At eighteen, she should have stopped a long time ago, but she continued to babysit whenever Elisa called. Michael and Elisa had two children, Jeremy was fifteen, and a freshman in high school, Lucy was eight. It happened almost a year ago, but Gail had expectations each time she babysit that it would happen again. Michael was an agent for movie stars, every bit as handsome as the ones he represented.
He was aggressive; getting his way with any thing he did or wanted. A year ago, it was Gail. Elisa and Michael had come home, Elisa a little drunk. She went directly to bed, but Michael joined Gail in the living room as she watched the end of the movie that was playing, the kids asleep a long time ago.
He was far from finished with her, between her legs and pushing the hardest and thickest cock inside her and driving a second explosive orgasm from her body.
Gail had never been taken so completely and been subjected to such pleasure before. Each time she babysat, she hoped that he would take her again, but after a year, she was losing hope.
Then the phone rang, Michael on the other end, not Elisa. Elisa is out of town and I have an important meeting to attend. Especially since Elise was out of town. Maybe her chance for another night with Michael would happen. He turned to his son, Jeremy. Jeremy was nothing like his father, more like his mother. He was afraid, but he tried to hide it from his father. He was sure that he was already disappointed by him. He wanted to please his father so much. She was dressed in a sweater that clung to her lovely tits, hard and pointed as if she teased them before she rang the doorbell.
She was wearing a skirt, Michael enjoying a girl that had naked legs and teased him with what lay beneath it. It was short, half way up her thighs and that was when she was standing. He could only imagine the pleasure they would give him. Jeremy is upstairs in his room as usual, but Lucy is anxiously awaiting you in the den. The night went quickly, Lucy tiring early, Gail tucking her into bed.
She was going back down the stairs when she thought she heard Jeremy, but when she turned around, his door was still closed. It must be my imagination. Jeremy heard Gail and Lucy come up the stairs, his back to the closed door as he breathed slowly.
He waited for long minutes until Gail came out, closing the door quickly as she passed in the hallway, but opening it just wide enough so he could catch the gentle sway of her ass in the short skirt as she walked down the stairs. He was in love with her since she starting babysitting.
He was scared and excited, waiting for his father to come home. She put the DVD in and started it in the middle, half of it still to go. She hoped he would watch it with her. She hoped that he would do much more. She turned towards the door when he entered, smiling at him, her skirt hiked up high on her legs as she sat on the couch. I never heard a peep out of Jeremy. As if they had planned it with precision, Michael heard Jeremy came down the stairs.
Move over into the center, Gail. She was flirting with his father, arching her back and sticking her pointed tits at him, not even seeing him. He never saw such a beautiful girl as Gail. She wanted so bad to feel his cock inside her again and make her scream with pleasure.
Michael turned away from her and looked at the television, but she felt his hand slid over her leg, sending shivers up her spine when his powerful hands touched her naked legs. He began to rub her legs, back and forth, each time going higher, each time her short skirt sliding higher up her legs. She put her hand on his, not sure if she wanted to push his hand under her skirt or stop him from doing it, Jeremy gazing down at the both of them.
She felt a flush of shame spread across her face and neck, turning to him, her lips moving silently to plead with him to stop, but his hand was between her thighs and making her pussy wet with desire as his powerful hand forced her legs to open. She tried to turn away from him when he grabbed her breast, but her nipple sprang to life from the unexpected touch. His other hand was sliding under her skirt, while his fingers dug into one of her breasts and squeezed it.
She surrendered as he drew her next to him, his hand on her breast moving urgently, slipping under her sweater and giving her belly goose bumps as it slid up her naked belly and cupped her bra underneath. She felt the tremors in her body as his large hand cupped her bra and his fingers touched the naked skin of her cleavage. She tried to push his hands away when he pulled her sweater up over her bra and revealed her to him, seeing Jeremy looking at her half naked body.
His hands were too powerful, Gail crying out softly as he pushed her bra down on one side until her naked breast popped free into the open, the cool air hitting her nipple as it froze into a hard point like a pebble.
She looked over at him, his eyes staring down at her naked breast, his fingers finding her nipple and rubbing it until it hurt with pleasure. He teased her nipple with one finger, his hand under her chin and pushing her face towards him, his lips grasping tightly against hers as his tongue began to run around her sweet, silky lips. He held her against him as he had his way with her mouth, finally pulling away. Her tongue went into his hot mouth, his lips enclosing it as his tongue lashed out at hers with such abandonment.
