Dog
Star's 
Linnie
Part II
Part I can be found here
Linnie was ready for the next step of her education.
I drove to pick her up for her babysitting assignment. On the way to our house, I asked Linnie how much she’d been thinking of sex since I introduced her to lesbian lovemaking. “A lot” was her answer, and her face glowed as confirmation.
“It’s still our secret, right?” I asked, and she assured me it was.
As planned, my son Joey greeted Linnie when we arrived and my husband, Joe Sr., was in the shower. I banged on a downstairs pipe knowing Joe would hear it upstairs. That was our signal. I walked Linnie upstairs ostensibly to show her some new sexy panties I bought. Joe came out of the master bath with perfect timing. Linnie stared but otherwise didn’t say a word. Joe apologized but didn’t exactly rush to cover up. He must have been thinking of her because his dick was nearly at half-mast and growing. Linnie got the planned eyeful and then some.
I showed her the panties, “You should get some like this,” I said while rubbing the luxurious fabric up and down her arm. “They’re so silky soft, don’t you think so? It feels so great wearing them, even better than wearing nothing at all.”
“They feel nice, but no way would my mom let me buy anything like this.”
“She doesn’t have to know. Maybe we could go shopping together. It would be just us girls.”
I saw the wheels turning; weighing her desire for sexy panties against hiding them from her mom. Of course there were bigger things at stake now hiding from her mom. It was time for the hook.
I said, “He looks good doesn’t he?” She was stricken, not knowing how to respond. I continued, “It’s OK, you can tell me anything. I mean, you haven’t seen naked boys or men in the flesh, so take my word for it, Joe’s got a nice cock, and you saw the video—he knows what to do with it.”
Now she was really tongue-tied. I imagined how wet and tasty she’d be right then. I bet she was doing some heavy imagining of her own.
When Joe and I were in the car, he asked me “The cams are set, right?”
“Of course they are, my love.”
We had a nice night out but we couldn’t help having our minds partly on what we’d find when we got home. We were both convinced that Linnie would fool around with our son Joey in some way. Except for bathrooms, we had enough web cams in place to capture anything that happened.
After our evening, I paid Linnie and drove her home. I had a hard time deciphering her mood, so I’d have to wait until I got back home to see what transpired.
“The little devil DID fuck her! I know it.” Joe said as soon as I walked in the door. He’d peeked ahead.
“Show me.” I walked to the computer, and sure enough, everything was on the videos.
After Joey went to bed, Linnie started to watch a DVD, one of the babysitter movies we left out for her. Soon her pants were down and she was masturbating furiously. That’s when Joey snuck downstairs to watch her. She didn’t notice him until she climaxed. She hurriedly pulled her pants up, and then realized Joey had in turn dropped his pajama pants, sporting a cute little hard-on. Her embarrassment morphed with the opportunity. She invited him to sit next to her, while she asked him if he’d ever watched the porn DVDs. He admitted that he had and told her he liked the ones where the woman had really big tits. Joe and I chuckled while watching him say that. Joey asked if he could see hers, acknowledging that he knew (smart kid I’m bringing up) hers weren’t “that big yet.”
While she did a little striptease for my son, Joey got out of the rest of his pajamas. Joe remarked, “I don’t remember getting erections when I was that age.”
“You didn’t have parents who let you watch porn, and you didn’t have a naked teen to ogle either.”
“The little squirt sure has a nice dick.”
“Just like his Dad,” I said, making Joe smile. I noticed my husband also had an erection straining his pants.
They fondled each other while watching the video. As things evidently heated up on the TV screen, Linnie heated up as well. I pretty well knew which scene on the DVD they were watching because they mimicked everything. Linnie got onto her hands and knees on the sofa and Joey got behind her. Their eyes were glued to the TV as Joey entered her and began thrusting his little ass back and forth. I saw her wince once, so that must have been her cherry getting ripped. I turned to look at my husband, who was practically panting at the thought he may have the ripe young girl someday soon.
“She’s quite a cummer…you’ll see,” I said as I unbuckled Joe’s pants. He needed relief, after all.
