew Kevin would love it as well.
I couldn’t wait to see Kevin’s expression when he found me and Emily in this bed together. For a moment, I fantasized about what it would look like to see his huge cock disappearing in and out of her tight little pussy. What kind of noises would she make when his wide cock pushed its way inside her?
As I fantasized, I got wetter and wetter. I began to spread her legs apart, reaching deeper and deeper between her legs. In a moment, I was massaging her clit.
“That feels nice,” she said softly.
I smiled, then moved my lips back down to her ear. “Kevin and I are going to do things to you that you wouldn't believe.”
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t had been a hectic week at work, and after relaxing all day Saturday, I was up for a little fun. Kevin agreed that he was up for some special attention from our lithe young babysitter, so I gave Charlotte a last-minute call.
“Oh, Marissa, I’m sorry, I can’t make it. I made plans with all my friends and I can’t back out, because I’m picking them all up. I'm really sorry.”
I pouted, even though I knew she couldn’t see through the phone. “Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Believe me, I wish I could. I haven’t seen you and Kevin in over a week. My poor little pussy feels lonely.”
My own pussy throbbed in response to her sweet voice. “That’s too bad. I guess that means Kevin and I can’t go out to dinner either, because our other sitter is out of town, so there’s no one to babysit for us.”
“Oh, I have an idea!” she exclaimed.
Group sex with her friends?
Hey, a girl can dream! “What’s that?”
“If you and Kevin really want to go out, I do have a friend who needs some extra money. They’re not giving her enough at the fast food place where she works, and she wants to have more saved up before she starts college in the fall. That's the reason why she can't go out with us on Saturday.”
“Is she pretty?” I felt my nipples peaking at the thought.
“Hey now!” I could practically hear her jaw drop from across the phone. “This is a hands-off deal. Strictly babysitting only. You think I was naïve and innocent when we met? Well, you should see Emily. Her parents make her dress like a librarian or a teacher or something. She has to sneak clothes out of the house to dress normal. Her parents are really conservative.”
I thought to myself, the wheels already turning.
Sneaking out of the house indicates a willingness to rebel...
“Marissa?” Charlotte spoke up.
“Huh? What’s that?” I asked as she broke me out of my reverie.
“I asked you if you promise to be good if I send Emily over.” She sounded hesitant now.
“Sure, I’ll be good.”
I grinned wickedly.
There was a pause. “I really don't want to hear that you're fucking all my friends, too. I don't know if I could show my face around school if word got out.”
I sighed. She was being a little melodramatic now. “Okay, I promise that nothing will happen.”
“Okay. Does seven o’clock sound good?”
“Let’s make it eight.” The baby would be asleep by then. I didn't want to go back on my word with Charlotte, but the wheels of my mind were already turning cranking out a myriad of ways I could get my teenage sitter naked and in our bed. Even if it didn't happen, a girl could dream...
“Sounds good. If you don’t hear from me in the next ten minutes, that means you can expect her by eight. I’ll give her directions and everything.”
“Sounds good,” I said, and we both said our goodbyes.
found Kevin in his study watching a talking dog video on YouTube.
“Is she coming?” He sat up in his chair, hopeful.
I shook my head. “Can’t make it. But she’s sending over a friend of hers so that you and I can go out to dinner.”
He sighed, sagging back into his desk chair. “That sounds like fun, too... just... not as fun as what we did with Charlotte last week.”
He sounded disappointed, as if “just me” wasn't enough. And to tell the truth, I couldn't really blame him. Jill, our baby, remained the most important thing in our lives, but ever since that first night with Charlotte, our sex life had really been on fire. Charlotte had been over to our house four or five times since we first took her virginity and showed her just how much fun sex could be.
That first time, we slipped up and didn’t think to use a condom. Charlotte hadn’t ended up pregnant and we’d used a condom half the time since then... but the other times, we just couldn’t help ourselves. We were all just so turned on, we didn’t even care. In fact, I almost hoped she would get pregnant. The idea was strangely erotic to me. Imagining that my husband’s cum filling my teenage sitter’s belly with his baby was an incredible turn on.
“Is there any chance...?” He raised his eyebrows.
I shook my head again. “Charlotte says she’s really straight-laced and uptight. Hands off, she said.” I didn’t want to give him any false hope. If Emily was even a young woman that I wanted us to sleep with, I'd have to tread carefully. Better to assume that we weren't going to get anywhere with her and save ourselves some disappointment. Besides, we might both find her to be a Plain Jane.
he wasn’t a Plain Jane.
