THE TROUBLE WITH BABYSITTING

BY THOM
thombabble@eml.cc

[ part 3 ]

Marsha and I couldn’t contain ourselves for an entire week waiting for Friday to come so that we could baby sit again for Mrs. Windsor and Molly and so we didn’t. We got together twice during the week at Marsha’s house when school let out because her parents weren’t home from work until after 6.

It wasn’t exactly the same thing as being at Mrs. Windsor’s though. We didn’t have any of the neat stockings and garter belts and leather boots and gloves or the strapons and other sex toys that she had. We had to improvise with what we had. And besides it was going to be a whole lot better with dom Molly and Mrs. Windsor. They were more experienced and would be able to show us stuff we didn’t know.

But Marsha knew that she wanted to be tied up really tightly and experience some pain so that her sexual arousal would reach its peak and she wouldn’t be able to get off until she was completely crazed and begging me to frig her. Just hearing her talk about it made me want to touch myself. I couldn’t wait to get started but I wasn’t sure where exactly to start.

Marsha suggested that the basement was about as disgusting a place as she could imagine and that it would be suitable for finding things to tie her up, hit her with and might even have something we could use as a fake dick in case I wanted to fuck her that way. I had gotten kind of into the strapon business as a way of fucking my friend but I didn’t mind using my hand either or even my mouth. Having my mouth on Mrs. Windsor’s pussy the last time we were over there was still on my mind. I was wondering why I hadn’t gotten into this girl stuff before now. Though the bondage and the discipline was making it even more appealing to me.

We went down into the basement to see what we could cobble together. Marsha was right, it was disgusting. I think her parents must have just thrown shit down there and forgotten about the place. They had a washer and dryer in a bathroom on the second floor, so there wasn’t any reason to go to the basement at all. We found pieces of rope which would work for the binding and some paint stirrers that would make great paddles to spank with. We found some old leather garden gloves that would help make up for the long leather gloves that we wore at Mrs. Windsor’s. There were some old soda bottles that we decided to use as dildos since Marsha really wanted to be fucked by something hard in both of her bottom holes. I told her to go wash them in the sink and find something to lubricate them with like the stuff we had found at Mrs. Windsor’s while I got things ready down stairs.

While she was gone, I managed to get some ropes over the floor joists in the basement and had them dangling down, waiting for Marsha. I had found a black clothe bag that I thought would make a good hood for Marsha that would prevent her from seeing what I was up to and I imagined would just heighten the torment and thus her arousal.

Marsha came down stairs with a couple of clean soda bottles, some lubricating jelly and bless her, two pair of very high heel shoes for she and I to wear with just thin straps to hold them on. She started to strip off her clothes as soon as she saw the ropes coming down from the ceiling. I followed suit and admonished her not to touch herself even though we were both getting really turned on by the scene we were creating.

We both put on our leather gloves and I secured her wrists together in front of her with a small piece of rope and then pulled her hands up above her head, really tightly with one of the ropes hanging down from the ceiling. It had the effect of raising her off the floor so that only the balls of her feet were touching. She was completely stretched out. Her rib cage was showing and her stomach was pulled in. I next dropped the hood over her head and I could hear her panting inside of it in anticipation. I wondered if she might not come just thinking about what was about to happen next.

I put some more ropes around her. One at her elbows above her head, one at her knees and one at her ankles so that she was bound up like a sausage. I desperately wanted to be able to tie one of those ropes around her waist and between her legs like we had seen in the magazines at Mrs. Windsor’s but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. Lastly, I put on my high heel shoes and I clicked around on the basement floor with them. I thought how much I would like to see what all of this looked like and I spotted a full length mirror abandoned in the corner. I retrieved it and propped it up against a support pole that was near by. I could see myself, naked in my very, high heel shoes and Marsha dangling from the ceiling, naked with a black hood over her head.

It was really arousing watching this in the mirror and I touched myself with my gloved hand. The glove was really rough and all bumpy and dirty from being used. It hurt to rub myself but felt exquisite at the same time. I tried it on Marsha and she moaned loudly in pleasure. I then danced around her the best I could with a paint stirrer in each hand and randomly whacked her here and there. Because of the hood, she couldn’t tell where I was going to hit her next.

