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Babysitting Jeremy

The adventures of that cum slut and sex toy known as Little Whore Ellen

Part 03

 

By

Norm DePloom

 

First off, I want to say that passing out during an orgasm isn't normal for me.  When I regained consciousness, Mrs. Hoover had straightened her clothes and was once again sitting on the couch, prim and proper, showing no signs that moments before she had been finger fucking herself in front of her husband, her son, and the family's new sex toy, me.  Not that I'd been able to pay much attention to Mrs. Hoover's display of female masturbation since I was too busy putting on one of my own.  There was a long moment of silence as if even the members of the male audience needed some time to recover from the double female orgasm.

 

"Get off the table," Mr. Hoover ordered after everyone's breathing returned to nearly normal.  I climbed off the table, but had to lean over and support myself with a hand on the top of the coffee table until my thighs quit quivering and decided to support me once more.  With only a few trembles still vibrating through my thighs, I stepped over and stood in front of Mr. Hoover.

 

"Come over here, Jeremy," Mr. Hoover said to his son.  Jeremy came over and stood beside me, two naked kids being looked at by two clothed adults.  "Jeremy, I want you to lie down on your back on the coffee table."  I turned and watched as Jeremy, his perpetually hard little-boy cock sticking out from his body, laid down on the table.  He didn't seem to mind laying in the slime left on the table by my drooling pussy. 

 

"You kneel beside the table facing Jeremy," Mr. Hoover instructed, as he stood up from his chair.  I knelt as I was instructed while Mr. Hoover crossed the room. 

 

"We really have no control over you," Mr. Hoover said, as he walked back with a large bulge in the front of his trousers and a camera in his hand, "it was just our word against yours." 

 

"Stroke Jeremy's cock and balls," he instructed.  I wrapped my right hand around Jeremy's genitals and began to stroke him as his father directed.

 

"Now, that's all going to change," Mr. Hoover continued, as the camera began to flash.  Mr. Hoover took several pictures of me playing with his son's hard dick. 

 

"Now suck on his cock."  As I lowered my head and opened my mouth to take Jeremy's hard, little-boy cock between my lips, I could feel myself sinking deeper into the control of others.  What seemed strange to me at the time was how comfortable I felt drifting into this state.  The flashing camera, taking pictures that would forever put me under the control of this man and woman seemed more of a comfort than a threat.  It was with a rush of relief that I realized that I would no longer be responsible for deciding who I would and would not fuck.  My ability to choose and the nightmare responsibility to make my choices properly was forever lifted.  I sucked even more enthusiastically on Jeremy's hard cock and, after moving the hair aside so Mr. Hoover could get a good picture of my face, looked directly into the camera lens as he snapped a picture of his son's cock in my mouth.  I was kneeling across the table from Mrs. Hoover, and as her husband snapped the pictures of her son's cock fucking in and out of my mouth, she once again spread her legs and began to finger herself while she watched the depraved scene in front of her. 

 

It had never occurred to me that I might find other people who were as turned on by perversity as I was.  I gladly followed Mr. Hoover's instructions as he moved us from cock sucking, to Jeremy licking my pussy, to Jeremy between my legs, just as he had been one week earlier, enthusiastically fucking my wet eager pussy while his father snapped picture after picture of the scene.  When Jeremy was finally finished, and climbed off, his father took several more pictures of just me, laying on my back with my nipples hard with excitement and my legs spread in an obscene invitation to be fucked some more. 

 

"Now," he said snapping the last picture, a close up of my just fucked cunt oozing lubricant onto the top of the table, "you're ours."  I moaned, and almost came, when I heard him say those words.  Never before or since have three words had such a powerful effect on me, and my life.  Mr. Hoover returned the camera to its place then walked back to his chair.  The four of us remained in silence for a few moments after Mr. Hoover sat down.  I think we were all contemplating the magnitude of what had just been done and said.  

