Slut Babysitter: The Perverter Ch. 01

Slut Babysitter: The Perverter.

Zoe Carter looked down at her at her naked, nubile 18-year-old body. Tomorrow was her nineteenth birthday, and she was trying to remember how many lovers she'd perverted in the last year.

Wiping the mist from the shower glass, Zoe examined her body in the bathroom mirror. She cupped her 34B breasts and strummed her perfect pink nipples. Then, she let her hands slide down her ribcage to her slender 24-inch waist and onto her tight, size 34 ass. She touched her trimmed bush before letting her fingers find her sweet little nubbin and play with it. Zoe's friends jokingly called her Miley because of her resemblance to the famous megastar, but Zoe didn't see it.

Her latest project was such a sweet young thing, she thought. Fourteen days after his eighteenth birthday was when she'd met him. Brett had two younger sisters, twelve and ten, and his mother didn't consider Brett mature enough to look after them when they went out. So, they hired Zoe Carter, babysitter extraordinaire. The one babysitter in four suburbs in any direction from her bayside home who never had a single complaint from her charges.

'Who's going to complain when I fuck them?' Zoe giggled to herself. 'Oh, shut up!' she admonished her imaginary critics. 'I only fuck them when they turn eighteen. And it's not like I groom them before that age. I just like virgins!'

Virgin boys, virgin girls, they were all the same to Zoe. She'd pervert them all. The boys were the easiest because they didn't have the same sex hangups the girls sometimes had. But what girl didn't like a facial and a face and neck massage? From there, it was a short step to a back massage and an even smaller one to a full-body one. Zoe knew precisely what non-genital places to touch erotically to inflame her prey's libido. By the time she'd completed their massage, they were putty in her hands, so when she lowered her head and gently sucked and licked a nipple as her skilled fingers found their clit, they orgasmed instead of objecting.

Of course, with the boys, it was as simple as 'dropping ya boobs out and grabbing their cocks'. It didn't matter that the young men would cum in their pants before she'd gotten their cocks out. Nor did Zoe care if they came a second time once her hand was around their bare shafts. Most would pop a third time as soon as she lowered her mouth onto their cocks. Their fourth orgasm would also be into Zoe's questing mouth. Then, their fifth would typically be as soon as Zoe had guided them into her. Most would gain some control by then, and Zoe would teach them how to make love to a rampantly sexual woman. Zoe was sure her conquests' later sexual partners were grateful for her expert tutelage, even though they would probably never know who their boyfriend's sexual tutor was.

"Hey, Daddy," Zoe said as she skipped happily into the kitchen. She stopped long enough to hug him and kiss his stubbly cheek before taking a bottle of mineral water from the fridge and sitting beside him at the breakfast bar.

"Hey, pumpkin," Luke Carter, Zoe's father, responded as he absently rubbed where his daughter had kissed. Luke knew reacting sexually to your daughter was at the top of the list of no-noes for a father, but his daughter was a force of sexual nature. Luke's male friends had all expressed their admiration for his youngest child. Zoe was the only one of Luke's four children still living at home and his only female offspring. Zoe had trailed his three sons by more than four years and had been a surprise for Luke and Lisa, her mother. They'd given up trying, and Lisa hadn't bothered going back on the pill because it didn't seem she could get pregnant again.

"I can't catch a damned cold, let alone another child," she good-naturedly grumped when another visit from her monthly visitor occurred.

"You working tonight, pumpkin?" Luke asked, carefully keeping his eyes off his daughter's deep cleavage.

"Yeah," Zoe answered. "I've got another gig for Ms Samuels and her three kids."

"That's the one where the boy's like eighteen, but his mother doesn't trust him to look after his sisters, right?"

"That's the one," Zoe agreed.

"Must suck for him," Luke mused.

"Must I, Daddy?" Zoe asked mischievously. "He's only eighteen, and I'll get in trouble if I do!"

"What?" Luke asked confusedly before blushing bright red and adding, "Oh! Umm... No, you mustn't! Figure of speech, young lady," Luke finished, growling.

Zoe hugged her father and said, "Just kidding, Dad. You know I'm your good girl." She batted her eyes outrageously.

"Good, like your mother was 'good'," Luke muttered. He'd taken Lisa's virginity at the earliest opportunity and married her when Lisa turned twenty-three. Not because he wanted to wait that long but because Lisa wanted to complete her master's degree in architecture before she married. Luke suspected that Lisa had 'indulged in gratuitous sex' while at university, but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. Besides, it wasn't as if he was particularly exclusive with Lisa during that time either.

Luke left for his job. Luke worked for Transport and Main Roads, Queensland. Part of his task was to try to marry the state-controlled roads and their traffic lights with the reluctant, recalcitrant Brisbane City Council systems. He hadn't seen much success over the previous twenty years. "Those idiots in City Hall build an overpass to fix a hot spot," Luke often railed. "Never considering that all it does is move the blockage further out of town." If Luke had his way, all the main arterial routes, such as Old Cleveland Rd, Gympie Rd, and Wynnum Rd, would be turned into freeways and be damned to the whining homeowners along those routes.

Lisa had already left for work before Zoe had gotten up. So, knowing she was alone, Zoe sat on her sofa, unbuttoned two buttons and adjusted her skirt so her engorged clit and wet entrance, as well as her firm breasts, showed in her tablet's built-in webcam. When she was happy with how she looked, she instant messaged Brett. It was school holidays. So, she knew he'd be home, but it would depend on whether he could escape from his overbearing mother and take the call. He could.

"Hey, Zoe," Brett said excitedly before gulping, his eyes widening with anticipation when he saw his babysitter's gash.

"Can you play, baby?" Zoe asked as she played with her exposed nipple.

"Yeah," Brett said breathily as his hand found his pants over his cock. "Mum's at the shops, and she took the brats."

"Then, take it out for me," Zoe demanded.

"Do you want me to get naked or just take my cock out?" Brett asked as he pulled his shorts and underwear down.

"Get naked, baby," Zoe said seductively, her hand moving to spread her pussy lips for the young man to drool over.

Brett kicked his pants aside and pulled off his T-shirt.

"Take your dick in your hand, Brett," Zoe ordered. "But no cumming until I say so, okay?"

Brett gulped before saying, "Okay." He gripped his sturdy 6-inch cock in his hand and began stroking it.

Zoe smiled at him and shrugged her blouse and bra off her shoulders so her tits were exposed to Brett's avid gaze. She heard the young man groan as she balanced the tablet on the coffee table so she could free her hands. She leaned forward until her high-sitting, widely-spaced 34B breasts filled the screen. She pinched her mauve nipples and crooned, "You're doing great, Brett. Keep edging, honey, because it'll help you last longer when I fuck you later."

Although she'd been tempted the first night she'd sat for the Samuels, Zoe wasn't sure how deeply Brett's sisters slept. The last thing she needed was to be caught fucking their brother by his preteen sisters. So, Zoe had bustled around the house after the girls had gone to bed, seeing how much noise she could make before they'd either complain or come out to investigate. That experiment taught Zoe it would be safe to fuck Brett later tonight when the girls had gone to bed.

"Gawd, Zoe!" Brett panted. "I can't stop it!"

"You can and you will," Zoe said coldly. "Or you won't get to fuck me tonight. Grab your shaft by its base and squeeze hard. Tell me when you're good to start again." Zoe turned off her camera to give Brett a chance to cool down.

She heard him groan as his cock threatened to explode anyway, but after several gasps, Brett said, "I'm good now, Zoe. You can turn your camera back on."

Zoe adjusted her tablet so it was looking at her gash between her salaciously spread legs. She had her index finger on her clitoral hood, and she pulled it back to expose her flushed clitoris. Zoe knew Brett would cum as soon as her camera opened, so she said, "You can cum for me this time, baby. But I want you to keep stroking until you're ready to go again, okay?"

"Okay," Brett willingly agreed.

Zoe reached awkwardly with her right finger and turned her webcam back on. Her flooded pussy burst into Brett's sight, and his rampant cock burst semen immediately in response. "Faaaaaarrrrrrkkkkkkkk!" He breathed awedly as he captured his splodge in a hastily grabbed tissue.

"Keep stroking, baby," Zoe demanded as her orgasm neared. "When you hear me cum, I want you to cum, too, deal?"

"Yes, Zoe," Brett agreed readily. His eighteen-year-old libido was overwhelmed, and even though he'd orgasmed only a few seconds before, he was already about to cum again.

Zoe avidly watched Brett pump his precum-leaking cock as her orgasm came upon her. Then, as her eyes closed and she imagined taking it in her mouth later, her climax hit, causing her body to shake and shudder as her breath locked.

"Oh, Gaaaaawwwwddddddddd, Zoe!" Brett moaned as his tight little nutsack cramped against his shaft and sent its fluids racing through his shaft to explode into the tissue.

Zoe opened her eyes and smiled as she languorously stroked her wet slit and delved her fingers into her pussy. "That was so good, baby." She continued to stroke and dip as Brett's cock slowly reinflated. "I want you to record me, but only for a few seconds, okay? Then, whenever you can get away from the shrew, I want you to watch it and have a wank, alright?" Brett nodded and pushed the record button. Zoe spread her pussy lips for the camera for a few seconds before turning her webcam off. "See you tonight, baby," Zoe said before adding. "Oh, Brett?"

"Yes?" Brett asked the blank screen.

"If I even hear that someone has seen that recording, I'm going to the police and telling them you tried to rape me," Zoe said firmly and then disconnected the call.

'Shit!' Brett thought. He'd told his mates about the hot, honey-blonde babysitter his mother had hired and how she seemed to flirt with him. They'd all laughed and told him he was dreaming, of course. That shit might happen in some porn writer's fevered imagination, but it didn't occur in real life. He had looked forward to showing the disbelievers the short clip Zoe had allowed him to take. However, although he was sure the cops would recognise Zoe was making a revenge complaint, the investigation was certain to include informing his mother and her parents, too. It would probably also get around his school. Brett reluctantly decided to delete the clip after he'd obeyed Zoe's directive.