When they switched to missionary, it didn’t take long for Linnie to groan and convulse. The whole thing startled Joey a little. In the meantime, I fell to my knees and began to suck Joe’s hard and leaking cock. It didn’t take long for him to be cumming in my mouth.
As he moaned his cumming pleasure, Joe said, “Look! I think he came!”
“That’s impossible,” I blurted, yet when he pulled out of Linnie he left a small creampie behind and his dick had a few telltale drops on it. “I’ll be damned!” I said.
“At his age?” Joe stammered.
“I didn’t think that was possible, but at least we can be sure he fired blanks, right?” I asked, thinking that my son was still years from puberty.
“I hope so.”
Joe was extremely horny when we went to bed. Probably imagining that it was Linnie under him, he fucked me like a madman. I didn’t mind; a good fuck is a good fuck, and a good orgasm is a good orgasm.
As I’d predicted, my husband didn’t like the idea his son had her before he did. The further grooming of Linnie continued. I made an excuse to call her about a potential babysitting date, though my call was for other reasons. As innocently as I could I asked her if she wanted to go shopping with me, reminding her about my sexy panties. She was all for it. We went to a few boutiques. One of the clerks said that it was sweet seeing a mother so open about her daughter buying such intimate apparel. We didn’t correct her.
In the car, she thanked me profusely for buying her the skimpy panties and bras. “What the clerk said…you are like a second mom to me, you know.”
I winked at her and said, “I appreciate that. Like, you’re almost a daughter to me, especially in teaching you about sex.”
She blushed, and said, “Yeah, that too.”
“Would you like to go to my house and model those for me? I’d like that a lot.”
“Will your husband and Joey be home?”
“Even if they are, we’ll go to my bedroom. They won’t bother us girls.”
When we entered the house, both Linnie and Joey were nervous around each other. Of course, neither of them knew that we videoed their little fuck party. I warned my men to leave us alone as I guided Linnie up to my bedroom. While she stripped down to try on the new undies, I stripped too, showing my best and sexiest panties and bra I’d worn that day.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look fantastic!” I said as she modeled for me. “Don’t they feel divine?”
“They feel really nice, but I can’t look fantastic…not like you do,” she said.
“Someday you’ll know how beautiful you are. Come here and kiss me,” I said, but I didn’t wait, going to her and gathering her into my arms. She wasn’t a stranger to hot kissing anymore, so she melted into me and our lips and tongues worked furiously until we were both breathless.
Oblivious to the fact my husband and son were downstairs, Linnie and I made love. Both of us gave and received multiple orgasms. When we were finished and satisfied, I talked to her about Joe.
“What do you think about Joe? The reason I ask is that he keeps telling me how beautiful you are, and I know,” I said, tittering, “he gets hard, like, when he talks about you.” I let her digest that for a few seconds. “You see, he knows me really well, and so I think he’s guessed that we’ve made love…like today.”
“Is he mad at me…or you?”
“On the contrary, I think he wants to…you know…make love to you too. Be your first.”
I knew she was thinking about Joey, and that Joe’s opportunity to go “first” had already been lost. Yet I knew she was also remembering the video I’d let her watch, and perhaps also the glimpse she had of my naked husband after he showered that day. Her hornies were showing; I trained her well.
“He’s good looking, like, not like other dads,” she said. “Does he really want me? I mean, he has you.”
“See, you’re selling yourself short again.” I caressed her perfect little titlets. “Any man…or woman…would be crazy not to want to have sex with you. Don’t the boys all chase you around?”
“No…no they don’t. Not like that.”
“Then they’re stupid, and it’s their loss.” And my gain! I went for the big hook, “What if Joe took you out on a real date…a grown-up date? Make believe he’s your boyfriend. The rest would be up to you.”
“I don’t know. My mom—”
“We can pretend you’re babysitting. Your mother would never know.” I said then continued “You could sneak a pretty dress over here before…” While I said this, I saw the wheels spinning—and her growing arousal at the idea. She was contemplating her first date, and with an adult male she found attractive, no less. I reached down and felt her pussy; it was dripping like I knew it would be. “Remember the video of Joe and me,” I said before going down on her, drinking from the fountain that was her young teen sex. Her orgasm was quite the squirter.
