Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 3.

A quick one before she goes away (for the evening, that is).

By Norweger.  Listen to the►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

It was a typical October Friday evening; that is, it was wet, cold, miserable and windy outdoors, while indoors, the wood burning stove season had just started, making our house warm and comfy despite Mother Nature's best efforts at telling us that winter was indeed coming, and that whichever ancestor of mine had decided this was as good a place to settle as any had been the clan dimwit.

I loved the warmth of a good fire. The house felt warm in a whole different way than it did from any other kind of heating; besides, the faint smell, the occasional wisp of smoke and crackle from the fire. I'd been conditioned all my life to equate it with 'cozy', so I thoroughly enjoyed myself while the rain kept lashing against the windows, underscoring how fortunate I should consider myself to not be outdoors.

I caught myself almost hoping for a power outage, prompting an occasion to bring out a few candles as well; but shrugged the idea off. Much as I enjoyed the quaint charm of an open fire and reading by candlelight, I didn't really long for waking up in the morning to find the house chilly, having to get a fire going to heat it or, for that matter, to brew my morning coffee.

As usual on weekends, our next-door neighbor and favorite babysitter Ella had come over to put my four-year-old Thomas to bed; this time, she was dressed rather peculiarly for the occasion; a short faux leather skirt, heeled boots and something which was supposed to look vaguely like a biker jacket slung over her shoulders, a rather skimpy, gray tank top with a pink unicorn on it and a small purse with an RAF symbol on it completing the outfit. A girls' night out was coming up, and she had just dropped by to see my son off to sleep before heading to the nearest; well, this being rural Norway, the only disco for a few hours of dancing, drinks and fun.

Ella had been looking forward to this for months; seeing as she had only turned eighteen in late August, she was one of the last girls in her class to reach that magic age where the bouncer instead of ogling your tits, then telling you to get lost until you were of drinking age, ogled your tits, then nodded politely and invited you in after thoroughly looking at your ID; oh, and your tits.

Hence, for months she'd seen her options for weekend entertainment dwindle as friend after friend turned eighteen and started going out, leaving her to while away the weekends from home while getting a barrage of snaps from her friends, really rubbing in the fact that they could and she couldn't.

Until a month and change ago, of course, when it became Ella's turn. To her dismay, her birthday had been on a Sunday, so she just missed out on a weekend and had to wait for a full week before she could take advantage of her new-found freedom. She was still busy making up for lost time, so I was quite pleased that she made it a priority to come by to see us. Not that people tended to head for the disco until well after Thomas' bedtime, anyway; but still, usually they got together for a few beers at someone or other's place before heading out, yet Ella gladly skipped those gatherings to play around with a four-year old going on five. Oh, and with his dad.

She was a saint.

I smiled to myself as I sat there in the living room, playing one of my all-time favorite records, Keith Jarrett's Köln concert, at muted volume while listening to the soft murmur from Thomas' bedroom where he no doubt filled Ella in on all his doings since he'd last seen her a couple of days ago.

I leaned back in my chair, enjoying Jarrett's sometime rambling, sometime inspired evening in the Kölner Oper all those years ago. Heck, I loved him even when he was clearly rambling, biding for time until another lightning bolt of genius struck him and took the concert to new heights. I smiled faintly to myself. Jazz was kind of, sort of, like sex, I mused. If it just went from climax to climax, you'd be worn out in no time at all. Instead, the performer must give his audience time to collect itself, recover from what they had just heard, before again starting to build momentum, striving for yet another peak;

I shrugged. Good thing I hadn't thought of that during my student days, I would have presented the insight if given half a chance, trying to sound profound and trying to get laid at the same time. I'd have been pathetic. At least in the eyes of myself, fifteen years my own senior. Might have impressed some gullible first-year student, though.

I smiled at the thought, eagerly grasping the opportunity to reminisce of my student days. While I was quite content with my life right now; doubly so in the last few weeks, when sex had suddenly been on the agenda again, courtesy of Ella; there was quite a lot to be said for the carefree student life, where I had no obligations to anyone but myself, and at times hardly even that.

The murmur from Thomas' room had died down. I glanced at my watch. A quarter past nine. That still left me with a couple of hours to kill before bedtime; not that I needed much more than I already had by way of plans; my stereo and perhaps a little helping of scotch from my drinks cabinet and I'd be good. A minute or two later, Ella entered the living room, tiptoeing out of Thomas' room so as not to wake him.

