It was a hot and sticky night and as far as Barbra was concerned it had been the baby-sitting job from hell. The kids had been whiney from the start, too hot and fractious to go down, and it seemed that no sooner did she get one safely into bed than another would be up again.
She sure hoped Jan and Nelson were enjoying their night out. Putting up with these monsters every day, they deserved a break.
Finally all the kids were in bed and had been asleep for an hour. It looked like peace had finally arrived. The battle had, however, been won at a cost. Barbra was hot and sticky and sweating like a pig. Smelling like one, too, Barbra strongly suspected. At least, with the kids all down, she could now go and enjoy a cool shower.
Heading for the bathroom, Barbra quickly stripped off and turned on the shower. Feeling refreshed, she dried off, wrapped the towel around herself and returned to the bedroom set aside for her use.
Walking in, Barbra casually flipped the door closed, took of the towel and tossed it onto the bed. As with everything else that had happened that night, it went wrong. The towel landed half on, half off the bed, and decided to go with off, dropping to the floor. Irritated, Barbra bent over to pick it up.
Thinking it over after, Barbra blamed the shower for everything that happened. She hadn't heard Jan and Nelson return, and didn't realise they were home. Not knowing they were home, she hadn't expected Nelson to be entering the hallway as she walked back to the bedroom.
Nelson on the other hand, hadn't really registered that Barbra was only wearing a towel. Seen from behind, he assumed that it was a dress. He'd followed her to her room, intending to let her know they were home and to pay her for her night's work.
Catching the door as it started to swing closed, Nelson entered the bedroom right behind Barbra, at which point Barbra tossed off the towel she was wearing and then bent over in a very inviting manner.
Nelson accepted the invitation. A quick zip and his burgeoning erection was free to play. A quick step forward and Nelson's hands descended onto Barbra's hips and his cock was pushing eagerly against the offered pussy.
The first Barbra knew of what was happening was when two hands grasped her by the hips and what felt like a hellaciously large cock was pushing against her pussy, demanding entry. She screamed.
Barbra's scream was promptly followed up by some intense wriggling and a series of squeals as Nelson managed to part her lips and start pushing in. Feeling the intruder diving deeper, Barbra squirmed and tried to pull away, at the same time trying to see who had jumped her like this.
Seeing Nelson standing behind her, Barbra froze for a moment in astonishment. In all the years she'd been baby-sitting for him, Nelson had never once put a finger wrong, and now here he was raping her?
From Nelson's point of view, the momentary freeze was a boon. A quick thrust and he had Barbra comfortably nailed. Comfortably from his point of view, that is. The squeal that she emitted with that last lunge suggested Barbra might have another opinion.
"Oh my god, Nelson! What the hell do you think you're doing," Barbra shrieked. "You take that out immediately."
Nelson's answer was a cynical little chuckle and a steady pumping movement, sliding in and out of her pussy as though he'd had her dozens of times before.
Barbra was swearing and squealing, wriggling around in an attempt to pull free, and dreadfully aware of that cock inside her and the things it was doing to her.
This was the situation when Jan walked in, attracted by the noise.
Barbra bent over, hands pressing against the bed with Nelson standing behind her, cock firmly in place and doing its thing. Barbra seemed to be bouncing and wriggling in time to Nelson's cock's earnest endeavours.
"What the hell?" shouted Jan.
"It's not my fault, Jan," said Nelson quickly. "She deliberately bent over and offered herself to me. What could I do?"
"No!" yelled Barbra. "He just came from nowhere and grabbed me from behind. Make him stop."
"Ha!" snorted Jan. "I could hear your squeals of pleasure from the kitchen and even with me standing here watching, you haven't slowed bouncing your bottom up and down. How dare you say it's his fault?"
"It's not like that," wailed Barbra. "I can't help my bottom moving. He keeps sticking that thing in me. What do you expect?"
"Hmmph. You might as well finish, Nelson, but you really should let me know if you're planning these little incidents so I don't walk into one like this. I'm going to bed. Try to keep the noise down or you'll wake the children."
Jan departed, ignoring Barbra's squeal of protest.
Barbra could hear Nelson laughing softly, and his cock was still energetically causing her bottom to do that bouncing up and down bit that Jan had mentioned.
Barbra groaned and tried to hold still. Maybe that would discourage Nelson. Theoretically, it might have been a plan. Practically, Barbra found her body ignoring her wishes. As far as her pussy was concerned, that cock that was assaulting it was its new master, and it was going to do the best it could to please him.
And her, she knew, feeling the unwanted ripples of pleasure coursing through her. She sighed and cooperated, letting Nelson do as he would, her squeals of protest changing to squeaks of pleasure.