Separately, we planned out the “date.” Joe and I scripted the scenario like it was a grand play. Then I solidified the pretend angle with Linnie. We set it up for a Saturday night. We coaxed Joey into spending the night at his friend Brian’s house. Since Linnie’s babysitting job with us was pretty routine, it took no coaxing to have her mother agree for her to spend the night here in case we “came home too late.”
On the big day I helped Linnie get all dolled up, with her sexy panties, nice make up, her party dress and no bra. If I didn’t already know what she tasted like, I’d say she looked good enough to eat. Joe made reservations at a fancy restaurant in another town; not wanting anyone who knew us to see them out like this and ask questions. I waved goodbye as they got in the car, and then set about making the bedroom a candle-lit love nest. I also chilled a bottle of champagne.
Of course it wasn’t until the next day that Joe told me all about the dinner. He’d worked hard at impressing her with his knowledge of menu items even as he commented how pretty and adult she looked. He managed to have her take a few sips of his cocktail when the waiter wasn’t around; a fruity one he normally wouldn’t order but knew she’d like it. She did, enhancing the whole “adult” vibe. He’d arranged for one of those tables with a semi-circular bench, and by dessert time they were sitting right next to each other and he was rubbing her leg while she was spooning ice cream into his mouth. I wish I could’ve seen that.
He was acting more her age, like the teenager she really was, when they got home. I was wearing my best silk pajamas when I met them at the door with flutes of champagne. After a few solid sips, she declared she liked champagne. I made sure her flute got refilled. While they chatted (I overheard him asking her about the porn DVDs) I went upstairs to finish the bedroom’s preparation. Condoms and lube on the nightstand—check. Candles lit—check. Soft, sexy music playing on the Bose—check. Web cam aimed on the bed—check. When I got back downstairs, they were already making out hot and heavy on the sofa. Her last glass of champagne stood empty on the end table. God, did she look good! I was happy for my husband. I caught Joe’s eye and motioned that the bedroom was ready. I could see she was tipsy from the drinks, as he just about carried her upstairs while I proceeded to the den, and our computer. This was how I would be the voyeur.
She was giggling as Joe slipped her dress off and kissed one of her nipples. I shouldn’t have been surprised that she didn’t have her panties on; they must be on the sofa or floor downstairs where they were obviously removed. She gasped audibly when Joe undressed and exposed his fast-growing cock. He carried her to the bed and laid next to her, kissing her again. After their lips separated, she put her head on his abdomen and began playing with his erection, like she was studying it. She picked her head up and looked at Joe, saying something about “juice.” He must be leaking pre-cum like crazy.
My hand was inside my pajama pants and I was fingering myself, knowing it wouldn’t take long for me to cum as I watched their foreplay.
Joe went down on her at around the time I had my first orgasm. He told her how pretty she was down there and that he was the luckiest man in the world. After several minutes he propped her ass on a pillow to raise it, then reached for a condom and the tube of lube.
Lying there with her legs apart and looking up in awe at my husband and his erection as he rolled on the condom, Linnie looked so deliciously beautiful. Flashing fingertips delivered my second orgasm.
Joe spread a generous amount of the lube over his condom-encased cock before rubbing some on her vulva, all the while explaining why. Almost whispering, she said something about “too big…” so she knew what was coming. On his knees and with her legs against his chest, Joe slid into her about an inch and then stopped. No rush, he slid into her a piece at a time, gauging her reaction each time before going further.
He was only half-way in when he sighed and said, “You feel so good…so tight. I think I’m in heaven!”
His movements were slow and methodical at first. It took a while for her to get accustomed to his girth (this wasn’t Joey after all) but eventually I heard her mewling like a lost kitten and saw her hips move in time with his thrusts. Joe fucked her like that—upright on his knees—for a while, then leaned down on top of her. Her legs spread wide to accommodate him as he whispered something to her I couldn’t hear.