 

"Come here," Mr. Hoover said, leaning back in his chair, Mr. Hoover stretched his legs out in front of him.  I could see his hard cock clearly outlined by the tight material of his trousers; it seemed to stretch all the way up to his belt buckle. 

 

"You know what I want," he continued, after I'd once again climbed off the table and stood in front of him.  I swallowed hard and nodded my head.  No one made a sound as I slowly knelt between Mr. Hoover's legs.  I ran my hands up and down the bulge in his trousers.  I could feel his hard cock throbbing against the palms of my hands.  I have since handled so many cocks that I could never count them, or remember them all, but when I think about that night, and my first encounter with a hard, fully-grown, adult man-cock, I still get wet and excited.  Every cell in my body seemed to be saturated with some form of sexual adrenalin as I moved my hands over the hard cloth-covered cock.  The experience was seared into my brain with some form super high definition memory.  I can still feel the way my wrists rested on the underside of Mr. Hoover's hard throbbing cock, I can still smell the odor of his body as I unbuckled his belt, then unbuttoned his pants.  I can still see the way the material separated exposing the hard naked cock to my view as I carefully pulled the zipper tab down.  I can still feel the movement of my arms as I pulled the two halves of the fly open then, without taking my eyes from the organ, clasped the base of his cock with both hands and moved them slowly up to the head, then back down.  As I moved them back up toward the head again, a drop of liquid appeared on the slit at the top of the cockhead. 

 

"That," Mrs. Hoover told me as she leaned forward for a better view, "is called pre-cum.  It's sort of like our pussy secretions; it's supposed to help with lubrication.  Some men don't produce enough to notice; others, like my husband, produce so much that it oozes down their cocks.  If you're going to be my husband's little fuck slut, you'd better learn to enjoy the taste of his pre-cum, he produces more of it than any other man I've ever seen."  After listening to Mrs. Hoover's explanation, I leaned forward and, extending my tongue, touched just the tip to the drop of fluid still balanced at the top of Mr. Hoover's cockhead.  The fluid seemed to crawl up my tongue and permeate my taste glands.  It wasn't unpleasant, exactly, but was a totally new taste.  There was nothing I could think of to compare it to.  Mr. Hoover placed his hand on the back of my head and slowly pushed my mouth down over his cockhead.  Still holding the base of his cock with both hands I slowly took as much of the large thick organ as I could into my mouth.  I kept taking more and more of it until I started to gag, then I backed off.

 

"The whore is going to need some cocksucking lessons."  Mrs. Hoover said with a delighted tone. 

 

"And your just the person to give them to her," Mr. Hoover said reaching over and taking his wife's hand while I moved my mouth up and down his hard cock shaft.

 

"Thank you dear," Mrs. Hoover replied.  She seemed to be quit pleased with the implied complement of her ability to pleasure a man's cock with her mouth.  As I continued to move my mouth up and down the shaft, I noticed that the still naked Jeremy was, once again, sitting next to his mother.  When he slipped his hand under his mother's skirt, she spread her legs in invitation, then leaned back and sighed with contentment when her son's hand made contact with its obvious target.  I was beginning to get the idea that I may not have been Jeremy's first.  I loved the feel of Mr. Hoover's hard flesh moving over my lips and tongue, and I have loved sucking cocks ever since.  I quickly forgot about Jeremy and his mother and lost myself in the feel, smell, and taste of cock.  As his excitement grew, Mr. Hoover held the sides of my head with his hands and began to pump his hips, fucking his large, thick, hard cock deeper and deeper into my mouth.  He hit my gag point several times in succession, causing me to grip his legs in desperation while tears flowed from my eyes.  On the fifth or sixth thrust into the back of my mouth, I, mostly by accident, swallowed just as the head of his cock reached my gag point, when I did this his cock slipped into my throat.  My eyes must have been as big as saucers as Mr. Hoover continued to push his hard dick further and further into my face until my stretched lips and my nose were pressed into his kinky pubic hair.  It took several more thrusts of Mr. Hoover's cock before I really got the hang of it and was able to take it all the way down my throat every time without gagging and chocking.  The perversity, and nasty-ness, of hearing Mrs. Hoover moaning, and encouraging her son, while he played with his mother's cunt as Mr. Hoover's cock slid in and out of my mouth and throat, sent chills of excitement over my body.  I could feel my vaginal secretions oozing from my pussy and spreading over my inner thighs.  I wanted to feel a cock inside my cunt so bad I could hardly stand it.  I realized I was making obscene fucking motions with my hips in time with Mr. Hoover's cock fucking in and out of my face.