The day passed uneventfully, and Luke dropped Zoe off at the Samuels' home. Brett's mother would drop her home when she returned from the symphony. That wouldn't be until after midnight, and Zoe anticipated having at least two hours to introduce her eighteen-year-old target to the joys of sex. Zoe had dressed conservatively in a loose pair of blue jeans and a baggy T-shirt. What the older Samuels woman needn't know was that underneath her drab clothes, Zoe wore suspenders and silk stockings and a matching electric blue half-cup bra and panty set. She also had black, 7-inch, slave collar heels in her bag. She'd put them on after she'd stripped for Brett. Brett would shit when he saw her ensemble; Zoe knew that. So would his mother if she knew she planned to show it to her son and let him explore as much as he wanted.

Part of Zoe's duties tonight was to cook dinner for her charges. After Brett's mum let her in, Zoe walked to the kitchen and greeted the three youngsters waiting there. She speculatively eyed the elder of the two sisters, Matilda, who was twelve. If there would be trouble tonight, then Matilda would be the most likely cause. Zoe was aware that Matilda had picked up on her brother's infatuation with her, and she knew Matilda would watch like a hawk, trying to ensure nothing untoward happened.

Zoe looked in the fridge to see what Brett's mother had left for her to cook, which, of course, was chicken breasts. 'Growing teenage boys need red meat,' Zoe thought, remembering how much her older brothers ate during those years. 'Red meat, lots of calcium from milk and cheese, and plenty of dark green vegetables.' She checked the milk, and of course, it was soy. 'Disgusting,' Zoe thought. 'But it fits the image of the typical devouring mother.' She briefly wondered what had become of Brett's father and whether his father was the same as the girls.

Fortunately, Zoe had anticipated that there'd only be chicken and had brought steaks. She offered her charges a choice. Matilda, as expected, wanted chicken, but Brett and Grace, the youngest sister, opted for steak. Zoe then provided a choice of oven-baked chips and eggs or a fresh salad, and the same pattern followed, only it seemed Matilda became affronted that Zoe would 'go against her mother's food choices'.

"Has your mother banned red meat, eggs and dairy from the house?" Zoe asked innocently.

"Well, err, umm... no," Matilda stammered. Then, in a rush, she added, "But if Mum wanted us to have steak tonight, she would have put some out!"

"Does your mother ever put steak out?" Zoe queried, using the same quiet voice.

"Well, no," Matilda said reluctantly.

"It'll be a nice change for your siblings then, won't it?" Zoe said brightly. "Are you sure you wouldn't prefer a nice, juicy steak?" She teased. "Medium rare, with just the hint of blood dripping when you slice the meat open? Hot, runny eggs pouring their yummy goodness over your tomato sauce-covered chips?"

"No," Matilda stubbornly replied as the other two enthusiastically stated, "Yes, please!"

Zoe asked Matilda to get out two pans. She quickly slivered the chicken, added some butter and all-purpose seasoning, and set them on a high heat. As the chicken cooked, Zoe took out a lettuce, a tomato, some capsicum, and mushrooms. She diced and sliced them into a basic salad and added it to Matilda's plate. The chicken slivers quickly followed. Zoe handed Matilda the plate and turned her attention to cooking the steak and eggs.

Simultaneously, while making Matilda's dinner, Zoe had the oven chips baking in the gas oven. When they were nicely browned, she turned on a gas burner and heated the second pan to searing. She seared the three steaks on both sides to seal the flavours in and then turned the heat down to cook the steaks to medium rare. As she waited for them to finish, Zoe washed the first pan and put it on to heat up. She added butter and the eggs when the pan was hot enough, and they were ready when the steaks were. Not long later, Zoe ate with Brett and Grace at the dining room table. Matilda had eaten her dinner in a huff and had gone to her room.

Other than checking on Matilda to ensure she hadn't snuck out, something Zoe herself did when her parents or brothers had pissed her off, Zoe didn't have much to do. Around 10:00 p. m., the girls had repaired to their rooms, and there was no light showing under their doors. Zoe waited another thirty minutes before she slid silently into Brett's room. Brett sat up when Zoe touched his face, and he smiled eagerly.

Zoe indicated for him to stay quiet, and then she removed her T-shirt and draped it over Brett's bedside lamp. She turned it on and turned her back on him. Then, she wriggled her firm, rounded ass and slowly, seductively removed her jeans, leaving her in her suspenders, stockings, bra and panties. Swaying her hips sexily, Zoe crossed to her bag and removed her slave collar 7-inch stiletto heels and put them on, ensuring her tight ass was sensually swaying for her young paramour's eyes to drink in.

Zoe turned to face Brett, who had pulled the sheet back, revealing he was naked. Brett's hand was wrapped around his throbbing 6-inch cock, and he stroked it as he ogled Zoe. Zoe smiled welcomingly, sashayed across Brett's bed, and knelt before him. She encouraged the young man to sit on the bed's edge, and when he had, she lowered her head and sucked Brett's virgin cock into her warm, wet mouth.

Brett's hands instinctively found Zoe's head, and he tried to pull her further down his cock. She was happy to oblige, and when her lips hit Brett's hairy abdomen, Brett stifled his groans as his nuts compressed against his shaft and his prostate cramped, blasting semen into his urethral tube and sending it hurtling into Zoe's willing mouth. Zoe swallowed Brett's first two eruptions before pulling his cock from her mouth and directing the rest over her tits. Brett disbelievingly watched as Zoe gathered his cum from her breasts and fed it into her mouth.

Zoe tried to kiss Brett, and he turned his head away. She knew most guys would do the same thing, but she wasn't having a bar of it. "Asshole!" She spat, getting to her feet and walking to her bag.

"Zoe, wait," Brett pleaded.

With her eyes blazing, Zoe whirled around. "I give you your first-ever blowjob, and you won't even kiss me to say thank you? Fuck you, Brett! If you won't give, then you're nothing but a taker. I hate takers, Brett, and I certainly won't fuck them!"

"You have my cum in your mouth," the young man protested.

"So?" Zoe quietly but vehemently snarled. "If you go down on me, will you expect me to kiss you afterwards?" Brett nodded. "Sauce for the goose, asshole."

"Huh?" Brett wondered.

Zoe rolled her eyes, and then, in her best bogan, she drawled, "What's sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander. Or, for those unedgimicated among us: What is good for the goose is good for the gander!"

"Oh," Brett said, realising that if he expected Zoe to kiss him after he'd gone down on her, then he'd better kiss her after she'd given him a blowjob. Well, he could refuse, but he knew if he did, Zoe would follow through on her implied threat and storm out. "Please, Zoe, may I have a kiss?"

"Do you deserve one, asshole?" Zoe asked snidely.

Desperate not to lose this opportunity, Brett got out of bed and crossed to Zoe. He was much taller than the diminutive babysitter, so he had to bend over a long way to lick his cum remains from her breasts. Impressed despite her anger, Zoe reached behind her and undid her bra. Brett eagerly, if clumsily, attacked Zoe's breasts with his mouth and tongue.

"Ouch!" Zoe yelped, cuffing Brett's head. "I'm not a bone, nor are you a dog worrying one. Softly, gently, and lovingly, you oaf."

Truthfully, however, Brett was learning rapidly. More than once, Zoe had stormed out of a seduction target's bedroom and refused to sit them again because they wouldn't let her kiss them after she'd blown them. If that happened, only an abject, crawling-on-their-knees apology would convince Zoe to give them another chance. After all, when you're bisexual, the world literally teems with potential sex partners. And even if you restricted yourself to virgins, there were still plenty to choose from.

"Hmm, that's better, baby," Zoe crooned as she arched her chest to push more of her firm left breast into Brett's mouth.

Brett's hands were clumsily fumbling around Zoe's pussy, but it wasn't time for him to go there yet. Brett needed to realise that men go from zero to blow in mere seconds. Women, however, need closer to ten to twelve minutes before their motors are redlining and they're close to cumming. The time to use your fingers on a woman's cunt was either when she guided you there, or you could feel the heat of her arousal pouring from her pussy. Zoe took his hand and guided it back to her nipple. Brett immediately tried to feel her up again, but Zoe stated, "No," firmly, and guided his hand back to her breast.

Brett took the hint and gently squeezed and massaged the breast he wasn't suckling. Zoe let him do that as she guided his actions by moaning when he got it right and telling him what she wanted when he was too rough or even too soft. Eventually, Brett moved smoothly and confidently between Zoe's breasts, alternately playing with one as he sucked and licked the other and then swapping.

Zoe's arousal grew as her lover's technique improved, but she could feel Brett's cock bouncing against his stomach, and she wanted to reward his patience. So, she knelt before him, looked up appealing, and guided his rock-solid, 6-inch cock into her mouth. This time, Zoe gripped Brett's ass and pulled him as deeply into her mouth as he could go. Her nose mashed against Brett's sparsely covered abdomen as her fingers probed into his ass. Of course, if you got a teenager's cock buried in your throat, he will let you do almost anything you want. True for most males, if it comes to that. He filled her greedily sucking mouth only seconds later.

Brett accepted the kiss when she stood and tried to kiss him this time. Zoe smiled because she knew her young man was suppressing his revulsion. She also knew he'd quickly get over it. Zoe grabbed Brett's still rampantly erect cock and led him back to his bed. Then, she slowly, seductively stripped her panties off for him. She made moves any stripper/pole dancer would be proud of. She gyrated her ass in his face, cupped her firm breasts and bent her head as if to lick her nipples--she couldn't because they weren't big enough for her to reach. However, the imagery seemed to excite the young man, so she did it again.

Zoe climbed onto Brett's bed, still wearing her suspenders, stockings, and heels. She leaned back against the headboard and lifted and parted her knees. She placed her index finger on her clitoral hood and pulled it back, exposing her corn kernel-sized clitoris. "Use your tongue on me," she ordered.

Brett gulped but eagerly dove between Zoe's salaciously spread legs. He remembered his lessons from Zoe about her breasts and was soft as he tongued her clit and pussy. Zoe guided Brett with whispered words of encouragement and soft moans when he got it right. Before long, Zoe was on the cusp of an orgasm. She quietly hissed, "Yeeeessssssssssssssssss," as her climax hit. Zoe didn't squirt, but her secretions were copious and flowed into Brett's mouth and over his chin. He swallowed happily, delighting in having made his crush cum.