I winked at her, suggesting her attire was somewhat unorthodox for a babysitter.

She giggled and sat down on the armrest at the far end of the sofa. "Judging from what little I've gleaned from Pornhub, I thought all babysitters dressed like this. Well, maybe with even skimpier tops and higher heels, but the general idea is the same, me thinks."

I laughed. "There being a lot of babysitter videos on that site doesn't surprise me in the least, but you watching them, on the other hand;"

Ella rolled her eyes in feigned; I hoped; exasperation. "It's not like I've studied the topic with great interest, it just so happened that there was one on the landing page one day, and;" She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't believe how terrible the acting is." Then she glanced over at me and smirked. "Come to think of it, you probably have a pretty good idea."

I blushed. Of course I'd had my fair share of visits to Pornhub over the years, though I wouldn't say it was the acting skills which made me return to the site over and over again.

"So, obviously, you're going out tonight?" I asked, eager to change the subject. Ella nodded.

"Yes, Catherine and Linda suggested we go to Zalto to see if we could find something fuckable. Those were Linda's words, by the way, not mine. Judging from how eager she is to talk about boys and sex and the joys of getting laid, I assume she's still a virgin." Ella smirked again, then slowly rose from the sofa and came over to me, straddling me. I was rock hard in a second. "Not that I have any plans to, uh, find something fuckable tonight. At least not at Zalto. I'm good. She dry humped me a couple of times, giggling softly as I put my hands over her ass and pulled her closer.

She then gave me a quick kiss on my forehead. "Uh, listen, the others are coming to pick me up soon, but; I wouldn't mind going out having just had an orgasm, if you're up to it?"

If I was up to it? "How soon will you be picked up, then?"

She shrugged. "They've enrolled Linda's brother Steffen to drive us, and suggested they'd be here at nine thirty-ish, but seeing as neither Linda nor Steffen have ever arrived anywhere on time, like, EVER, I suspect Linda will text me at ten past half to say that they're still waiting for Steffen, and that she'll redo her hair while waiting or something; What time is it, by the way?"

I glanced at my watch. "Nineteen minutes past the hour, so on the off chance they're on time for once, you've got 11 minutes to reach the finish line;"

Ella got up off of my lap. "Better get down to it, then," she suggested, easing up the skirt far enough to get at her undies, pulling them down to her ankles before raising the skirt, exposing the by now familiar mat of red hair covering her cunt. "Eat me out a little, please, then fuck me, Okay?"

I was only too happy to oblige. Seeing how confident Ella had become was a further turn-on (as if I needed any!); she was perfectly aware how attractive I found her, and having her simply tell me to eat her out, then fuck her, knowing full well I'd do as instructed without any hesitation; I could get used to this.

Ella leaned against the edge of our dinner table, holding her skirt out of the way. Kneeling in front of her, I got the first whiff of the lovely scent of aroused woman, before diving in. She was in a hurry, and it wouldn't do if she had to run to meet her friends just as I was about to enter her.

I'd found Ella to be quite impatient in her lovemaking; that is, when we got started, she'd chase her first orgasm mercilessly, foreplay be damned; all that mattered to her was to cum, hard; then afterwards, we could take our time, enjoy and explore each other, caress, banter idly while being at it; but first, she needed to cum.

Hence I wasted no time burying my face in her soaked pussie, tongue probing the full length of her slit, teasing her labia apart before letting the tip of my tongue gently brush her clit hood. I was rewarded with a groan and her hips bucking towards me. Her hand ruffled my hair, pulled me closer. She knew very well what the next few minutes would bring; this was the fourth time we had sex together, and every time we had begun with me going down on her, giving her the release she craved so badly before leisurely having sex afterwards.

I loved going down on her. One thing, of course, being so close to the action; with my face buried in her pussie, I immediately felt her response to my smallest of moves. Another being the arousing, almost intoxicating smell and taste of a woman so turned on her juices were quite literally dripping down her thighs.

Greedily lapping away at her, I focused my attention on the upper end of her slit, occasionally letting my tongue dart directly for her clit, each time resulting in a muffled whimper and a bucking of her hips.