Whatever he said solicited a response. She grabbed his ass like a veteran fuckee and urged him deeper and harder. She was cumming almost immediately after that, squealing loudly. I saw Joe’s ass muscles scrunch up and relax in a steady rhythm. He was cumming too. He must have swelled a bit more as he ejaculated, for she surely felt every pulse of his cumming cock, squealing even louder still, probably from another orgasmic wave. I had my third orgasm right about then.
They were quiet for a while as he climbed off her and she came down from her orgasm. I heard her say something like “a lot,” before he removed the condom and handed it to her.
Linnie turned the spent condom open side down and let its contents spill out on her chest. She giggled as Joe rubbed his semen over her tits and their taut little nipples.
“Next time I’ll cum all over you like I did with Karen,” Joe said. Linnie swooned and her eyes rolled back a bit; probably up to that point not contemplating a “next time.”
Maybe I wasn’t thinking of the possibility either. I thought Oh my God, she’s spending the night! I had my fourth orgasm.
They showered together, no doubt talking about me while Joe exercised his foreplay options. I left the den before they came padding downstairs in robes. She looked cute wearing my robe that basically was too big for her. Joe poured the last of the champagne while I kissed Linnie and asked her how it felt.
After she gulped some champagne, she giggles and said, “It felt so gooooood…better than I thought it would be, especially since he’s much bigger than—”
She caught herself before she said my son’s name.
I smiled and said, “It’s okay, Linnie. We know about you doing it with Joey.”
If she hadn’t been drinking and just been fucked, she would probably have been mortified. Instead, she blushed, giggled, reached into Joe’s robe, palmed his cock, and responded “He’s MUCH bigger!”
Joe’s cock swelled proudly upon the compliment.
I called out for a pizza and then rounded up another bottle of champagne, one we’d saved for a special occasion. This was a special occasion, wasn’t it?
When Linnie went to the bathroom, Joe asked me if I saw everything. I said, “What did you say to her that got her going?”
“I knew you’d shown her the video we made, so I told her that it was a good thing I was wearing protection since I cum so much she’d surely get pregnant.”
“You devil, you!”
“It worked, didn’t it?” he said with a big, boyish grin.
We ate pizza, polished off the second bottle, and then Joe and Linnie went up to the bedroom for round two. I sat in front of the computer and watched. My attention was drawn to all the candles and pondered how lucky we’d been not to have the house burn down while we ate and drank.
Joe explained positions, reminding her of what she’d seen in those movies we let her watch. She tried to perform fellatio but Joe proved too big for her petite mouth. Instead, he had her sit astride him and coaxed her down on him and his generously lubed condom. Her breath caught, and then she uttered a cross between a sigh and a groan when she lowered herself onto him a bit too quickly.
He held her hips and said, “Don’t force it, hon. It’s up to you…go at your own pace. I’ll just lie here and admire your beautiful teen body.”
His comment worked. She began to move up and down, awkwardly at first until she found a natural rhythm that seemed to work for her. I thought that girl is sure going to be sore tomorrow, never mind the hangover she’s sure to have, but for now she obviously had let all virgin jitters slide away and let her body react to all the sensations.
Watching that little ass of hers undulate over Joe’s wet cock like that had me cum again. My fingers were soaked.
Her pace picked up so I knew she was ready to orgasm. She came with a wail much louder than before. Joe said, “You want to see it like in the video?” When she nodded frantically, he pushed her off him and onto her back, ripped off the condom, and with a finger of his other hand working to keep her orgasm going, he pumped several hefty streams of hot cum all over her. She wailed again, probably from more orgasmic spasms.
Later, I made sure the candles were all safely out. I kissed each of them in turn, telling Linnie that she earned my place in his bed for the night. I slept on the sofa, but not before I masturbated to one more glorious orgasm. In the morning I’d see how many more times they fucked, but for now I’d dream of a future with our ‘babysitter.’ How many more times could we arrange for a sleepover like tonight? How many times could we bring Linnie with us on vacations? Would Joey join us at some point in a foursome made in heaven?
“We’ll see,” I whispered to myself as I fell asleep to the muffled sounds of a thumping bed coming from upstairs. She certainly will be sore tomorrow.
To be continued…
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