At 1am I was snuggling down into the Cunninghams plush leather couch, my feet tucked up underneath me, and munching on my second bowl of popcorn . The twins were in bed hours ago and those cute little tots were blissfully asleep. Squared against the couch was their giant plasma TV, sporting interminable cable stations stretching into an infinity of re-runs. The room was dark, but the TV gave enough light to see by. I liked it that way. A strange house with the lights off was a mysterious thing, a mixture of the forbidden and the dangerous.
I was feeling tingly and excited inside because I had just explored their house, padding through the dark rooms in my bare feet. The biggest thrill was their bedroom, just being there made me feel so naughty. Idly, I had pulled open a drawer on their dresser and saw Mrs Cunningham had quite a lot of expensive lingerie. Standing in the half-light I picked up a lacy garter-belt and conjured an image of her wearing it while getting nailed on that big bed. I shocked myself with a thought that I should try her lingerie on. My stomach gave a little icy thrill. Even though I savoured that thought I was too afraid to dare. Besides, they would be home soon, I had better be downstairs.
Once on the couch my finger was getting worn out pushing the up button on the remote. Jeez they must have every pay station going.
Crap. Crap. Crap. Girl with two guys. Crap. Crap...What?
I froze in my seat. Did I just see what I thought I saw? My finger slowly moved from the up arrow to the down arrow. That was definitely two guys "going to town" on one girl all right. They were all topless and she was doing her best to keep them both happy. Kissing this way and that. Then the camera panned back and I squeaked in surprise, they weren't just topless. The guy behind was rubbing a big angry cock in the valley of her bum while she stroked the front guys tool against her belly with both hands.
I watched as they sandwiched her and groped her lustily. She was pretty, and blonde like me. She writhed between them, encouraging them on with moans and kisses. I bit my lip.
Something clicked behind me and I jumped with fright at the sound. I flicked the station and whirled to look over the back of the couch. Nothing was there. My heart was hammering in my chest as I listened intently. After sixty seconds of straining I heard their refrigerator, deep in the kitchen, crunch and gurgle as the ice-maker replenished itself. I fell back to the seat in relief, barely registering the gardening show on the other channel as I pulled myself together.
It look several minutes.
When I had calmed down I knew had to go back. Preparing with furtive glances in every direction I picked up the remote again. The station came back and my eyes went wide as saucers. Oh my God! The things they were doing to her. They moved and ground together, panting and gasping, no part of her body was safe.
Shocked and thrilled I watched with rapt attention as they turned her this way and that. Took her in all kinds of ways. They were cute and fit guys and she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as they were. I could feel my cheeks flushing. Not to mention the tingly, moist, sensation building in my pants.
A fantasy came alive in my mind, augmenting what I was watching. I imagined myself in her place. Trapped between those chiselled bodies, with no choice but to do every dirty thing they wanted to do.
Imagine I did that. Imagine I was that kind of girl.
Bobby would faint.
I smiled at that thought, but indulged the fantasy a little more. Maybe my boyfriend wouldn't faint. Maybe he would be into it. Maybe he'd bring over Josh, his hot friend from the football team, and "go to town" on me like that. I was warming to my fantasy and I shifted in the seat, feeling my clothes were too tight for me now.
No, that's not it. Bobby wasn't much of a lover, it was always over too quick with him.
My thoughts turned to Mr Cunningham, commanding and confident. In my new fantasy he was instructing Bobby how to treat me. When to tease and when to thrust. Which bits to lick and where to put his fingers. But, he wouldn't just "tell" Bobby. No, he would "show" him too. I would just have to go along with it. Helpless, but not wanting to be helped. Sucking what I was told to suck, changing positions as ordered, giving up whatever part of me I was told to give up.
I squirmed in the seat as I watched the threesome. My mental state was getting to a critical point. I was so hot and bothered now, a steamy session of touching myself was inevitable. I wondered if I could possibly wait until I got home before I started attacking myself. Could I wait? Or could I do it here? I mulled over the possibilities.
It was extremely risky. If I was caught masturbating by my employers I'd never get a babysitting job again. They'd probably even tell my parents. But, god-damn-it, I felt so horny now I couldn't think straight. It's not easy to make good decisions in that state. I put a hand on my left breast. Just as a test. I could feel my aroused nipple through the fabric and I pinched it a little.