 

"Don't swallow," Mr. Hoover ordered, as he held just the head of his hard cock in my mouth.  I felt and tasted the warm viscous fluid as it surged from Mr. Hoover's body into mine. 

 

"Don't swallow," he said again, as he pulled his cock from my mouth.  Holding the top of my head with a handful of hair, Mr. Hoover pulled me, on my hands and knees, toward his wife.  I had no idea what he was doing, but Mrs. Hoover obviously did, and didn't like it. 

 

"Hell no," she said, pushing her son's hand from her crotch and slamming her legs together, "I may have to watch you fuck your new sex toy but I don't have to…"

 

"Shut the fuck up," Mr. Hoover did not shout, in fact he spoke in a quite tone of voice that, somehow, carried more authority than yelling would have.  "You will do exactly as you are told, and you fucking well know it.  Now spread your legs."  Mrs. Hoover, much subdued, but still radiating icy rage spread her legs and pulled her skirt up, exposing her cunt.  Still holding my hair, Mr. Hoover pulled my head between his wife's wide spread thighs and pushed my face tightly against her crotch. 

 

"Lick my wife's pussy, slut," he ordered, "and work my cum just as far inside her cunt as your tongue will reach."  I worked my cum coated tongue between the lips of Mrs. Hoover's pussy, tasting for the first time the salty, musky flavor of cunt.  Jeremy, and his father, stood on each side of me and watched as I snaked my tongue in, out, and around Mrs. Hoover's pussy.  I closed my eyes and concentrated on my new assignment. 

 

"Do you remember what we talked about?"  Mr. Hoover asked his son.

 

"Yes father," Jeremy answered with a very serious tone.  

 

"Now is the time you should do it."  After Mr. Hoover spoke, I felt Jeremy kneeling behind  me and, anticipating that my overly excited pussy would get some attention, I rocked back and forth a couple of times moving first one knee, then the other, spreading my legs further apart.  I was not disappointed, I felt Jeremy use his hands to spread me open even further, then felt his hard, little-boy cock slip into my wet pussy.  Mrs. Hoover grasped a handful of hair on each side of my head and, after pulling my mouth snug up against her cunt, pressed her thighs together.  The effect was to hold my head immobile and, effectively, to gag me with her pussy.  As soon as I was thus prepared, Jeremy pulled his hard cock out of my cunt.  I moaned my disappointment into Mrs. Hoover's tender, wet flesh until I felt the tip of her son's hard dick pressing against my ass.  Never in my, admittedly, short life had I ever imagined anyone sticking anything into that opening.  If there had been pictures of people doing it in the Hoover's sex book I had failed to see them.

 

"Push hard," I heard Mr. Hoover instruct his son as his wife held me immobile and pussy-gagged.  As big as Jeremy's as yet not fully-grown cock had felt in my virgin cunt the week before, it felt ten times bigger as he slowly pushed it into my anus.  I could feel my anal sphincter stretching in an uncomfortable, but not entirely unpleasant fashion to accommodate the intruder.  Just as much as I was thankful that it was not Mr. Hoover's much larger cock interring my ass first, I was equally sure that it would be occupying that spot before Mrs. Hoover released my face from its wet, musky confines. 