"I done good, huh?" Brett grinned after Zoe had thoroughly kissed him, proving the 'sauce from the goose was indeed as sweet as that from the gander'."

"You done good, yes," Zoe agreed as she shuffled down the bed and spread her legs. "You ready to become a man?" She needlessly asked.

"I doubt if I'll be any good," Brett said nervously as he moved between her legs and covered her svelte body.

"No one is the first few times," Zoe said encouragingly as she held Brett's shaft and guided him into her. "You'll get better with practice."

"Gawddammit!" Brett despairingly groaned as feeling his dick slide inside a pussy for the first time overcame his resistance, and he spat cum into Zoe's cunt.

"Keep thrusting, baby," Zoe encouraged. She knew Brett's cock would hardly soften at all. And, sure enough, after a few bendy thrusts, his cock roared back to life. "That's good, honey," Zoe panted as Brett's cock ploughed into her willing cunt.

"Sooooo gooooooooood!" Brett moaned as Zoe's extremely tight cunt milked his spasming cock.

"You're doing great, baby," Zoe gasped as her orgasm approached. "Fuck me hard, Brett! Squeeze my tits and fuck me like I'm the world's biggest slut!" Brett, probably unknowingly, did precisely what Zoe needed. His right hand moved to her turgid nipple, and he viciously pinched it as he short-hunched into her scaldingly hot cunt. Her climax struck like Big Ben's bells, and Zoe barely stifled a delighted squeal as she felt her latest conquest ejaculating into her and her climax shattering her soul.

Zoe pushed Brett off her and onto his back. Then, she dove onto his cock and gobbled it down. Amazed, Brett groaned, "Fuck!" His slowly wilting cock immediately erected again, and he was harder than cut glass in seconds.

"One more hole, baby," Zoe crooned as she lavished Brett's cock, ensuring it was well lubricated. Happy with her work, Zoe rolled onto her stomach and held her muscular ass cheeks apart. "Spit on my ring, honey," Zoe instructed. "Then, use your cock's head to smear it around and then ease your cock into my ass, okay?"

"Oh, fffffffuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk," Brett awedly sighed. "Won't that hurt?"

"Some, when you split my ass open," Zoe admitted. "But after that? It'll feel wonderful. Trust me."

Obeying the instructions of the slutty nymphette below him, Brett spat on Zoe's rosebud and then spread it around with his cock. Next, he lined his diamond-hard dick with the centre of Zoe's chocolate starfish and pushed his hips forward until his glans slid inside his babysitter's anus. Brett felt the resistance of Zoe's knot, but with her encouragement, he pushed harder, and it opened for him. His cock slid inside Zoe until his abdomen hit her taut ass.

As she'd predicted, Zoe yelped as Brett's cock parted her knot. Fortunately, she had her head buried in a pillow, and her cry was muffled. Brett had hesitated, scared by her yelp, but then, Zoe growled gutturally and demanded, "Fuck me, you lummox. Don't just lie on me."

Brett shifted backward, feeling Zoe's ass gripping his cock tightly. He groaned with delight and thrust back into her. He felt Zoe's hands reaching under her body and gasped as her fingers tickled his almost empty balls. Brett had orgasmed four times in less than an hour, so even with the short refractory period most teenagers have, he was beginning to struggle to keep up with the seemingly insatiable slut beneath him. However, Zoe's tickling fingers brought the young man perilously close to an orgasm.

"Can you cum with a cock in your ass?" Brett panted, desperately staving off his orgasm.

"Yes," Zoe confessed. "Pull my hair and smack my ass, and I'll explode on your cock."

Brett was scared of the repercussions but gritted his teeth and obeyed the babysitter's demands. His hand descended stingingly onto Zoe's shapely ass, and from somewhere, he growled, "Cum for me, slut!"

Zoe grabbed the pillow and pushed her face into it. She screamed as her orgasm hit and squealed again when Brett filled her bowel with cum.

Brett rolled off Zoe and onto his side, and they both panted as they tried to regain their breath. When she had controlled her breath, Zoe smiling asked, "So, how was your first time?"

Brett disbelievingly laughed before replying, "Considering I wondered if I'd ever get a girl to kiss me, I'd say fucking fantastic!"

"Good," Zoe said as she rolled out of Brett's bed and began dressing. "Your room stinks of sex and cum," she pointed out. "Best that you change your sheets and put these ones in the washer and turn it on. If you've got candles, fetch one and light it in here. If not, then open the window and liberally douse the room with air freshener. I'm getting in the shower. I'll let you know when I'm done, and you can shower, too."

Brett hesitated, so Zoe asked, "What will happen if your mum or sisters find out we fucked?"

"Shit!" Brett swore as he leapt out of bed and began stripping it.

"Yeah, thought so," Zoe grinned as she opened the door and peered down the corridor. Seeing the girls' bedrooms' lights were still out, she waltzed down to the bathroom and got in the shower.

However, as she passed Grace's room, Grace opened her door and peered out. She saw Zoe naked, and her eyes widened. Zoe grinned at her and gestured for Grace to remain silent. Zoe skipped across to her and whispered, "Forget what you saw here, and I'll bring you a jewellery making kit when I come over next."

Grace grinned, winked, and shut her door.

'Thank fuck!' Zoe sighed and opened the bathroom door. As much as she'd liked to have shared it with her latest lover, Zoe wouldn't risk being caught. Weirdly, if she was caught in a shower with one of her female conquests, her conquest's parents would think little of it unless their daughter was approximately Zoe's age. But if she were caught with their son, their minds would immediately assume they'd been fucking.

Luxuriating under the hot water. Zoe washed the evidence of sex from her sublime body, pussy, and ass. She was careful not to wet her hair, although she did have to clean Brett's cum from the front. Fortunately, Brett's mother had a hairdryer in the bathroom, and despite the risk of waking Matilda, she used it to ensure Brett's mother couldn't discover that Zoe and her son had fucked.

"Any problems?" Alice, Brett's mum, asked as she strode through the door.

"A bit of an attitude from Matilda because I dared to cook the steaks I'd brought," Zoe stated.

"Why did you bring steak?" Alice queried.

"Because Mum and Dad were going out tonight, too, and they needed to be cooked before they went off," Zoe explained, despite her explanation being a lie. She'd bought them specifically for Brett. "I felt like steak, and I guessed at least Brett would enjoy one, too. There's still one in your fridge," Zoe added. "As long as you cook it tomorrow, it will probably still be okay. Otherwise, if you don't have a cat, I'm sure one of your neighbours has a dog that will love it."

"Who else had steak with you?" Alice asked.

"Brett and Grace chose steak over the chicken."

"Okay," Alice accepted. "I'll cook the steak for Brett's dinner tomorrow, assuming it's still safe to eat." She hesitated before adding, "You ready to go home?"

"As soon as you're ready to take me," Zoe acknowledged.

Alice took her home, none the wiser, that her favourite babysitter had perverted her son into a pussy and ass hound.

Zoe had another shower when she got home. Her pussy and ass still leaked her latest conquest's fluids, and she didn't want them to wreck her sheets or make it clear to her mother that she was sexually active. Not that she thought her mother would be bothered by her eighteen-year-old daughter fucking, but because it was the polite thing to do--not rub her parents' faces in it.

After her shower, Zoe fingered her pussy as she recalled her night. Brett had joined the scarce list of those she'd seduced that she'd fuck again. The young man's ready acceptance of Zoe fingering his ass meant he was ripe for further perverting. Zoe liked to peg her boys and thought Brett would be up for it. She climaxed as she imagined her petite hands around Brett's throat, choking him as she viciously fucked his ass.

With not having gotten to bed until well after midnight, Zoe woke up late to an empty house. However, as a young woman who had grown up with supportive, encouraging parents, Zoe was independent and more than happy to be alone. Many of her friends' mothers took every school holiday off so they'd be home with their sixteen to twenty-year-old offspring. Zoe thought that was ridiculous to the point of laughable.

She did the few chores her mother had left for her to do, and then because she could and knew her mother would be pleased, Zoe brought the ironing up-to-date. Checking the time, Zoe changed to meet her friends at the mall. It was only a short walk to the bottom of the hill where the bus stop was and a quick journey of five minutes to the mall. She and her posse would have lunch and then enter the cinema to watch Ariana Grande in Wicked. There were others in the movie, some were even huge movie stars, but it was their idol, Ariana, the girls wanted to watch.

"She's so hot," Ingrid said as the girls left the movie.

"Who? Keala Settle?" Zoe teased. Ingrid was a little on the plump side of average.

"You bitch!" Ingrid spat amusedly as she got on her bus.

The other girls got on after saying goodbye. Zoe had a fifteen-minute wait before her bus to get home arrived, so she checked in with Brett. She'd worn a button-up top specifically for this purpose, so she found a quiet corner where she could face a wall and see in her phone's camera if someone came up behind her. After checking there was no one close, Zoe unbuttoned her top and exposed her firm B-cup breasts and then video-called her young beau, who took it in his bathroom.

"Eww, gross," Zoe said when the app opened, and she saw Brett.

Brett chuckled and angled the camera so Zoe could see he was fully clothed and sitting on the lid. "The brats are about, he said. So is Mum, so I have to be quick and quiet."

Zoe angled her phone so Brett could see her bare tits. She held it higher to see if anyone walked up behind her before saying, "Take it out for me. I want to see you cum."

"Gawd, Zoe," Brett said awedly as he pulled his shorts down and gripped his sturdy cock.

"Do you know what pegging is, baby?" Zoe asked as she circled her nipple with a finger.

"Nuh-uh," Brett denied, his eyes closing as his orgasm neared.

"Look it up, honey," Zoe said, watching for Brett to cum. "I'm going to do it to you next time I babysit at your place."

"Oh, cool," Brett said, distracted by his imminent climax.

"Promise me you'll let me," Zoe said commandingly.

"What? Umm. Yeah, sure. I promise."

