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Linnie

 

“You’re incorrigible, dear!” my husband teased me when I made a comment about our latest babysitter.

“You don’t think she looks hot?” I challenged.

“Karen, it’s her youth that will get us in trouble, not her looks.”

“But think what her looks WILL get us.”

Joe grudgingly admitted I was right.  Linnie, which was what everyone called Lynnette, was a dark, slightly chubby, gorgeous brunette with a great ass and what looked to be the makings of D-cup breasts some day.  Remarkably, she was only fourteen.  I had fantasy visions of sucking on her nipples as well as other body parts, while I was sure Joe longed for her cherry.

Even if he didn’t realize it, soon after the first evening that Linnie babysat for us Joe began grooming the girl.  My hubby was a great looking man, so most girls were naturally attracted to him.  Of course we had no idea what her sexual history was or whether she was still a virgin, but she seemed shy and naïve enough that we made the commitment.  Before the second babysitting assignment, Joe left some porn DVDs out in the open near the TV.  They were typical “young girl loses her virginity” themes with good looking men deflowering girls with pigtails and fake braces to make them look younger than they were.

After Joe took her home, we saw that Linnie had taken the bait.  The DVD cases had at least been moved, so more than likely the movies had been watched too.

The next step in our effort was to ask Linnie to supervise Joey’s (our son, Joe Jr.) bath while we were out.  Joey was seven, and we never hid anything sexual from him.  He knew what his penis would be used for someday, besides pissing.  The following day, Joey was quick to tell us how Linnie had first stared at his dick, “accidently” touched it a couple of times, and then gasped as the little tentacle grew stiff in the bathtub.

“Looking good,” was Joe’s comment when he heard.

“Yes, but I want her first,” was mine.

Joey began asking when the next time would come for Linnie to babysit him.  I guess he was ready for more naked bath time, but I wouldn’t say anything to encourage my little man.  When I next asked Linnie to sit for us, I asked her if she liked the job.  She was effusive in her response that she liked us and Joey.  During this date, I switched out our ‘bait’ DVDs with some girl-girl ones, or rather movies that specialized in older women with younger girls (legal age, of course).

The following day, my son quickly and without any self-consciousness told me how cool it was that Linnie had showered at our house and invited him to join her when she caught him looking.  “She’s pretty.  It was cool to see her without clothes and to…ah…” he said.

“Did she touch you…or you touch her?”

He blushed, the little hellion.  “Maybe once or twice.  I got stiff.”

“I’m sure you did.”  I didn’t think boys his age could cum yet, but curiosity was still curiosity, and I guessed blood flow was still blood flow.  I left our conversation there, not asking any more questions.

A few weeks later Joe set things up.  One evening when I wasn’t “feeling well” Joe made arrangements to go out, asking Linnie to sit Joey even though I’d be home.  Linnie was a bit nervous having me there, but I set the ground rules for her to be comfortable and respond to my son’s needs and not mine.  Of course no bath or shower this time, so Joey went to bed unhappy.   Later, I told Linnie I was feeling better, so she and I watched television.  That’s when I brought up Joey and the DVDs.

“Joey told me, you know.”  She was mortified, and sputtered out excuses and rebuttals.  I shushed her and told her that I wasn’t angry, and that I understood her curiosity and burgeoning sexuality.  “When I was about your age I played with my little brother but didn’t go further because deep down I knew he was too young and it would mess him up.  That’s the only thing concerning me about Joey; that he’s too young to understand what’s going on.”  She muttered a string of apologies and I-won’t-do-it-agains.  That’s when I told her I was happy she watched the DVDs.   “I’m assuming you’ve never had sex and I know that at your age there’s a natural curiosity as to what it’s all about.  Did you enjoy them?”

Her blush was deep scarlet.  “They were…they weren’t what I expected…sex, I mean.”

“That’s understandable.  I’m sure you wonder what boys are all about, and what that thing in their pants will do, but I bet you’ve thought about girls too.”

She blushed again.  “Not like in those movies!”  Breathlessly, she said, “You guys are cool…having those movies, leaving them around you know, like out so I could watch them.  My mom would never have those movies, and she would kill me if I had them.”

“Joe and I are quite a bit more understanding of our sexual needs.  That’s why we don’t keep secrets from Joey.  He knows all about sex.”

“Wow,” she said in an exhale, “I still don’t.  Thank you Mrs. Johnson for being so open with me, I appreciate it a lot.”

“Please, call me Karen.  So, back to the movies; what did you think about this one?” I said as I picked up one of the DVD cases and showed it to her.  “It’s my favorite.”

She answered with another “Wow,” before saying, “You mean, like, you watch this, and like, you get excited, like horny?”

“Why else would I watch it over and over again?” I said with a grin.  “I take it the video aroused you?  That’s cool, or maybe I should say hot!”  She got my joke and chuckled.