God, that felt good.
Just when I was contemplating whether rubbing the remote against the front of my jeans would be enough to get me off, I heard a rattling at the front door. Somebody was coming in. I quickly changed the channel and dropped the remote, adjusting myself so that I appeared in rapt attention to what was on. I took the bowl and munched a little of the popcorn. Blood was pulsing in the veins of my neck, but I schooled my face to innocent boredom.
I felt a presence more than saw it, a deepening of the shadows.
"Hi Megan, what are you doing?"
It was him.
"Um ,nothing. Just watching TV Mr Cunningham."
He crooked a sceptical eye at the gardening show on the big screen and turned to look at me silently. I gazed up at him with moon eyes. He looked so handsome with his face shadowed like that. Something in his expression made me lick my lip nervously. He moved to stand between me and the TV.
Had he seen what I was watching?
"It's time to drop you home."
Eighteen and I still don't have a car of my own. The shame of it.
I got up off the couch. Strangely, he didn't step back. I had to rise in the small space he allowed me. I was very close to him, so close I could feel the tips of my breasts rub lightly on his chest. He was so tall, and I had no shoes on, my eye-level was at his collar bone. His shoulders were at least twice as wide as mine. This close I could feel the heat off his body and smell his aftershave. I looked demurely at his chest until he caught my chin in his hand and gently tilted it up until I was looking into his eyes.
"I know what you want Megan."
I held my breath.
"Barbara has gone to the gas station with the car."
He touched my lower lip with his thumb.
"You've got fifteen minutes to get it."
It was like an explosion happened at that moment as we crashed together. I flung my arms around his neck and dragged him down to my hungry mouth. He kissed me savagely, worked my mouth open with his. Our tongues touched, and touched again. The sound of heavy breathing rushed in my ears. Mine? His? Who knew? I groped at his huge shoulders with the palms of my hands, examining the rock-hard muscle underneath his shirt. His hands roamed down to the small of my back then even lower to grip my ass, tugging me forward against him. Something hard was growing between us. He wanted me to know it was there. I crushed my tits against his chest, letting him feel how soft they were.
We broke our kiss and I eyed the wall clock frantically. Five minutes gone already! Now he was unbuttoning my shirt, quickly, and with well practiced fingers. I put both my hands into his crotch to feel his dick growing and twitching like a live creature. His face was in my cleavage now, kissing and licking. His fingers searched over my boobs until they found my nipples through the fabric of my bra. He played with them, pinching and rubbing until they throbbed and I gasped over the top of his head. Working on touch alone I struggled to undo his belt and button. I fumbled to open his zipper. Soon I had "it" in my hand, hot and smooth, hard as a rock. I got a start as I felt his size, he was both longer and thicker than Bobby.
I glanced at the clock. Fuck, seven minutes.
Collapsing back onto the couch I started to claw at the studs of my jeans, popping them open. He lowered his trousers and pants as I desperately tried to do the same. Those damn skinny jeans were so tight they stuck to me like a second skin. I wriggled and wrenched in frustration just to get them off my hips. He joined me, but our tugging and pulling worked as much against each other as together. With a cry of exasperation he flipped me over onto my front. I gasped in shock as the air left my lungs. He grabbed my waistband and wrenched the jeans down off my ass as far as my knees, where they stuck fast. I was panting like a sprinter. Fresh air danced on my exposed backside.
I got my knees under me and crawled-shuffled to grab the arm of the couch for support. My jeans tangled my legs awkwardly. I felt him take position behind me and looked back over my shoulder at him. I couldn't see much except my backside, high in the air, and a look of concentration on his face. Then I felt "it" rub against my pussy, a hot bar of iron teasing me and making me moan. He was getting the head wet in the slick channel between my swelled labia, rubbing it up and down.
He moved to my entrance and I felt him start to apply a delicious pressure. He was slow and careful, having no intention of roughing me up. The sensation mounted, making us breathe more raggedly, until my pussy popped open and we both said "Oh" in unison. He slowly pushed into me, letting me adjust. It felt so big I knew I would be tender in the morning, but I was so slick with juice that I felt nothing but pleasure now. He didn't stop until he had pushed every last bit deep inside me.
"God you're so tight" he gasped.