"Good boy," Zoe said happily. "Now, cum for me." Brett groaned as he filled a hastily grabbed toilet tissue with his cum. "Show me," Zoe demanded. Brett showed her the cum-filled tissue before dropping it in the bowl. "Wow!" Zoe exclaimed. "You had quite a load for me. See you later, Brett."

"See ya," Brett told the darkened screen.

"What are you doing in there?" Matilda stridently asked from outside the door. "You're masturbating, aren't you? I can hear your grunts and groans from out here. Eww! I'm telling Mum!"

"Whatever," Brett said as he pulled his pants up, flushed, and opened the door.

He heard his sister whining, "Mu-umm-m, Brett was wanking in the loo. That's disgusting!"

Alice stuck her head into the hallway to look at her son, who looked away, embarrassed. Alice turned to her eldest daughter, "Masturbation is common for teenagers, Matilda. You may not like it, but that's the way it is." She looked at Brett and added, "Try to restrict it to the shower and your bed and do not ruin my sheets. Do you hear?"

"Yes, Mum," Brett said before hurrying to his room. He couldn't believe that his mother was accepting of his masturbation. He'd only just queued Zoe's clip when there was a knock on the door. His mother didn't wait for him to answer before she opened the door and entered. Without saying anything or making eye contact, Alice placed a box of tissues on her son's bedside table and left.

'Wow!' Brett thought as his mother left. He shrugged, pressed play and watched his babysitter finger her wet cunt. The clip was only six seconds long, but it was enough to get him over the edge again. Then, remembering what Zoe had said, Brett searched for 'pegging porn'. He gulped when he saw what it was, but he found one of a young, barely legal-age couple. The young woman was fucking her boyfriend in the ass with a slender strap-on. Brett's cock leapt to life, and he masturbated, imagining it was himself and Zoe. His orgasm hit quickly, and he filled another tissue. Brett would watch it and masturbate several more times that day.

Lisa told her daughter to dress and look pretty because when her dad got home, they were going to their local club for Zoe's birthday. Her brothers were there when Zoe and her parents got to the club, and they had a great night filled with laughter and teasing. The siblings had agreed to stop buying each other gifts when Blaine, her eldest brother, left home, so the only presents were from her parents. They included a beautiful earring and necklace set and a pretty Gothic cross belly button ring with a voucher for the piercing. She thanked her parents for allowing her to get the piercing. She still needed to work on them to get the ones she wanted for her tongue, eyebrow, and bottom lip.

"Thanks, Daddy," Zoe said happily the following night when he dropped her off at her latest babysitting job. She kissed her father's cheek before getting out of his car. Then, she stuck her head back in. "Ms Wilson won't be back until really late, so I'm sleeping over. Shirley will drop me home in the morning."

"No worries, pumpkin," Luke replied. "I'll see you sometime tomorrow."

It was Friday night, so she'd get to hang with her parents the following day, which Zoe enjoyed doing. Her parents weren't stick-in-the-muds like most of her friends' parents were. She'd probably help her daddy tinker on his project car in their garage in the morning before he went to golf. Then, she'd either help her mother bake some biscuits or they'd scrapbook together for the afternoon.

"Hi, Shirley," Zoe said when Ms Wilson opened the door. "Wow! Don't you look great!"

Shirley smiled at the honey-blonde-headed, bubbly teenager. Zoe seemed to have a knack for making Shirley feel good. Shirley was closer to fifty than forty, and four kids with three husbands had drained most of the vitality from her life. Yet, somehow, she'd allowed Zoe to talk her into buying a short, tight skirt and a clinging top for her 'girl's night out'. Shirley thought she was too old and too fat to wear such things.

But despite her misgivings when she put the items on, Shirley realised the combination emphasised her nicely rounded bottom and large breasts. The support bra Zoe had recommended lifted Shirley's globes, making them seem firmer and more rounded. Shirley had carefully done full makeup on her face for the first time since before marrying husband number three--a narcissistic asshole that beat her regularly. Shirley thought she must have deserved it because her first two husbands hit her, too. But then she caught asshole number three standing over her sleeping eldest daughter, masturbating. She called the cops, and that was the end of that.

Shirley's oldest two had left home. Zoe was here to sit eighteen-year-old Willow and her younger sister, thirteen-year-old Frankie. Because Shirley was going out for dinner, it was another job where she'd need to feed her charges. However, Shirley had made a huge pot of spag bog, and all Zoe had to do was boil the spaghetti when they were ready to eat.

Shirley warned her daughters to be good, and then the limo her posse had hired arrived to take her to the restaurant. Evie, one of Shirley's friends who had given up on ever getting married, had snagged a man. Tonight was her hen's party, hence the late finish for Zoe.

Zoe examined her charges. Unfortunately, Frankie had already taken on her mother's robust figure. She'd need to get on top of her excess weight soon, or she'd be doomed to be a big woman all her life. Willow, however, matched her name. She had her mother's height, rounded ass, and large breasts, but they were on a willowy body. Willow's slender body made her breasts and ass look even bigger. 'I bet the boys are already chasing this one hard,' Zoe thought, as she felt her sweet little button engorge.

"Okay," Zoe grinned. "Who wants dinner?"

"We do," the girls intoned together. Willow added, "That's why we're sitting in the kitchen."

"Cool. Where are the pots?"

"Mum put one on the bench for you to use," Frankie said.

"That's easy then," Zoe giggled. She found the pot and saw it already had dried spaghetti inside it. She opened the packet and removed what she thought was an adequate amount before adding water to the pot and setting it to boil. When the water was simmering, she dropped some salt and a tiny amount of olive oil into the water and then added the pasta. Zoe knew that adding olive oil to the boiling water when cooking spaghetti pasta was contentious. However, one of her uncles was from Italy, and he insisted it should be done. Zoe thought, as an Australian, she should do what the expert said.

Willow had stood close to Zoe as Zoe prepared their meal. Zoe realised the young woman was more than a little smitten with her and that a long, slow seduction wouldn't be needed. The only question was how early Frankie would go to bed and if Zoe would have time to play with the young woman.

The sisters helped Zoe clean up after they'd eaten. They didn't have a dishwasher and had to hand wash and dry everything, so Zoe and Willow did that, and Frankie wiped down the table and put the placemats away.

"Would you like to watch The Princess Bride with us?" Willow said shyly.

"Sounds good," Zoe replied as she dried her hands and inspected the kitchen.

Everything seemed spick and span, so she followed the girls into the lounge and let them set up the blue-ray player. The Princess Bride was a favourite of hers and her posse. Zoe sat on the sofa, and Willow timidly sat beside her. The young woman smiled when Zoe took her hand in hers, and before the movie was half done, Willow's head rested on Zoe's shoulder. The stance was somewhat awkward because Willow was significantly taller than the diminutive Zoe, but she managed.

At the movie's end, Frankie yawned prodigiously and announced she was going to bed. Willow and Zoe sat together on the couch, talking about life and getting to know each other. Tonight was the first time Zoe had babysat for Ms Wilson. Shirley had called Zoe after she was recommended by another couple she knew. Tonight was Shirley's first night out for almost two years.

Zoe was deftly turning the eighteen-year-old on. Although she touched nothing untoward, Zoe stroked Willow's inner wrist up to her inner elbow with soft, knowing fingers. The delicate strokes sent shivers through the young woman and seemed to flow through her body, directly to her nubbin and pussy. When Willow's head was turned, Zoe blew gently into her ear as she touched the inside of her upper arm near her fulsome breasts. Willow didn't know what was happening except that she wanted it to continue. Her body flamed with desire, and it was all she could do not to kiss the older girl.

"Do you wear makeup?" Zoe asked innocently.

"No," Willow replied bashfully. "Mum says I'm too young yet."

"Foolishness," Zoe said firmly. "A gorgeous young woman like you should be allowed to look her best when she goes out in public." Then Zoe giggled and added, "Especially when there are hot guys around." Zoe pretended to have a new idea. "Yours and your mum's hair and skin colouring are close enough to the same. I bet her makeup would look good on you. Do you think we should try?"

"Sure," Willow answered doubtfully. "I have no idea how to use it, though."

"I do," Zoe said brightly. She grabbed Willow's hand and led her into the kitchen, where the light was best. Then, after sitting Willow on a chair in the middle of the kitchen, she told her to wait there and walked to the bathroom to search through Shirley's makeup bag. She found most of what she wanted and returned to the kitchen.

Zoe started by firmly washing Willow's face and drying it off. Then, Zoe spread facial mask liquid over Willow's face and waited for it to dry. When it had, Zoe peeled it off and washed Willow's face again. Shirley didn't have any skin prep, so Zoe had to skip that step and start with the foundation. As she'd thought, Shirley's makeup perfectly suited her daughter, and Zoe could smooth and make Willow's face flawless.

Changing to a blush brush, Zoe contoured and highlighted Willow's cheekbones, nose and chin. Next, she shadowed Willow's eyes and then added eyeliner and mascara. Finally, Zoe painted her young friend's lips into a perfect cupid bow.

"Close your eyes," Zoe instructed. When she complied, Zoe sprayed a light coat of hairspray over Willow's painted face to ensure it wouldn't melt off with the heat.

Zoe's last act was to brush and style Willow's medium-length reddish-brown hair with tongs. When she was finally happy, Zoe dragged Willow back to the bathroom so she could see the results.

"Oh, my," Willow gasped. "I'm beautiful!"

"Yes, you are, baby," Zoe crooned. Although she was desperate to get her hands on the young woman, she didn't dare yet. Willow turned with tears filling her eyes, but Zoe wiped them away grinningly. "Oi," she teased. "No spoiling your makeup with tears!"

"Sorry," Willow sniffed, getting control of herself.

"All good, baby girl," Zoe soothed. "Grab two towels, and I'll give you a back massage on your bed."

"Okay," Willow said doubtfully. "I won't have to get naked or anything, will I?"

"Bra and panties and covered by a towel are all," Zoe explained.

"Okay," Willow decided. After all, even though she'd laid her head on Zoe's shoulder, the older girl hadn't touched any part of her other than her arms, so what harm could there be in letting Zoe give her a massage? She grabbed the towels from the linen closet and showed Zoe to her room.