 

"Now, son, you have taken all of her virginity."  Mr. Hoover said to his son as soon as Jeremy's hard cock was fully seated in my rectum.  "You were the first one in her mouth, the first one in her cunt and, now, the first one in her ass."  I felt Jeremy's cock twitch with excitement inside me as his father talked to him about his taking of my virginity.

 

"In a certain very real way," Jeremy's father continued as Jeremy began to fuck in and out of my rear, "she will always be your bitch; no one else can ever be her first fuck."  In spite of the initial discomfort, my sphincter soon got used to being stretched and the feel of Jeremy's cock moving in my ass began to stimulate me.  As I responded to this stimulation by fucking my tongue deeply into Mrs. Hoover's cunt and pushing myself forcefully back onto Jeremy's cock, I wondered if I would ever find anything so perverse that I couldn't get turned on by it.  The sounds from the room were muffled by Mrs. Hoover's thighs, bur I heard Jeremy moan loudly and felt his hard cock twitch several times in my rectum.  He wasn't producing cum yet, but he had great orgasms anyway. 

 

Jeremy's cock slipped out of my body and a moment later, I began to panic as I felt Mr. Hoover's much larger cockhead rubbing up and down the folds of my pussy lips.  Whether he forced his hard cock into my cunt, or my ass, it was going to be the largest thing I'd ever had inside me.  Mrs. Hoover did her job well and held me in place, on my hands and knees with my mouth full of pussy.  Every time I inhaled, I got a lung full of heavy musky cunt odor.  I felt my pussy lips spreading as Mr. Hoover pushed his cockhead deeper into the folds of my 'almost' virgin cunt.  The stretching didn't hurt, not even when he pushed completely inside me.  I felt incredibly 'full' and found it to be a very pleasing feeling.  I could tell I was going to enjoy being fucked by grown up cocks even more than I enjoyed little boy cocks, not that I didn't love having Jeremy's cock inside me, and always would.  Mr. Hoover was right about that, Jeremy, and his cock would always be very special to me.  I would always do everything I could to please him because he was my first, and that would always be special.

 

"Listen to the whore moan," Mrs. Hoover said as she rubbed her pussy on my face, "it feels like a vibrator against my cunt.  Make the slut moan some more, will you dear?"  Mr. Hoover fucked his large hard cock in and out of my pussy several more times, then pulled it out completely.  I knew what was going to happen next, and it scared me, but I was being held firmly in place and had no opportunity to move, or protest as I felt Mr. Hoover's cockhead begin to push against my anal sphincter.  Having a large hard man-cock slowly pushed into my ass wasn't just uncomfortable, it hurt.  I'm sure I screamed, and squealed, and begged him to stop, but it was all muffled by Mrs. Hoover's warm wet pussy.  I was sure my butt hole was being irreparably ripped apart.  I thought he'd never get his monster inside me.  At least it felt like a monster at the time.  I'd feel him pull an inch of his cock out of my abused ass, only to have him push two inches back in. 

 

"Shh, it's ok little whore," Mrs. Hoover said as she lifted my face from her cunt and gently moved the soggy strands of hair from my tear streaked face, "he's almost done.  It always hurts the first few times," Mrs. Hoover continued as she used her fingers to wipe some of the tears off my face, and cradled my head in her lap.  I felt another inch of Mr. Hoover's cock slip into my ass and moaned. 

 

"Just relax, little whore, just relax, It won't hurt as much if you stay as relaxed as you can."  Mrs. Hoover had suddenly become much more understanding, her calling me 'little whore' sounded more like a term on endearment, and I was to find that it would be, for ever afterward, Mrs. Hoover's special nickname for me when no strangers around.  She even took to calling me 'L W' when we were in public together. 