“Yeah, I was hot…down there,” she said, giggling.

“Would you like to watch it again?  At least until Joe gets home.”

She blushed, but I bet she also creamed, and oh did I wish I could taste her!  “If you want to, Karen,” she said, in almost a whisper.

As I placed the disc in the player, I said, “It’ll be our little secret,” and winked.  I had no way of knowing if Joey was really asleep.  Maybe he was spying on us with a little boner, but what could I do about that?  The remote in hand, I jumped ahead to the second scene, which was my favorite.  The older woman looked a little like me, so that was the bonus I counted on.

It was a seduction scene; the older woman seducing the younger girl, eventually talking her out of her clothes. As is customary in lesbian porn, the young girl climaxed quickly—and loudly—when the woman performed cunnilingus on her shaven pussy.  Then the woman tutored her young partner in doing the same.  Linnie stared wide-eyed as the scene unfolded, scrunching her thighs together tightly at the moment the girl had her orgasm.

“I miss that so much!” I said, as my hand found its way into my pants, stroking—such is the power of this video.  I hoped it had the same power over Linnie.

“But you have your husband…if you, like, want sex.  Why do you miss it?” she asked, as the next scene began, a woman masturbating with a vibrator.

I feigned embarrassment.  “I’m so sorry sweetheart, I meant with another woman.”

“Really?”

“Ah, yes, there’s something special about sex between two women.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?  Is that why you’re showing me this?”

“No…yes…no…” I stammered, and then sighed heavily.  “You’re so beautiful…yes, I want to, but it’s not right.  You’re so young…I can’t…”

“You really think I’m beautiful?” she said, her face radiant.  “I’ll let you have sex with me, if that’s what you want.”

“It’s what I want, but maybe you’re not ready; like I’m sure you don’t want your first time to be with an old lady like me.  I’m sure I don’t arouse you like these movies arouse you…or like you arouse me.”

“Arouse means horny?” she said questioningly.  “I think I’m…aroused.”

“Are you wet?” I asked.

She looked at me for a few seconds, as if trying to decipher what I meant until she got it, and slipped her hand into her pants.  Oh how I wished that was my hand!  She pulled her hand away in wonder, “I am wet!”

“We both need to do what she’s doing,” I said, pointing to the TV.  The vibrator was humming and the girl was cumming.

“Do you have one of those things?”

“Better, I have two or three,” I said, smiling.  I went to my bedroom and got a vibrator out of my ‘toy’ drawer.  The actress in the scene was cumming loudly when I got back, with Linnie staring at the TV screen.  “I’ll show you,” I said as I pulled off my pants and panties before switching the DVD back to the beginning of that scene.  I began working the vibrator over and around my aching clit.  I knew it wouldn’t take long, especially with her next to me.  True to my prediction, I watched Linnie watch me, and came with a stifled scream.  I hoped Joey didn’t hear that.

I told her she could try it if she wanted to.  She pulled her jeans and panties down around her ankles and started mimicking my use of the vibrator on herself.  Her pudgy young vulva was beautiful.  She watched the video while I guided the vibrator in her hand to the right spot.

She yipped, “Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh…” over and over again until her eyes rolled back a bit, her body quivered, and she groaned, “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”  I swear the girl squirted; the couch was soaked under her.

“That was quite an orgasm, young lady,” I said as she looked up at me with hooded, smiling eyes.

“Thank you for teaching me all this,” she said.

“You’re entirely welcome, beautiful.  It might not have been sex, but watching you like that did this old lady good.”

“You’re not an old lady.”  She snuck a look at my bare pussy and said, “You shave down there.  That’s cool!  You are very pretty.”

“Why, thank you very much,” I said.  “You know, if you don’t want to ask your mom about shaving yourself down there, feel free to give me a call and I can help you.  We’ll keep that a secret between us girls,” I added with a giggle.

I hoped the ‘secret’ part worked out or I would be in a heap of trouble.

Joe made sure he made a lot of noise in the garage before coming into the house, so we had plenty of time to put our pants back on.  My husband paid Linnie and took her home.  When he returned, I showed him the wet spot on the couch.  “She’s a gusher,” I said.  Joe was salivating.  I told him all about the evening, including the promise to help shave her pubic hair, which would be my opening gambit to do more.

Beyond my wildest dreams, Linnie called me the following weekend and wanted to know if my invitation was still good.  Joe took Joey off on some sort of adventure while I got things ready.  When Linnie arrived she was extremely nervous.  I gave her the option to back out, all the while hoping she didn’t. 

She didn’t.

I ushered her to the master bath.  “You know, this will go much easier if we do it in the shower.  That’s where I shave.”

“Both of us?” she muttered.