Pretty soon she was begging me to make her come and I knew I had to make myself come pretty soon too or I was going to jump out of my skin. I dropped the paddles and took off Marsha’s hood so she could watch. I took one gloved hand and touched myself with it and her with the other and pulled roughly on our cunnies. Marsha twisted around so she could see herself and I in the mirror as I got us both off several times. We could have kept at it for quite awhile, we were feeling so hot but I was anxious to get on to the next scene where Marsha would be doing me with her mouth.

I undid her bonds from her legs and the ceiling but left her hands tied together in front of her and led her over to a weight bench that her parents had. I laid her on her back on the bench and tied her hands above her head to the weight bar that was resting there. It had 25 pounds on each end of it so she wasn’t going anywhere. I took a length of rope and tied her to the bench at her waist so she wouldn’t slip off for this next part. I took two longer lengths of rope and tied them to her ankles and pulled her legs up and apart, attaching the ropes to the basement ceiling. With a little bit of pull, I was able to raise her bottom off of the bench just a bit, exposing both holes very nicely.

Marsha was moaning in delight about being in this position and begging me to touch her pussy. I too was thinking it was quite a site and I was able to give myself a little more rough hand work with the garden glove. I was going to make Marsha suffer a bit longer though because I had great things in mind for her.

I lubed up one of the soda bottles that Marsha had cleaned and I carefully inserted the neck of it in her back hole, just up to the wide part. I didn’t want to lose it in there. I then took the other bottle and put it in her front hole, just about as deep as the other one. I found a concrete block and sat it on the bench between her spread legs and against the bottles so they didn’t slip out when she started to wiggle around. She said it was delicious having her holes stuffed. It reminded her of the strapons at Mrs. Windsor’s and we both agreed that we couldn’t wait to be back there to see what Mrs. Windsor and little Molly might put us through.

I straddled the bench and Marsha over her face, leaning down toward her middle. I pushed my sweet spot onto her mouth and told her to get busy. Balancing myself on one hand, I used my free hand to jig her with the garden glove so that we could both have our pleasure. This scene was really hot and we both got off like a zillion times before I let her up. We thought Mrs. Windsor would be very proud of us and we couldn’t wait to tell her about our activities.

We were all a dither when we got to Mrs. Windsor’s house Friday evening. She came to the door dressed in her dom outfit of thigh high hose and garter belt, leather boots and leather gloves. She didn’t have on either panties or a bra. She looked so sexy, Marsha and I were ready to kneel down and beg her to let us eat her pussy. Even little dom Molly was in her little outfit of boots and gloves and naked otherwise. Marsha had so enjoyed eating her little cunny the last time we were here that she hardly talked about anything else.

“Wait until we tell you what we did this week Mrs. Windsor. We think you will be proud of what we’ve learned to do and did to each other.”

After we told her the story, she said “I am very proud of you two. I think maybe the next time you come over we could bring some of our customers here and we could all have a good time together. What do you think about that?”

“Sounds fine to us,” we said, “if you think it would be okay. We’re up to anything you would like to do.”

Mrs. Windsor had a great scene lined up for us that evening. I was to be completely naked but Marsha got to put on the garter belt with the hose and the boots and gloves. She also got to wear a really big dick strapon. I think it was the biggest dick in the closet. I was sure hoping that it wasn’t going into me because I didn’t think I could take it in. Mrs. Windsor tied Marsha on her back on the bed. Her arms were stretched above her and tied to the head board. Marsha’s knees and ankles were secured together and then her ankles were tied to the foot of the bed. Mrs. Windsor had pulled the ropes so tight; I don’t think Marsha could move it all. She looked amazing though with the big dick sticking straight up out of her middle.

I was next to get tied up. I had my wrists and arms bound behind my back and then ropes around my upper body. I got my wish about the crotch rope lesson only it was on me but I watched carefully so I could do one the next time. Mrs. Windsor is really good with ropes and knots and it was some uncomfortable tight, pushing up into my cunny. I also had my knees and ankles tied tightly together.

So that I wouldn’t tip over, Mrs. Windsor looped a big thick rope through one of the hooks in the ceiling and then tied it around my neck like a noose. She didn’t pull it so tight that I was like hanging there but if I moved much from side to side, I could sure feel it pulling on my neck. I could see myself hanging there from the mirrors on the wall across the room and in between was Marsha all stretched out with her big dick sticking up like a foot.