Emily walked in at eight o’clock on the dot, her long, straight blonde hair shiny and falling at the small of her back. She had no makeup on, but she didn’t need it. The girl was stunning, even without a speck of makeup.
Her clothes weren't doing anything for her, either. She wore, of all things, a loose jersey and some exercise shorts. A soccer uniform. Under that, I could tell her breasts were small, probably an A cup. She had changed her shoes at least. Her purse was overstuffed, and I figured that her regular clothes were all stuffed in there.
It was her wide blue eyes and pink, pouty lips that drew my attention the most, and I immediately wondered what her lips would look like wrapped around Kevin’s cock.
“Hi, Mrs. McKenna. I’m Emily.”
“Come on in,” I said with a smile as I held the door open wide. “And call me Marissa. This is my husband, Kevin.”
“Um... okay. Hi Kevin, it’s nice to meet you.”
“Likewise, Emily. I’m glad you could make it on such short notice.”
I saw his eyes drop to her lips, and I was pretty sure he and I were thinking the same thing.
“Where’s the baby?” she asked.
“Actually, she’s asleep already. Your job should be pretty easy tonight. I left some notes and emergency information on the coffee table for you. Why don’t you take a quick look at it all, while Kevin and I finish getting ready?”
“Okay.” She sat on the couch with a little bounce in her step. I couldn't help but notice the taut muscles of her legs as she waved them back and forth a little bit.
Oh yeah. I definitely want her.
Kevin followed me to the bedroom, waiting until I closed the door. “I thought you said you were ready.”
“I am. I wanted a minute alone.” I pushed him backward toward the bed, then pushed him again until he fell down onto it, his legs dangling off the end. Then I hiked up my short skirt and climbed on the bed, straddling his hips. I could already feel his cock pressing against his pants. I leaned over until my lips were inches from his, and grinned as his gaze was drawn to my tits, almost falling out of my dress. “Do you trust me?” I murmured.
“Trust you?” Confusion marred his features. “Uh... yeah... sure. You know I do.”
“Then do something for me?” I moved my hips, my thong-sheathed pussy grazing the ridge in his pants.
“Anything,” he breathed, his hands reaching for my hips.
I climbed off him with an evil grin, leaving him grasping and desperate. “Go to the store, will you, sweetie?”
He sat up, annoyed and even more confused. “The store?”
“Yeah, I have a couple of wine coolers in the fridge, but I want some more.”
“Can’t we get them on the way?”
I pouted. “I thought you said you trusted me?”
He scowled, but he must have suspected something, because he sighed. “Sure. I’ll make a run to the store. Anything else?”
Definitely not condoms,
I thought with a grin. I had another sweet young pussy for him to fill, and I wanted every drop inside it!
Kevin waited a minute for his hard-on to go away, then grabbed his keys and left. Emily looked confused as she watched him leave, then heard the garage door go up and the car start and back out.
“Is he warming up the car?” she asked, perplexed.
“No, I needed him to grab something at the store for me, first. He’ll be back in a while. In the meantime, why don’t we talk a bit? Can I get you something to drink?”
“Sure. Do you have milk? Or juice?”
I shook my head. “We need to go shopping, we’re low on everything.”
“Ah. That explains the store run.”
I went to the kitchen and looked in the fridge, ignoring the milk and juice that sat full on the fridge shelf. “It looks like we have coffee, tap water, and wine coolers.”
“I don’t need anything, really,” she said.
I carried the half-empty four-pack of wine coolers into the living room. “Are you sure? It’s piña colada.” I dangled the four-pack before I set it on the coffee table.
She bit her lip, clearly tempted. “I’m only eighteen,” she said.
“That’s okay. You’ll be in college in a month. Don’t tell me you won’t be drinking there.”
She smiled slightly. “Not if my parents have anything to say about it.” She scowled, then shrugged her shoulders. “But I’m babysitting tonight, anyway.”
“Well, I hate to be a terrible hostess. And, I hate to drink alone.” I cracked the two remaining wine coolers opened and set them both on the coffee table. “My doctor says I can only have one once in a while, because I’m nursing. I was hoping to have one tonight. I don’t mind. Heck, there’s so little alcohol, you’d have to guzzle a six pack in five minutes to even get tipsy.”