"Very girly," Zoe teased when Willow opened the door and turned her bedroom light on. The room was a study in girly pink. The bed covers, the walls, and the curtains were all various shades of pink. Soft toys covered the bed and large swathes of the floor.

Willow tittered and waited until Zoe turned around. Then, she took off her shorts and tank top and lay on the towel on the bed. She modestly pulled the towel over her bottom.

Zoe turned and smiled predatorily. She'd used this technique successfully on seven different occasions. She had no doubts it would work tonight. Zoe closed the door and picked up Willow's T-shirt. After draping it over the bedside lamp, Zoe turned the lamp on and the overhead light off.

She pulled lightly on the towel, innocently saying, "Your panties are enough to keep your modesty safe. Let me use this to block the light under the door so if your sister wakes up, she won't realise you're still up and come in."

"Oh," Willow said, reluctantly letting go of her towel. "I guess that makes sense." It didn't. Why would Frankie seeing Zoe giving her a massage be a problem? At worst, all that would happen was that Frankie would demand one, too. However, Willow's pussy was wet, and she found the older girl intoxicating and a little intimidating, so she agreed to give up her towel.

Zoe lay it along the door jam and turned her attention to Willow. "I'll strip to my bra and panties, too," Zoe stated as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "That way, you won't feel so self-conscious."

"Sure," Willow nervously agreed, suddenly glad Zoe had blocked the light from escaping.

Zoe picked up a bottle of moisturiser from Willow's dresser and squirted some onto her palms. Then, she rubbed her palms together to warm the liquid up. Zoe started at Willow's neck. She asked the youngster to pull her hair over one shoulder, then rubbed the moisturiser into Willow's skin. Using soft, languid strokes, Zoe erotically massaged the young girl. Working slowly, Zoe moved down Willow's back, letting her fingers touch daringly close to the swell of Willow's nubile breasts.

"Let's take this off so I don't get moisturiser all through it," Zoe suggested, undoing Willow's bra and pulling it out. Willow had no choice but to lift her upper body off the bed, or Zoe would have ripped her nipples off when she pulled her bra out. "Much better," Zoe stated as her fingers deliciously stroked along Willow's spine. "Look, just to show it's no big deal, I'll take my bra off, too." Zoe did so and then cupped her small in comparison breasts. "You're a year younger than me, yet your tits are already much better than mine," Zoe poutingly observed.

Without thinking, Willow rolled onto her side and looked at Zoe's breasts, giving Zoe a delicious look at hers. "Oh, no," she denied. "Yours at least look like they belong on your body. I look like I'm carrying two rockmelons in my bra." She looked down at her young, firm tits disgustedly. "By the time I'm Mum's age, they'll be down to my belly button like hers are."

"Did you see your mum before she went out tonight?" Zoe asked. "Totes hot, I'm telling you. A MILF body I reckon all your guy friends would drool over."

"Eww, Zoe. Gross! That's my mum you're calling hot!" Willow had momentarily forgotten that her breasts were bare, which, of course, was Zoe's intention.

"Whatevs," Zoe dismissed. "I'm telling you that your mum's hot. Get used to it. You're totes hot, too, you know?"

Willow chuckled. "Using bubble head language just doesn't suit you, Zoe." She was entirely at ease with their near nakedness now.

"Yeah," Zoe acknowledged, changing to her normal voice. "It's fun to wind up oldies, though. Those Gen X assholes think they own the world now the boomers are fading." Zoe pretended to think before saying, "Fuck it. I'm getting naked. Take your panties off, and I'll massage your glutes and legs." She took off her knickers and looked at Willow expectantly.

Zoe kept her bush trimmed to fit inside her panties, bikini bottoms and swimsuits without unsightly hairs poking out everywhere but hadn't gone for the hairless look most of her friends had. Willow, however, when she hurriedly removed her panties and rolled onto her stomach, had an amazing sprouting bush between her young thighs. Zoe pretended she hadn't noticed or seen anything. Instead, she straddled the youngster's bottom, ensuring she pressed her wet pussy firmly against the youngster's ass.

Pouring moisturiser onto her palms, Zoe set about sexually exciting Willow. She stroked daringly close to Willow's globes as she deftly stroked the young woman, letting her become accustomed to Zoe's sensual touch on her young body. Once Willow had relaxed, Zoe moved lower, dragging her heated vulva down Willow's right leg. Zoe's hands cupped Willow's taut young buttocks as her thumbs dug into them, massaging any tension away. Then, Zoe moved lower so she could lightly blow her warm breath over the young woman's anus when Zoe held her cheeks apart.

A soft moan escaped Willow's lips, letting Zoe know her efforts to excite the youngster sexually were working. However, even without the soft moan, Willow's glistening entrance and the heavy smell of her arousal were evidence enough the young woman was ready for Zoe to go further.

"Roll over, honey," Zoe encouraged, keeping her eyes locked onto Willow's and offering her her T-shirt to cover Willow's hairy bush.

Willow accepted it gratefully and covered her pussy with it before rolling over. Zoe sat on the T-shirt, knowing she was so wet and excited that her heat and moisture would be quickly evident to the young woman.

When she felt the heat of Zoe's arousal, Willow, whose eyes had been tightly closed, opened them and looked at Zoe wonderingly. She looked up at Zoe's erect, puffy nipples before meeting her gaze. "You're not bothered by being naked, are you?" She asked.

"Not when I'm with friends," Zoe explained. "It kind of feels natural to be naked around close friends. I often share a shower with my friends. It brings us closer together, I think." As she talked, Zoe's hands were following an erotic path from the outside of Willow's shoulders, along their tops, over her collar bones, down between her breasts and around, under her globes. Zoe was careful not to even touch Willow's boobs. Instead, she stroked close enough to them for Willow to be intensely aware of her babysitter's hands and their proximity to her tits.

Willow was watching Zoe's hands now. Her eyes were almost crossed so she could see their progress, and her tongue was unawarely gripped between her teeth. The heat from her virgin pussy pulsed back at the wetness from Zoe's. The young women were both aflame with want and desire, but, unfortunately, only one of them was prepared to admit it.

Zoe moved lower, pulling Willow's T-shirt down as she went, exposing the youngster's hairy bush. Zoe pretended not to notice and erotically dragged her fingertips across Willow's stomach. Similarly to what she'd done with Willow's breasts, Zoe avoided touching Willow's pussy. Instead, she slid her fingers over the young woman's pelvis and down her slender thighs.

Willow unawarely lifted her knees and parted them. She was subconsciously indicating she wanted Zoe to go further, but Zoe knew Willow wasn't ready to be touched sexually yet, so she kept her touches sensuously chaste. Stroking down the insides of Willow's thighs, Zoe tickled the backs of Willow's knees before sliding her fingers up towards her pussy. The third time up and back, Zoe let the backs of her hands lightly brush Willow's verdant bush. The young woman moaned again, lifted her upper body and rested on her elbows to watch Zoe's hands fascinatedly.

Zoe smiled at her and leaned forward to kiss Willow's stomach. Willow's desires were rampant, and her mind surrendered to the delicious need emanating from her virgin cunt. With another profoundly felt moan, Willow took Zoe's head in her hands and pushed her lower. Zoe smiled as she lapped Willow's juicy pussy. The young woman's juices poured from her pure vulva liberally. Willow groaned again when Zoe's expert tongue slashed across her clitoris.

It wasn't that Willow was unaware she had a clit. It was that she was scared by the intense feelings that shattered through her when she touched and played with it. Willow was no stranger to self-stimulation, but she preferred to leave her clitoris alone. Instead, she stroked her spread fingers beside it before touching her hymen-protected cunny. Doing that gave her the sexual relief that her body craved but left her feeling in control.

On the rare occasions that Willow wanted to give herself over to total, wanton pleasure, she thumbed her nubbin as she quickly circled her virgin entrance. Doing that gave her orgasms intense enough to send her mind careening into the cosmos, unaware of her surroundings. That scared her because she feared the loss of control.

Having her babysitter's talented tongue lashing and her teeth nipping her divine pleasure spot smashed Willow into an orgasm more intense than she'd ever experienced. She was sure the Archangel Gabriel sang songs of love to her as her mind floated amongst the cosmos.

Willow's mind slowly returned to her body, only to find she was swiftly cresting towards another cataclysmic eruption. Zoe had rolled her onto her stomach, and the babysitter's mouth was alternately plunging into Willow's juicy pussy and tight anus. She had just enough time to cover her face with her pillow before she screamed her pleasure to the heavens. This time, on her trip through the heavens, cherubs joined Archangel Gabriel's song.

Willow's mind reeled, but she eventually became aware of Zoe kneeling between her lewdly splayed thighs. She opened her eyes and looked over her body at Zoe. Zoe had buckled on something that looked remarkably like what Willow imagined a cock looked like. It wasn't flesh, but it appeared quite life-like.

"You're a virgin with an intact hymen," Zoe announced, which Willow acknowledged was true. "I can take care of that for you," Zoe declared. "I've had my tongue and fingers on your hymen, and I'm sure it won't hurt very much for me to break it. That way, when you take your first male lover, it won't hurt, and you can enjoy the experience. So, do you want me to break it for you?"

"You're saying it will hurt?" Willow asked fearfully.

"A little when your hymen breaks," Zoe admitted. "But if you love my tongue on your cunt, then you're going to adore my cock being in it."

"Do it!" Willow decided, and she wrapped her slender thighs around Zoe's ass as Zoe positioned her 'cock' at Willow's entrance.

"Slight pinch," Zoe said as she pushed her hips forward firmly.

Willow yelped as her hymen broke, but as Zoe's 'cock' surged into her devirginised cunt, Willow's legs pulled her lover's ass into her, and she thrust her hips up to meet Zoe's thrusts. "Oh, Gawd, Zoe," Willow moaned. "That feels so good. Fuck me, darling. Fuck me hard!" Zoe's 'cock' was hitting Willow's G-spot as she slid into her, and it was driving the young woman nuts with desire.

Zoe chuckled as she gripped the young woman's bountiful breasts and thrust firmly into her. Zoe's strap-on was double-ended, and when she smashed her pelvis against Willow's clitoris, its double end stroked across her G-spot. She, too, was almost mad with desire.