Once we were all bound up, as immobile as two little girls could be, the fun began for Mrs. Windsor and little dom Molly. The reason I had been tied up naked instead of having the boots and gloves on was that little Molly was to take a cat-o-nine tails and whip me with it. While she was doing that, Mrs. Windsor climbed up on the bed and squatted down over the big dick, taking the full of it into her vagina.

Mrs. Windsor thought it was really hot watching Molly whip me while I was hanging there and she got off on fucking Marsha’s big dick like a 100 times before she told Molly to stop whipping me and to climb onto the bed. Molly knew just what to do. Facing her mother, she put her cunny down on Marsha’s mouth and commanded Marsha to start licking her. She and Mrs. Windsor, who was still sliding up and down on Marsha’s big dick, leaned into one another. Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Molly grabbed a hold of Mrs. Windsor’s erect nipples and held on tightly as they rose and fell with Mrs. Windsor’s cantering over Marsha.

Well, as you can imagine, Molly couldn’t hit me very hard with the whip, I mean she could barely lift the thing but I was incredibly aroused watching her in the mirrors use the cat-o-nine tails on me while gazing over Mrs. Windsor fucking Marsha or maybe it was Marsha fucking Mrs. Windsor. But whenever little dom Molly pushed her cunny onto Marsha’s mouth and then leaned in to grab Mrs. Windsor’s tits, I was completely gone. Through Mrs. Windsor’s last dozen or so orgasms, I was begging, more like screaming for someone to touch me. I was thinking of hanging myself just to be rid of the burning desire between my legs.

Mrs. Windsor finally decided to pause her own pleasure and she climbed off of Marsha. She told Molly to come over to me and finger me with her gloved hand until she could get Marsha untied. Molly, always eager to obey her mother, jumped off of Marsha’s face and came over to me. She took two fingers of her gloved hand and, like an expert, she pushed them into my front hole, all of the way up to her top knuckle and thrust them back and forth. Waves of orgasms swept over me the second she touched me and she kept finger fucking me until Mrs. Windsor got Marsha up off the bed and retied her hands and arms behind her back. Mrs. Windsor walked Marsha over to where I was hanging and had her kneel in front of me to eat me out. Marsha still had her big dick on so when I saw her coming, I was a bit concerned until she kneeled. Marsha had gotten really good with her tongue on my pussy, knowing just where and how to put pressure on my clit with it and her lips. I had no problem getting off a bunch more times with her mouth there.

Marsha was going to be last that night to have her pleasure but it was quite the scene and I still get hot thinking about it. I was tied on the bed on my back this time, with a strapon. My dick wasn’t’ as big as Mrs. Windsor’s had been so I was pretty certain that it was meant for Marsha and I was right. Still with her hands and arms tied behind her back, Mrs. Windsor helped Marsha squat down over my dick and take it into her pussy. Meanwhile, Mrs. Windsor put on a strapon of her own, a small one, and lubed it up.

Pushing Marsha’s head down toward mine, she gained access to Marsha’s back hole. Mrs. Windsor took some lube and greased up one of the fingers of her glove and shoved it into Marsha’s rosebud, stretching it a bit. Before it completely closed, Mrs. Windsor shoved her dick into Marsha’s ass. Marsha was in a sandwich with Mrs. Windsor and me as the bread, both of us fucking her mightily with our dicks. Marsha brought her mouth to mine and we kissed the best we could only mostly Marsha just sucked air while she came a bunch of times from the fucking.

We all had to pee really badly by this time so we all got untied and naked and went into the bathroom and took turns peeing on one another. We had enjoyed doing it so much the last time that we were all enthusiastic about doing it again. We agreed that we would make water sports the way we would end our evenings together from now on.

After we were cleaned up with showers and dressed again, Mrs. Windsor and Molly gave us hugs and kisses goodbye and told us how much they enjoyed the evening. Not as much as we did, Marsha and I exclaimed. Mrs. Windsor said she was serious about having some customers over the next time we were together and we agreed to come the following weekend.

Marsha and I walked home in each other’s arms. We were still horny from the evening despite having had like a zillion comes at the hands of Mrs. Windsor, Molly, and each other. We got to my house first and we decided to just sleep over there so that we could frig each other the rest of the night reliving the wonderful time we had at Mrs. Windsor’s and looking forward to the next weekend.