She had French kissed, but it was nothing like this. He finally broke the kiss, moving back to look at her naked breasts. She looked at Michael and then Jeremy, not believing what Michael had said. It was not because he was demanding, Jeremy timid, just barely touching her.
It was the thought of two men touching her at once, Michael and his son. He lowered his head, his mouth grasped onto her nipple, and he sucked loudly. Her nipple was delicious, sucking on it as it grew thick, his teeth nibbling painfully at the sensitive tip, but Gail only arched her back and thrust her tit into his mouth as if he were her baby and was nursing.
Gail was shamed and excited at the same time. His fingers found her slit, outlined in the tight panties, sliding up and down, pushing the delicate fabric between her puffy lips and soaking up her abundant juices. Jeremy was still working on her breast, his fingers and palm exploring all of her naked flesh as if it were a new toy for him. Michael pulled one of her legs on top of his leg, bowing out the other until the flat plane of her sex was exposed. His fingers rubbed harder, her hips beginning to move under his expert masturbation.
She tried to push him away when his mouth returned to her nipple again, but his fingers masturbating her pussy made it hard to resist in spite of two men beginning to strip her for their pleasure.
Before she knew it, her bra was pushed up over her breasts, both of her large breasts bare to their eyes. Michael began to French kiss her again, forcing her to stick her tongue out until his mouth engulfed it, powerful suction drawing it into the hot depths of his mouth until it felt like he was pulling her tongue out by the root.
They both grabbed a leg, spreading them wide as Gail was forced to slink into the couch as her legs were pulled up and out as they took the shoes from her feet. She hated that he stopped, pulling her up until she was on her knees on the floor in front of Jeremy.
It only got worse, Michael behind her, pulling her ass until it was arched up into the air, her skirt sitting on her back, only her panties protecting her. She looked back at him, but he was staring at her ass. The loud slap rang out in the room.
His hands returned to caress her smooth skin, lightly touching her skin until goose bumps appeared. He loved the way her buttocks contracted when his fingers touched her crack, another slap, this one harder turning the other cheek a pretty crimson pink.
He continued to spank her, each cry from her lips only incited a harder slap, his other hand forcing her to raise up her ass as if begging for the spanking. She was crying now, but they were more sobs of pleasure, the spanking hurting when his hand first struck her flesh, but by the time, the pain raced to her brain, all she felt was pleasure.
It was strange; Gail excited to be spanked while another watched her. Jeremy began to kiss her again, Gail responding. His hands held her still as the tongue moved closer to her crack, Gail humiliated that his face was so close. Another sharp slap and she raised her ass up again, this time she felt his face sliding between her cheeks, strong fingers pulling her buttocks out until Gail felt her crack disappearing and all of her treasures were exposed to his lustful tongue.
She looked over her shoulder to see Michael pulling her open, her pussy lips pulled apart, the cooler air in the room blowing on her super-heated sex. Michael licked her noisily, sucking on her flesh, as her juices flowed freely onto his lips and face.
She was crying out loudly now, but it was lust, not pain that drove the noise from her mouth. He pulled her cheeks apart, two fingers finding her pussy and he speared her. Her hot, tight insides clung possessively to his fingers as he began to finger fuck her.
The juices flooded his fingers as they thrust in and out wetly. Jeremy was kissing her, his hands rubbing and tugging on her breasts as Gail bent over submissively, Michael behind her, his fingers driving the desires in her body as they plunged in and out. She cried out, wanting more then his fingers. It felt so good, able to feel his thick knuckles as they rubbed passionately inside her elastic passage and stretched her open for something much bigger and harder.
Michael withdrew his fingers from her pussy, the muscles letting go reluctantly. He wiped his wet fingers on her ass, pulling her up away from Jeremy. He was behind her, his hands cupping her bare breasts and rising up. He made her raise her arms over her head, making short work of pulling her sweater and bra off until she was naked to the waist, her breasts rising and falling as they both gazed at her half naked body.
Hands slipped her panties the rest of the way down her legs, Gail forced to kick them off her feet, afraid of tripping and falling over them. Michael pushed her back down on the couch, flipping up her skirt.