After one particularly forceful thrust, Willow's climax hit, and she squealed into her pillow as her mind shattered. Willow's orgasm caused her to thrust her hips up at Zoe's descending 'cock'. The sudden, unexpected extra sensation sent Zoe caterwauling into a gigantic climax. She had to stuff her face into a pillow to prevent waking Frankie up.

When they'd recovered from their twin eruptions, Zoe wearily climbed off her newest lover and fetched washers from the bathroom. She gently cleaned Willow's ravaged pussy, and then helped her into the shower. The teenagers were done for the night, so after helping each other to get clean, they parted. Willow went to her bed, but Zoe needed to clean up so Shirley wouldn't discover that Zoe had deflowered her eighteen-year-old, virgin daughter.

Zoe gathered the towels and Willow's discarded clothes and put them through the wash. The Wilsons didn't have a clothes dryer, so Zoe walked to the washing line and hung the damp clothing to dry. The towel under Willow had captured the small amount of blood spilt from Willow's deflowering, so Willow's sheets were protected. After another circuit of the house to ensure everything was shipshape and sparkling clean, Zoe wearily climbed onto Shirley's bed, pulled a quilt over herself, and slept the sleep of the just--as in just been royally fucked.

Shirley woke Zoe when she staggered into the bedroom drunk. Shirley crashed into her dresser, and startled, Zoe sat up. She didn't usually bother with nightwear, so she wore only her panties and T-shirt. Shirley burped, looked at her owlishly, examining the young girl, then peeled off everything except her panties and got in the bed. She lay on her side, facing away from Zoe, and was asleep only seconds later.

Zoe looked at the plump woman, examining her rounded bottom in the new knickers Zoe had picked out for her, and wondered how Shirley would react to Zoe's hands on her staunch body. Zoe's dreams were filled with images of double-teaming Willow with Brett, and she was as horny as hell. Willow would probably welcome her in her bed, but the risk of being caught was too high, so Zoe wouldn't do that. However, the late-forties woman in the same bed was fair game. Although Zoe's preference for sexual partners was virgin teenagers, she wasn't averse to fucking adults. She simply liked the thrill of seducing teen virgins.

Zoe lifted her T-shirt to expose her firm, B-cup breasts and tentatively pressed her body against Shirley's. Shirley didn't respond, so Zoe turned her shoulders back and forth to rub her nipples across Shirley's back. Shirley remained unresponsive, and Zoe thought she should just roll onto her back and use her fingers to get herself off, but she decided to try one more thing.

Taking off her T-shirt, Zoe pushed her breasts against Shirley's back and snaked her hand around the large woman's hips. She traced the waistband of Shirley's panties before slowly working her hand under the elastic. Zoe delved through Shirley's luxuriant bush and touched her fingertip to Shirley's clitoris.

Shirley started awake, and her hand flashed down to grab Zoe's wrist. Then the older woman rolled onto her back, holding Zoe's wrist in place, and stared at the young visitor in her bed. Then, when Zoe tickled her nubbin again, Shirley's eyes rolled back. She released Zoe's wrist and lifted and parted her knees, wordlessly pleading for the teenager to continue.

Zoe chuckled and hooked her fingers into Shirley's panties. She pulled them off the large woman, pushed her knees apart, and lowered her lips onto Shirley's surprisingly tiny clitoris. Simultaneously, Zoe slid two fingers into Shirley's even more remarkably tight cunt. Hooking her fingers up and back, Zoe found Shirley's G-spot and deftly massaged it.

Shirley groaned and held Zoe's head mashed to her nubbin. Her hips waved up and down as she revelled in the youngster's ministrations. "Oh, shit!" Shirley gasped as her climax hit. Shirley was a squirter, and her female ejaculate sprayed across Zoe's fingers and onto her breasts. "My turn," Shirley declared, flipping Zoe onto her back and pouncing on the nubile teenager. They exchanged heated kisses before Shirley kissed and licked her juices from Zoe's lithe body.

Between boyfriends, Shirley occasionally indulged in lesbian sex. It was more that she preferred the softness and gentleness of a woman to the brutality her men often subjected her to. With women, she'd almost always top, so she expertly drove her young lover to a superb orgasm and then repeated that a second and then a third time. After Zoe's third climax, Shirley rolled onto her back and encouraged the youngster between her chubby thighs. Zoe gripped Shirley's humungous tits in her petite hands and squeezed and twisted her nipples viciously as she tribbed her inflamed clit against the other woman's.

Shirley rammed a pillow over her face when her orgasm hit, muffling her screams in its depths. Zoe bit Shirley's left tit and muffled her cries with soft titty flesh. Zoe fell asleep on top of the big woman. Shirley gripped Zoe's bum and followed her into Morpheus' arms.

Zoe woke Shirley when she climbed off her. Zoe could hear that Willow and Frankie were up, and she didn't want them barging in and catching her and their mother naked in the same bed. She quickly dressed and went to the loo before washing her face in the bathroom and brushing her long, honey-blonde hair. She joined the sisters in the kitchen, and they ate breakfast as they waited for the girl's mother to appear.

It was close to midday when Shirley staggered into the kitchen, holding her head. She slumped into a chair beside Willow, who got up and made her mother a cup of black coffee. "Give me an hour, and I'll be okay," Shirley stated, sipping her coffee gratefully. "It's been a few years since I hung one that big on."

True to her word, Shirley led Zoe outside, and they got in Shirley's car to go to Zoe's. On the drive, Shirley looked embarrassedly at Zoe and shyly asked, "Did we have sex last night?"

"We did," Zoe said, giggling. She daringly placed her hand on Shirley's inner thigh near her pussy. "And we can again anytime you want to."

Shirley took the young woman's hand and placed it on her pants-covered pussy. "Good!" Shirley grinned. "Until I get a boyfriend, I might have to have you babysit at least once a month."

"I'd be happy to babysit even after you've got a boyfriend," Zoe said coquettishly. "Especially if you don't mind sharing!"

"You swing both ways?" Shirley queried.

"Yes," Zoe admitted.

"Do you have a preference?"

Zoe would have liked to have said she preferred Shirley's daughter, but, of course, she couldn't say that, so she shook her head. "I like both. It just depends on what I'm hungry for."

"I'm old enough to be your grandmother," Shirley growled.

"So?" Zoe said innocently. "I like you. You're as sexy as hell, and I wanted to taste you, so I did. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing," Shirley admitted after a long silence as she thought. Shirley knew her hangup was that she'd been drunk and was worried she'd forced herself on the young woman. But if what Zoe was saying was true, Zoe had initiated their tryst, and therefore, she (Shirley) was innocent. That left only the fear that having sex with Zoe seemed to teeter into the category of having sex with her daughter. Shirley felt guilty that her mind had gone there and had taken that guilt out on Zoe. "You're right," she said. "There's nothing wrong with sex between two people old enough to consent. However, I'm sure your parents would disapprove, so we'll keep quiet about it. Okay?"

"Sure," Zoe agreed. "Our secret." Then she rubbed Shirley's cunt vigorously. "I hope we'll do much more we need to be secretive about," she teased.

"I'm sure we will," Shirley panted, wondering about the effect this little minx had on her. Shirley was determined to get Zoe over to babysit again soon.

"Hey, Mum. Hey, Dad," Zoe said cheerfully as she waltzed inside.

"Just in time for me to go to golf," Luke grinned as he stood to leave.

"Seeya, Daddy," Zoe chirped, kissing her father's cheek.

"You working tonight, pumpkin?" Luke asked as he gathered his wallet, phone, and ball markers.

"Nah, I've got one off," Zoe told him.

"Great," Luke said. "Family night in then? Popcorn and a movie?"

"Sounds good to me," Zoe stated as she hugged her mother.

Zoe and Lisa did the few remaining household chores as they chatted amiably about life. Lisa knew she'd cry when her last chick left the nest, but truthfully, she was looking forward to it being just her and Luke. Their sex life had waned over the previous few years, and Lisa had plans to spice it up. She hadn't welcomed the sexual embrace of a woman for nearly twenty-five years and thought seducing a woman and bringing her home to share with her husband would provide the spark they needed to relaunch their libidos. She hoped Luke would overcome his mild homophobia and allow Lisa to find a man to double-team her with him. Lisa loved being spit-roasted and double-penetrated and hoped to experience that again, too.

'Fuck!' She thought. 'I'll bring a dozen women home for him to share if he'll let me have just one man.'

It wasn't that she didn't love Luke. She did and wanted to grow old and grey with him. But Lisa was a lusty woman, and one man was never going to be able to keep up with her rampant libido. Plus, Lisa was sick of having to masturbate to fulfil her needs. She'd considered seducing her sons when they lived at home, but the incest barrier was too high for her to overcome, so she left them unmolested. Her daughter was equally as attractive to her, but the same incest prohibition remained. Unknown to her, Zoe would not have rejected advances from either of her parents. However, Zoe was definitely not going to instigate them herself.

After a casual lunch of a pre-bagged lettuce salad and salami, which they enjoyed with a glass of red wine each, the two women repaired to Lisa's scrapbooking room. It used to be Blair's bedroom, but Lisa had repurposed it. Lisa and Zoe spent the entire afternoon scrapping their favourite photos while chatting about girly things.

Luke came home around 6:00 p. m. and wanted to chat about his round. And, of course, the women couldn't have cared a rat's ass, but they dutifully listened and oohed and aahed where required. Zoe helped her mother make dinner as her father drank beer and talked about his round. After they'd eaten, Luke queued up the latest Aquaman movie as Lisa made popcorn. Luke sat in the middle, and his two women leaned against his sides.

Luke wondered, 'Does life get better than this?' as he gazed at the two women he loved more than life itself. Lisa had shifted his hand inside her low-cut top, and he played with her nipple as they enjoyed the film. Luke and Lisa thought their daughter was unaware of her father's hand on her mother's breast, but she was intensely aware and longed for her father to do the same for her. However, the incest barrier remained insurmountable for the threesome.

Zoe's school break still had another week to go, and she had a few babysitting jobs over that time. However, none of her charges were old enough for Zoe to seduce.