Fuck, was I a lucky bastard. Since our first tryst, Ella and I had managed to meet up for sex approximately every week and a half; and her confidence had grown leaps and bounds, eagerly asking me to do this and that, exploring all the exciting things she'd been fantasizing about while still a virgin.

I wasn't sure if her bucket list ever grew any shorter, or if more items were added to it faster than we could pick them off; either way, I was more than satisfied; her curiosity and attitude made sex with her; my apologies to my exes; the best I'd ever had. I liked to think that was objectively true, too; and not just something I felt at the novelty of having seduced a teenager, seemingly the epitome of achievement for many.

I brushed the thought aside. Hell, it wasn't even I who had seduced her, quite the contrary. Which, I guess, made it even more of an achievement to some. I reverted my full attention to my tongue and her pussie, but the great feeling of being very lucky indeed lingered in the back of my head.

I ate her out with wild abandon, loving how she was on fire, tugging at my hair, bucking her hips to force me closer, moaning, groaning, grunting semi-intelligible words, her pussy mashed against my face; occasionally forcing me to come up for air. She was amazing.

And then she pulled herself away from me; bewildered, I glanced up at her, only to be met with a giggle. "No worries, I just need to lie down;" I must have looked rather concerned at first, as giggle gave way to a chirping, good-natured laugh. "You'll be all over me again in seconds;"

With that, she hoisted herself fully onto the table and laid back, beckoning me to her. "Make me cum, then fuck me before I even come down again, huh?"

Okay. Greedily diving back onto her, tongue tickling her clit, causing her to squeal in delight, I went to work. Careful not to overstimulate her, I soon pulled back from her clit, eliciting a groan of disappointment as I returned my attention to her slit, tongue darting down one labia and up the other. Judging from her response, she was nearing the top. Softly closing my lips around her engorged clit and sucking gently, I was rewarded by another squeal, a violent upward thrust of her hips; and then her thighs locked my head as if in a vice, as her orgasm erupted and washed through her.

Remembering my instructions, I pulled away from her the moment she eased up on her grip, swiftly undid my belt and pulled down my trousers, seconds later sinking my cock into her still pulsing cunt, bottoming out just as the last throes of her orgasm died out. I moaned as her velvety snugness reminded me how I loved being in her, then started thrusting in her as she gigglingly raised her legs to rest them over my shoulders. Locking eyes with her, I fell into a slow, steady rhythm. Life was good.

I glanced at my watch. Nine thirty. I hoped her friends kept to their regular, being late schedule; because we were rapidly approaching the point where calling it off before we were done; well, truth be told, before I was done; would require more willpower than I possessed.

From the sounds of it, we were rapidly approaching Ella's point of no return, too; never having given her a chance to land properly after eating her out, I already had her panting, bucking and urging me to bring her over the edge again.

Without getting too eager, I increased the pace slightly, knowing I'd be able to keep it up at least for a few minutes, hopefully bringing her over the top with myself buried deep in her.

Leaning forward, I pushed her legs up towards her chest, feeling her already snug pussy tighten even more around my cock, my shaft rubbing against the top of her slit with my every thrust. Ella whimpered, closed her eyes and an angelic smile spread all over her face as she just gave in to the pleasures of the moment.

Plink!

Ella's cellphone suggested someone had just messaged her. Opening her eyes, she glanced over, seeing her purse resting near the edge of the table, just within reach. She wasted no time pulling it to her, unlocking her phone and glancing at the screen. I rolled my eyes; if I'd done that to any woman I'd ever been with; well, except possibly Ella, that is; I'd gotten at the very least a cold shoulder, perhaps even a slap for my trouble.

And I'd deserved it. Well, as long as she didn't try to pull herself off of me while being on the phone, I was (mostly) good. I guess I was getting old, yet surely didn't feel like it at the moment. I forced my curmudgeonly 'Kids these days' attitude from my mind, then returned my undivided attention to Ella's cunt, wrapped snugly around my cock.

I gave her a couple of extra deep thrusts, to remind her I existed. She half giggled, half groaned. "Would you believe it," she groaned. "They ARE indeed almost on time, it's only, what, five minutes past half or something?"