“That’s what I mean, but if you don’t want to, I’ll understand…maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“It is,” she said just above a whisper.  When she began to undress, it was me salivating.  I quickly got undressed too.

The girl was even more sexy naked than I imagined.  Her breasts were so pretty; firm as only young, still growing breasts tend to be.  I wanted to touch them, play with them so badly, but I waited.  The moment would come later.  For her part, she couldn’t take her eyes off mine.

I knew what she was thinking.  “Don’t worry,” I said, “yours will be bigger than mine some day.”

“How can you tell?”

“A woman can see such things,” I answered, still dying to touch her.  I turned on the shower spray and adjusted the temperature before we both got in.  “Let me wash you first,” I said as I picked up the soap and began to lather her tender body.  She shivered from my touch.  I shivered too!  I tamed my excited nerves enough to shave her, though it was hard to concentrate since her prominent clit peeked out at me, begging for my attention.

While I was finishing up, I said to her, “You can touch them if you’d like.  I think you want to.”

Her hand went tentatively to my breasts.  Because I was so aroused, they were very tender and my nipples were stiff and achy.  As she squeezed and massaged first one then the other, I couldn’t help but moan, “Oh, Linnie! That feels so good!”

“Really?” she said.  “Would you like to touch mine? …they’re not so big…like yours.”

“Don’t say that sweetheart, yours are beautiful, and best of all they’re still growing,” I said, extending my hands out to touch her small yet firm breasts.  Her nipples puckered and stiffened even more as I caressed them.  “Do you like that?” I asked.

“Y…Yes…” she whispered, before gazing into my eyes and asking, “Are we going to have sex?”

“Only if you want to, sweetheart.  I don’t want you to feel like you have to do anything just because I want it.”

“You really want to, like, do it with me, like in the video?”

“Linnie, dear, I meant what I said last time.  You’re too beautiful not to desire.”

I saw that she was still torn between the natural, fearful reaction of most kids to their first time, and her clear arousal, spurred by the videos and our intimacy in the shower.  Trying not to be too eager, I guided her to my bedroom where we got onto the bed.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” I asked.

“You mean like with a boyfriend or something?  I guess not.”

“Let me show you how it’s done.”  My lips met hers as tenderly as I could do it.  I waited a few moments before working my tongue around her lips and urging them apart.  I made sure that as our lips came together our bodies did also.  As expected, it took a while for her nervousness to subside and her arousal to kick in, but when it did she proved to be a quick learner.  I was wet with anticipation.  Was she?

While our lips were still locked together, I moved her hand down from one of my breasts to my pussy.  She was startled by my immeasurable wetness and pulled away slightly before I managed to get her fingertips back there.  I broke the kiss and whimpered, “Remember what I said, I’m wet for you.”

“Do I feel like you do?” she said.  I sure was going to find out.  Now who was nervous?—I actually hesitated to touch her, even though I’d already touched her special pussy while I shaved her. 

She was so supremely wet I wondered if she’d just had a small orgasm.  That’s when I felt that pretty little clit pop out to meet my probing fingertips.

“Darling, you feel even better,” I eventually answered.  “Now I want to show you what sex is really like.  Remember what you saw on the DVD.”  I nestled between her thighs and went to work on her with my tongue.  Her initial nervousness translated into stiffness, but after a few licks of her amazing clit she loosened up and began to writhe and moan.

“It feels so good!” she crooned.

She’s only a girl, and her clit was like a miniature cock!  I sucked on it greedily until her moans grew very loud, her feet beat a tattoo on the bed, and a fine mist of sweet girl-juice sprayed out of her as she climaxed.  I sidled up beside her and held her tight as the last contractions of her orgasm finally subsided.  “How was that?” I asked.

Bathed in sweat, but with a smile on her face, she told me how great she felt.  “Mrs., ah, I mean, Karen, thank you so much for teaching me all this about sex.”

“Remember, this has to be our secret, right?”  She agreed.  I continued, “And remember that you’ve only learned part of the job so far.”  I must have looked horny enough, for she immediately knew what I meant.  I guided her between my legs and gave her instruction on how to eat my pussy.  She was, of course, tentative at the beginning, but after I told her how good it felt (and her getting used to it a bit) she grew more aggressive.  When I came, I startled her with the ferociousness of my orgasm; “Ohhhhhhhh Goddddddddd!” I screamed, bucking my hips and pulling her head into my crotch.  I think she got a mouthful like I had.

In my arms on the big bed, she told me how warm and “tingly” she was.  I explained that that was the normal reaction to getting and giving a nice orgasm.  We talked for a while, mostly about boys in school that she fantasized about but didn’t know just how to imagine anything happening with them.  I asked if the porn she’s seen (a little internet but mostly the DVDs Joe and I left for her to “find”) helped fill in the gaps of her sexual knowledge.