With school restarting, Zoe was restricted to taking jobs on only Friday and Saturday nights. However, Willow and Brett attended the same school she did, and Zoe surreptitiously arranged for the two to meet. The spark between the pair was instant, and they quickly became an item. Brett couldn't believe someone as beautiful and 'developed' as Willow would even talk to him, and Willow was astounded by how mature Brett was.

Willow found other eighteen-year-old boys to typically be gross, disgusting beasts who smelt of sweat and farts. However, from Zoe's influence, Brett was always freshly showered, tidily dressed, and with his teeth recently brushed. Willow's little cunny flowered open, and her arousal flowed as she imagined Brett doing something similar to her that Zoe had done.

Zoe conference called the youngsters on Wednesday afternoon. It was a perfect time because Willow's and Brett's younger sisters went into daycare after school, so they'd have until about six O'clock before they'd be disturbed. Willow was reluctant to strip at first. It wasn't until Brett and Zoe were that she began to take her school uniform off.

"Play with yourselves," Zoe ordered as she did just that. "Brett, you will not cum until Willow and I have."

"Gaaawwwdddd," Brett protestingly moaned.

Willow found courage from somewhere, "You will do what our Mistress says, Brett. If you do not, I will not let you fuck me."

Zoe delightedly smiled at Willow's words. "You heard your girlfriend. Control yourself until we're ready."

What Zoe was doing wasn't what it would appear to an unknowing, outside audience. Zoe didn't want Brett to be subservient to Willow, although she wouldn't object if they wanted that. Instead, she needed Brett to learn to put his needs aside until he'd pleasured his lover. Teenage boys, when sexually excited, will blow if the wind changes direction. All men, with a few exceptions, are teenage boys. Zoe was training Brett to be one of the exceptions.

Zoe turned her attention to Willow. "Remember, baby. Your hymen is gone, and you can slide your fingers inside your sweet little cunny now." Willow obliged. "That's it, Willow. Now turn your palm up and use your fingers to search for your G-spot--the spot I touched the other night. It feels like a rough, corrugated patch." Zoe watched Willow intently, and the sudden widening of Willow's eyes and her mouth making an 'O' showed she'd found 'that' spot.

"Yeah, Willow. Right there. Feels good, doesn't it? Play with that, honey, as you thumb your cum button." Zoe had her fingers in the same spots. She was close.

Brett's hand squeezed his rampant todger, and he was close, too. They both waited for Willow to get there.

Willow was feverishly thumbing her clit and fingering her G-spot as her friends watched. She stared at Brett's cock, imagining sucking it into her mouth. Her orgasm hit when her imagination created Brett's cock expanding in her mouth before it pumped cum into her. She was gratified when she heard Zoe and Brett cumming, too.

"Well done," Zoe stated when they'd recovered from their climaxes. Then, she ordered, "You two will tell your mothers you're coming to my place after school tomorrow to study. You will not mention there will be anyone other than you and me. When you get here, the three of us will fuck. See you after school tomorrow."

Zoe disconnected the call, knowing her lovers would obey her commands. Brett looked at Willow and said, "I'm looking forward to playing with you, Willow."

"As am I, Brett," Willow confessed. "What do you think Zoe has planned?" She asked.

"Something debaucherous that our mothers would not approve of," Brett chuckled. "But I'm betting we will both enjoy it immensely."

They spoke for a few minutes longer, comfortable in their nakedness, before disconnecting and going about their chores.

Willow and Zoe got off the school bus at the bottom of Zoe's street. As Willow walked with Zoe to Zoe's house, she was amazed to learn that Zoe's parents had allowed her to be home alone ever since her youngest brother, Tony, had moved out. Zoe wasn't quite thirteen then. In Queensland, it is legal for a twelve-year-old to be home unsupervised, but they're not allowed to supervise others.

"Did you mind being home alone at that age?" Willow wondered. "I'm not sure I could have handled it."

"It was great," Zoe assured her. "It made me feel like I was a grownup and trusted."

"Your parents must be very slack if they let you do the things you do," Willow stated. "Mum would never let me babysit for someone else when I'm your age."

Zoe chuckled at the thought of her parents being 'slack'. They were hard taskmasters who expected Zoe to do her share around the house and to achieve a standard of behaviour that few of her friends matched. Zoe thought that most of her friends were undisciplined in virtually everything they did. Zoe studied hard most nights and was proud of her A- average. Her one weak spot that held her average down was her 'Foreign Language' subject. Zoe thought Japanese was about as much use to her as tits were to a bull and didn't put the effort into that subject that she did into the others. The C- minus she received for Japanese dragged her average down from an A to an A-.

However, she chose to ignore that part of Zoe's comment. "I think your mum might be cooler than you think," Zoe said. "Give her a chance by talking to her and asking about what it was like for her to grow up."

"You think my mum's okay?" Willow asked disbelievingly.

"I think, given where she's come from and how her husbands treated her, your mum's a remarkable woman. One I'm glad to call a friend."

"She's so fat and uncouth, though," Willow protested.

Zoe poked the slender teenager in her soft stomach. Willow was skinny, but it was a slenderness made from eating little rather than exercise and a good diet. Zoe's leanly muscular figure came from regular gym workouts and running at least five kilometres three times a week. "If you don't start exercising and eating better, you'll pork up as you get older, too," Zoe pointed out. "Your metabolism is running high enough to keep you skinny now, but as you age and it slows down, you'll get bigger if you don't exercise to keep your metabolism racing."

Zoe waited as Willow digested her statement. The young woman didn't say anything, so Zoe added. "Ask your mum for some photos of when she was young. See if she still has any pictures from her first wedding. I bet you find that she was as skinny as you are now. Shirley had her enthusiasm for life beaten out of her by her husbands, and she's kind of given up. You could be the spark that gets her going again. Confide in her. Oh! Not about what we're doing unless you're sure she won't freak out and have me arrested.

"But say something like, 'Mum, I'm worried about getting fat. Will you help me to exercise and walk with me?' Then, encourage her to change into sneakers as soon as she comes home and walk with you." Zoe pulled a face and added, "You should try to get Frankie to walk with you, too."

Zoe unlocked the front door and allowed Willow to precede her into her home. As soon as she had shut the door, Zoe grabbed the younger girl's ass and laughingly pushed her down the hall to her room. She had Willow naked and her face buried in Willow's pussy only seconds later.

Knocking on the door interrupted the teenagers. Zoe dragged Willow after her and made her kneel beside her before the door. "The door's unlocked, so come in," Zoe invited. Brett, who had ridden his pushbike over, opened the door and gasped when he saw the girls kneeling before him. His hand unawarely gripped his instantly stiff cock as he gaped at the naked pair. "I think he likes the view," Zoe said facetiously. "However, he has entirely too many clothes on."

After a wink from Willow, the girls leapt on Brett. They wrestled him to the ground and had him naked seconds after that. Then, Willow sat on Brett's face as Zoe engulfed his throbbing 6-inch cock. Brett's mind exploded, and his cock erupted into Zoe's mouth almost as soon as she sucked him in there. Willow faced Zoe, so Zoe guided Brett's barely softened cock into her tight fuck hole and then leaned forward to exchange a cum kiss with her newest conquest.

Willow balked as she felt Brett's slimy excretion sliding into her mouth, but Zoe held her lips pressed tightly against Willow's, and the young woman surrendered, allowing Brett's cum to fill her mouth. The sheer salaciousness of tasting semen for the first time tossed Willow from her orgasm's peak, and she squealed into Zoe's mouth as her slender thighs clamped onto Brett's head. She shook and shuddered as her climax thundered through her.

Feeling Willow orgasm on his mouth overwhelmed Brett again, and he grunted as he unloaded into Zoe's slickly wet cunt. Zoe wasn't anywhere close to cumming, but that wasn't her purpose yet. She'd get hers after she'd gotten her young lovers to fuck each other. Then, she'd teach them to be a polyamorous couple who willingly bedded others both alone and together.

Zoe had only been double-penetrated once and wanted to experience it again. However, though it was relatively easy to get two boys to spit-roast her, getting them to simultaneously fuck her lower two slut holes was much more challenging. The young men were freaked about their balls rubbing on each other and worried it would make them gay. Zoe suspected Brett might be willing to try homosexual sex as long as Zoe provided the right impetus. The right impetus was her, another willing girl and a young man he didn't know and would probably never meet again.

Zoe smiled when Willow moved off Brett's face and slid down his body. Willow's eyes were fixed on where Brett's cock entered Zoe. Zoe leant back to give Willow access, and the young woman, almost mesmerised, lowered her head and kissed where Zoe and Brett's bodies were joined. She tentatively licked Zoe's flushed clit, and when Zoe moaned, she took it into her mouth and lashed her tongue over it.

With Willow's extremely hairy bush and her soaking entrance deliciously spread before him, Brett's cock re-inflated almost instantly. Zoe felt him stiffen and stretch her tight pussy again, so she started waving her hips along his cock. Willow took the hint and alternated between licking Zoe's clit and Brett's shaft as it exited Zoe. Even though she'd just cum, Willow's cunt was on fire. She wriggled her ass enticingly, hoping Brett would tongue it again.

Brett was no fool and knew an invitation when he saw one, so he lifted his head and practised what Zoe had taught him on Willow. Strangely, Brett found that concentrating on pleasing Willow allowed him to ignore his need to cum, giving him the control necessary to bring Zoe to her climax.

Brett knew Willow was technically still a virgin, even though Zoe had used a strap-on to break her cherry, and he suspected she'd want to try taking a real cock after Zoe had cum. He was right, and luckily, by concentrating on servicing Willow's pussy, Brett could stave off his orgasm even with Zoe's cunny fluids soaking his balls as she came and Willow's lesser liquids soaking his face as she climaxed, too.

Zoe regretfully slid off Brett's rigid penis and made room for Willow, who looked from it to Zoe nervously. "Will it hurt?" She asked, remembering her time with Zoe but shifting until Brett's cock was poised at her entrance anyway.

Zoe chuckled before saying, "Let's take this to my bed, you little hussy. We've got a lot of fucking to do this afternoon, so we may as well get comfortable. Brett, bring your clothes."