 

"Trust me, Little Whore," Mrs. Hoover continued as another inch of Mr. Hoover's cock forced its way inside my bowels, "once you get used to it, a good ass fuck can be one of the most exciting things that a man can do to you."  At the moment, I was having trouble believing Mrs. Hoover's claim.  I felt movement under my body, and a moment later felt a mouth on my left nipple.  Since I wasn't being held with my face tightly against Mrs. Hoover's pussy any longer I moved my head just enough to look, and saw Jeremy on his back underneath me sucking on my nipple.  As I watched, he began to finger my cunt and clitoris while his father pushed more of his cock into my rear. 

 

When Mr. Hoover was fully buried in my ass, he held his cock there, not moving, while he and Mrs. Hoover gently caressed my back, and Jeremy continued to suck on my nipples and finger my pussy and clitoris.  Mr. Hoover moved his hands over my skin, down my back, over my quivering fanny, and down the backs of my thighs, then he brought them back up the inside of my thighs back over my fanny to my back once again.  Mrs. Hoover ran her hands over my upper back, up and down my arms and over the sides of my breasts.  Both of them continued caressing my body while their son sucked and played with me from underneath, until I relaxed from the anal assault and began to show signs of building sexual excitement. 

 

"Our Little Whore is beginning to like having a cock in her ass," Mrs. Hoover said, as my hips started moving.  I made several gentle, experimental thrusts barely moving my ass on Mr. Hoover's hard cock.  This isn't so bad, I thought as Mr. Hoover began to gently move his cock inside my body.  I still didn't see how it could be more exciting than anything else Mr. Hoover might want to do to me, but I knew I could, at the very least, take a cock up my ass when necessary and have it be OK. 

 

I had this sudden image of myself as a she wolf being serviced by the alpha male while one of my pups was suckling from below, and I moaned deeply and thrust back even harder on Mr. Hoover's hard cock.  Mr. Hoover's gentle movements were evolving into more forceful fuck strokes in and out of my ass.  Mrs. Hoover spread her legs and pushed my head back between her thighs, not to restrain me, or to silence my screams, but to enjoy the feel of my tongue fucking in and out of her cunt and flicking back and forth over her clitoris as she enjoyed the sight of her husband fucking my fanny.  Jeremy continued to suck and play with me, seemingly oblivious to anything else in the world. 

 

At first the hard cock fucking in and out of my rear was a mild, not entirely pleasant distraction from the sexual excitement of having Jeremy play with me while I licked his mother's pussy, then, slowly, the cock pumping in my ass began to take on a major role in my sexual excitement in and of itself.  A few minutes later, much to my surprise, I realized that the hard dick thrusting forcefully in and out of my rectum was the 'main event' as far as my lust was concerned and Jeremy's sucking and fingering, along with his mother's pussy, had become secondary. 

 

What I found most amazing, at the time, was that Mr. Hoover's cock fucking my ass had not really stopped hurting, but somehow the discomfort seemed to add to the excitement.  The second most amazing thing I discovered while experiencing my first 'real' anal sex, was how much I loved licking a cunt.  The taste and smell seemed to go right to my brain like a powerful addictive drug, and switch on every lust circuit I had.  I pushed her legs further apart and concentrated my attention on her clitoris.  I sucked the little nub between my lips and flicked the tip of my tongue up and down, then back and forth over it.  I was determined to make Mrs. Hoover cum before her husband dumped his load of sperm into my colon. 

 

"Oh, god this young bitch has a tight ass," Mr. Hoover moaned as he thrust himself into me with ever increasing force and depth.

 

"Mmmm, our Little Whore has a talented tongue."  I could feel Mrs. Hoover's thigh muscles contracting rhythmically as she fucked her cunt against my face. "Oh god, oh god, make me cum Little Whore, make me cum."  I did my best to follow Mrs. Hoover's orders and soon had her screaming in ecstasy as she ground herself on my slime covered face.  Mr. Hoover was right with her, bellowing and slamming his cock into my rear with wild abandon.  It seems that neither one of them had ever heard of the concept of quite demure orgasms.