“I don’t know,” she said, while absentmindedly playing with one of my nipples (I sure didn’t mind!)  “They were, like, grunting and all sweaty and stuff; like they were in a gym instead of making love.  Maybe from movies, you know, regular movies, I thought it would be different, like more romantic.”

“Sweetheart, it can be romantic and tender, like what we just did,” I said.  I figured it was time for her next indoctrinating lesson.  “This has got to remain between us, but would you like to see a movie of Joe and me making love?”

“You really have a movie of you guys doing it?”

“Sure.  It’s kinda fun to watch it later, you know, after we had fun the first time,” I said with a chuckle.

I dug the home-made DVD out of my dresser and we padded off to the family room and the home theater unit.  She’d lost her self-consciousness of being naked around me, which was a sweet victory.  The girl was so luscious to look at.  Joe will be in heaven taking this girl’s virginity.

I loaded the disc into the player and hit play.  Like all teens, Linnie probably thinks of men Joe’s age as old and having beer bellies.  Joe prides himself in working out, and he has the solid body of a twenty-year-old to show for it.  My husband’s dick isn’t a monster, but he does possess a length that looks great dangling, never mind when it gets hard.  We took the video last summer after we returned from a beach vacation.  Both of us had stellar tan lines, and we put on a good show.  I think a buff man with tan lines is the sexiest thing, and I hoped impressionable Linnie would feel the same way I do.

Maybe because we knew the camcorder was running, Joe and I had taken it slow at first, concentrating on oral.  I glanced over at Linnie, still not believing the young girl was naked and sitting right next to me.  She asked me questions about fellatio, like why and how come I didn’t choke with Joe’s cock down my throat.  I explained how a man enjoys the stimulation, and reminded her about the oral sex we just had.  “The mouth is a great sex organ,” I said as I pulled her to me and kissed her.  She got into the kiss and soon was breathing hard, so I added “See what I mean?  And oh by the way, I’m pretty good at sucking cock.”

Her eyes grew wide at my slang, but went back to the video without her saying a word..  Joe was very erect by that time.  We began doing it doggie, with Joe making long, slow, languid thrusts.  She asked me about positions.  I explained a few, knowing that Joe and I utilized them in our own version of amateur porn.  “It doesn’t hurt…having it go in you like that?” she asked.

“Of course not.  Then sex wouldn’t be fun, would it?”

As Linnie watched the video, her hand went down to her pussy and she began to stroke herself, probably without even realizing she was doing so.  On the screen, Joe and I went through a couple of positions before ending up missionary.  This was the grand finale, so Joe pounded into me in rapid fire thrusts highlighted by his white, tan-line-rimmed ass muscles flexing as he nailed me.  My legs pointing to the ceiling, I was making all my usual pre-orgasmic noises.

Linnie’s attention was completely on the video action.  I snuggled closer and added my fingertips to hers.  With my own cries of pleasure as background music, I finger fucked her, careful not to shred what there was of her intact hymen.  She orgasmed quickly, her hips bucking as she convulsed, her shrill cries joining mine on the DVD.

On the screen, Joe pulled out, and with his cock nestled between my labia and its head pointing upward, he made a couple of small thrusting motions and then ejaculated.  The camcorder caught the first cumshot arching into the air like a milky rainbow, splattering my chest and one shoulder.  The second shot fountained higher, splashing down on my heaving, orgasmic midsection.  The third and fourth formed a nice puddle at my shaved pubic bone.

Linnie was saying over and over again, “Oh my!...Oh my!...Oh my!...” as another wave of climax spread through her, propelled more (I thought) from watching my husband cum all over me in the video than from anything my fingers were doing.

After she relaxed a bit, I said, “Now, how does sex with a man look?”

“It’s…it’s…it’s not…how I thought it would be, she stammered.  “At the end…?”

“You mean when Joe came?”  I filled in the gaps of her sexual knowledge (“that’s the stuff that makes babies” etc.) and told her why Joe, like actors in porn, did the money-shot thing (“he would normally cum inside me, but where would the fun be in watching that?”)

Knowing that the boys would be home soon, we cleaned up and got dressed.  Linnie promised that what we did would remain a secret, and all I could do was hope.  I knew I would dream of her cute little body and how sweet she tasted.  I also knew that Joe would go nuts when he saw the video.  You see, I’d set up a webcam in the bedroom and captured Linnie and me in our first time.  Joe would cream his shorts after watching the video, and I told him how well I groomed the young virgin. 

Later, we planned on the next time Linnie babysat Joey, and how maybe we could arrange for her to see Joe coming out of the shower or something like that.  Since Joe was thinking selfishly, I didn’t care to share the thought that perhaps my boy could end up popping her cherry with his little dick while we were out that evening.  My poor husband may get sloppy seconds. 

We’ll see what happens next…

 

To be continued…

 

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