Willow unwillingly got off Brett and helped him gather his bag and clothes before they followed Zoe to her room. Neither had been to Zoe's house before, and they were surprised by its opulence. They exchanged glances, wondering why Zoe bothered with babysitting for twenty dollars an hour when her parents were obviously loaded. They missed the self-evident reason--Zoe used her babysitting excursions to pervert virgins into wanton sluts.

Zoe encouraged her two lovers to climb onto her bed and then went down on Brett briefly to restore his flagging erection. Then, the girls swapped positions from inside Zoe's door. Zoe lowered her cum-messy cunt onto Brett's mouth. Of course, Brett objected. It was one thing to taste his semen remnants when he kissed Zoe after he'd cum and an entire other thing to be made to eat it from her freshly fucked cunt. However, Zoe needed Brett to get used to it because it turned her on something fierce to have one lover suck another's cum from her pussy and/or ass. If Brett wanted Zoe to allow him to fuck her and procure other lovers for him, then he needed to man up and eat.

Zoe growled, "Get off the bed and fuck off home then! Do you want me to suck your cock after you've cum in me? Cum in Willow? If you do, then get to licking, asshole!"

Brett reluctantly lifted his head and tentatively stuck his tongue out, tasting the liquid drooling from Zoe's flushed cunt. Surprising him, he found Zoe's aroma and taste overlayed his enough that he could drink from her pussy willingly.

'Another barrier overcome,' Zoe thought as she held Brett's throbbing cock and guided it into Willow's descending cunt. Of course, it helped that as Brett protested, Willow was sucking his cock, reminding him just what he'd miss out on if he didn't comply with Zoe's demands.

Willow hesitated with only the tip of Brett's cock in her wet pussy. "Will it hurt?" She asked again fearfully.

"No. It only hurt the first time because I had to break your hymen," Zoe smilingly explained. "This time, my slutty little friend, your fuck hole is open and ready to be ploughed. Now, stop being a wuss, and lower yourself onto Brett's cock!" She tickled Willow's clit as she pushed on her shoulder, and Willow's tight cunt glided down Brett's sturdy 6-inch pole.

"Oh!" Willow gasped. "That feels," she shifted her hips slightly, and her clit was dragged against Brett's shaft as he slid further into her. "That feels fucking fantastic!" Willow finished as her slender ass cheeks hit Brett's pelvis.

"Yes, it does," Zoe agreed as she stepped off her bed long enough to lubricate and buckle up her strap-on. She climbed back onto the bed and straddled Brett's shins behind Willow. She held the younger woman's hips as she guided her up and down Brett's throbbing cock. When her lovers were close to cumming, Zoe pushed Willow's mid-back and made her fall forward onto Brett. Then, she lined her 'cock' up with the young woman's starfish and pushed it inside firmly.

"Oooooowwwwwwwww, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Willow protested and then groaned. Zoe's 'cock' in her anus pushed Brett's cock firmly against her G-spot. The sudden pain had backed her climax up several steps. But the intense stimulation of her G-spot hurtled her over those steps and sent her blasting into orbit as a gigantic orgasm crashed over her.

Startled by Willow's yelp, Brett's erection momentarily wilted, but her sighed, pleasureful exhalation kicked him over the edge with Willow, and he ejaculated into her cunt. 'Oh, fuck!' He thought. 'I don't have a condom on. Fuck! I hope Willow's on the pill!' "I didn't ask," Brett guiltily ventured. "But are you on the pill?"

"Huh? Oh. Yes. Mum put me on it when my first period arrived. She thought it was better than risking an unwanted pregnancy."

Zoe had already asked that question before she'd invited Willow to play with her and Brett, so she hadn't been concerned about Brett and Willow barebacking. The new lovers were kissing and talking softly, and they barely noticed when Zoe stepped off the bed. She checked the time and saw they still had plenty before her mother was due home. She had one more act she wanted to do before she concentrated on getting some relief for herself--she wanted to introduce Brett to being pegged.

After cleaning, sterilising, and re-oiling her cock, Zoe encouraged Brett and Willow into the classic missionary position. She knelt on the bed beside the copulating pair, whispering encouragement as she slowly worked her finger into Brett's ass. With his dick trapped in Willow's scaldingly hot, drippingly wet, vise-like cunt, Brett mostly ignored Zoe's probing fingers other than to notice they felt surprisingly good. He groaned appreciatively when a second finger joined the first and was close to cumming when Zoe forced her fingers apart and rotated them inside his anus.

He felt Zoe climb onto the bed and move up behind him. Brett knew what was coming because he'd been furiously jerking off to pegging porn since Zoe had turned him on to it. Brett had watched and listened to the instruction videos for anal sex, so when Zoe began forcing her 'cock' into his ass, Brett relaxed, gripped down on the cock hard, and then pushed as if forcing out a dry turd. Zoe's 'cock' slid into his ass with only a slight twitch as she pared open his knot.

"Hurts when it goes through the sphincter, doesn't it?" Willow said sympathetically, having just experienced her anal defloration.

"Yes," Brett panted. But pain wasn't what he currently felt. Zoe had unerringly stopped with her cock's tip against Brett's P-spot. She moved her hips in small circles, spinning the tip over that divine spot, and Brett was in heaven. He thought that things couldn't get better, but then Zoe pulled most of her 'dick' out of Brett's ass before powering it back in. Zoe crashing into his glutes smashed Brett's cock into Willow, which in turn, rammed his pelvic bone against the youngster's clitoris.

Zoe pulled out and did it again. Then, she held against that insanely delicious spot inside Brett's colon again. "Fffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuucccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!" Brett roared as his prostate cramped and his searingly hot cum boiled through his balls, along his shaft, and viciously spat into Willow's clasping cunt. Four more times, Brett's balls and prostate cramped, and he sprayed his seed into Willow.

Brett's sudden cum explosion inside her sent Willow caterwauling into her climax, and she unknowingly bit Brett's pec as she orgasmed.

That left Zoe. The two eighteen-year-olds were only vaguely aware of Zoe climbing off the bed and unbuckling her strap-on. "It's time for you two to look after me," Zoe emphatically said.

"Yes, it is," Willow agreed as Brett nodded. "What do you want us to do?"

Zoe returned to the bed and got on her hands and knees. She handed Willow her strap-on and explained how to put it on and buckle it up. The young woman's eyes widened as the double end, which was almost as large as Brett's cock, slid inside her wet pussy. "Ready?" Zoe queried. Her lovers nodded. "Brett, swing around. I want your mouth on my pussy. Willow, get your tongue in my ass. No fucking around, Willow. I want your tongue buried in there as deep as possible, okay?"

The young lovers obeyed swiftly and were soon licking, kissing, and tonguing Zoe's love holes. Their tongues speared into her cunt and ass, and their hands roamed over her leanly muscular body, helping to drive her to her peak. Brett's semen-covered cock hadn't fully re-inflated yet, so Zoe took it in her mouth and sucked and licked it back to rigidity.

When it was, she told Brett to turn around, lie back and hold his cock so it pointed straight up. When he had, Zoe climbed on Brett and guided his cock into her needy snatch. Then, she looked over her shoulder at Willow. "Use the lube on the dresser to oil your 'cock' and then stick it in my ass." Willow gasped nervously but did what Zoe ordered. It took a few tries before she managed to position the strap-on correctly and force it into Zoe's ass. "Well done, baby," Zoe cooed as she rode Brett and shoved back at Willow's invading 'cock'.

Zoe had suppressed her desires to ensure her sex pupils successfully learned their lessons. However, now that she could concentrate on her own pleasure, it didn't take long before she crested and screamed as a massive orgasm blew her off the top of Mount Climax. She slumped onto Brett's chest and lightly dozed as Willow pulled out of her ass and took off the strap-on. Brett's exhausted cock slowly deflated and fell from Zoe's tight cunt. Willow cuddled into their side, and they joined Zoey in a short nap.

Zoe woke them up sometime later and herded her lovers into the shower. They washed each other lovingly before drying off and dressing. Lisa arrived home at her usual time of six and found the three teenagers sitting around her kitchen table with their books open and studying.

"Hey, Mum," Zoe said brightly. "This is Willow and Brett. Their mums are two for whom I babysit. Willow and Brett, my mum."

"Hello, Mrs Carter," the teenagers said courteously. Brett added, "I hope you don't mind, but Zoe's helping us with our maths."

"Of course, I don't mind," Lisa replied, impressed with their politeness and studiousness. Although they were a bit young, she thought they'd be good friends for Zoe. "Please call me Lisa. We don't stand on ceremony amongst friends." She looked at the clock and concernedly asked, "When do you need to be home?"

"We were waiting for you, Mum," Zoe explained. "Brett will ride his bike home, but can you take Willow?"

"I wondered whose bike was out front," Lisa mused. "Sure, I can take you home, Willow. Come on, let's get it done."

"Thank you, Mrs Carter," Willow gushed. She thought Zoe's mum was the second most sexy thing she'd seen besides Zoe. Lisa was Zoe perfectly matured and seasoned, Willow thought. She wondered if Zoe's mum was bisexual like her daughter and if she'd like a teenage lover if she was.

Zoe caught Willow's interest in her mother even though Lisa didn't seem to. Zoe decided to let her mum take Willow home alone and see what happened, so she said, "I'll start dinner while you're taking Willow home, Mum."

"Okay," Lisa agreed, pleased to be alone with the well-stacked young woman. "She wondered if Willow had any lesbian fantasies and wondered if she dared ask her on their way to Willow's home.

Zoe and Brett waited until Lisa had left with Willow before embracing. "See ya at school tomorrow, Brett. But be cool, okay? The last thing we need is the teachers discovering that we fuck." She waited for his agreement before she broached, "What do you think about me inviting another boy next time? That way, you two could swap between Willow and me. Take turns fucking us, spit-roasting us, and double-teaming us. What do you say?"

"I'd say you'll do what you want and somehow convince the rest of us to obey your instructions," Brett chuckled as he got on his bike.

"You're probably right," Zoe agreed. "But a hard no is a hard no, and I'll respect that, Brett."

"It's not a 'hard no'. Brett said over his shoulder as he rode away.

The End.