She texted away a brief message, then winked at me as she casually tossed the phone away. It clattered as it made a couple of skips and jumps before coming to rest against Thomas' latest Lego project, occupying the far third of the table. "I told them I'd dozed off while putting Thomas to bed, and that I'd come in a minute. That ought to give us a couple of minutes to wrap this up. Oh, the pun was intended, by the way!"

I didn't think I'd need even a couple of minutes, the tingle of impending orgasm was slowly spreading from the base of my cock. "You close?" I grunted through clenched teeth.

Ella nodded. "Getting there. You're not too far off, are you?"

I wasn't. Pushing her firmly against the table, I slammed my cock in her, once, twice, three times to squeals of delight from her, before I felt myself erupt. Shooting my load in her, I feverishly pounded her, hoping she'd be pushed over the edge herself, too. It took all I had of willpower to keep thrusting in her when all I wanted to do was collapse over her, coming down from cloud nine; but she'd suggested she wanted to head out, still feeling her orgasm tingling in her body; well, she was near enough that it would be an anticlimax; a quite literal one, for once; to send her on her way without another orgasm!

Four, five; Six, seven, eight thrusts; Ella yelped, then I felt her contract around me, milking the last, lazy dribble of cum from my cock as she whimpered and shook in the throes of her second orgasm.

I pulled out of her, sank down on my knees in front of her, utterly spent. Playfully, I kissed her inner thigh before simply leaning back against the wall, panting. Right in front of me was Ella's wide open, freshly fucked pussy, a gob of cum dribbling from her slit. Her phone beeped again. Lazily, she rolled onto her side and reached for it, texting as she got up off the table. Smirking, she glanced over at me. "I told them I'd come in a minute, and fuck me if I didn't, too. Yet they're impatient; Oh well."

Bending over, she picked up her undies, still slung around her calves and pulled them up, not bothering to clean herself up first. Giggle. "I wonder if I'll stain Steffen's rear seat", she mused. "Not that he'd notice, that car of his already stinks to high heaven from God knows what."

She grabbed her purse, ruffled my hair as she got ready to leave. "Thanks, lover." She giggled again. "I like the ring of that. Sounds a little naughty, methinks."

With that, she was gone, quietly heading downstairs and out for a night of fun with my cum dripping down her thighs. I sat there for a few minutes, leaning against the wall while coming to. The turntable made the faintest of noises as the needle did the rounds in the runout groove. Groggily, I got on my feet, stepped out of my jeans and strolled over to the turntable, pulled the tone arm aside, flipped the record, brushed it, then put the needle back down. As the well-known notes filled the living room, I gathered my clothes, then headed for the bathroom. A quick shower and a scotch before bedtime was just what I needed.

I was one lucky bastard indeed.

It may be cold outside, but inside, red hot fun can be had.

I was freezing my balls off. Few places felt as cold as an island off the northwestern coast of Norway in February. The mercury in the thermometer on the porch had contracted until it hovered around ten below or so; cold by anybody's standards!

Now, normally when it was this cold, the air was completely still; but now the weather was changing, and we had the iciest of cold drafts making the outdoors quite unpleasant for a day or two until the temperature started increasing courtesy of the warmer air being blown in from the Atlantic. Well, 'less cold air' was probably more accurate than 'warmer air'. Everything, as they say, is relative.

Yet, that didn't stop my son from deciding that going out to play was an excellent idea, and I; knowing all too well that if he didn't get a good outing, he'd be brimming with energy which would need to be dissipated somehow; by climbing the walls indoors, if need be; come bedtime.

Hence, we had dressed up for the occasion and were on our way to the playground. Did I mention it was minus 10 and windy?

Oh well. Once you'd dressed up (and, once bitten, twice shy, having cajoled junior into peeing before donning layer upon layer of clothing, to avoid having to undress him again in fifteen minutes to go pee!), it wasn't too bad.

In addition to ourselves we'd brought a thermos flask filled with steaming hot chocolate, so after having basked in the snow for a while, we could warm up a little before playing some more. This was going to be a good day, despite the cold. Hell, perhaps even because of it; it did feel quite like an expedition, dressing up like this, bringing supplies (if only in the form of some cocoa, biscuits and a small bag of marshmallows, which Thomas for some reason or other insisted on dipping into his cocoa before eating them with delight.)

It was a little before ten o'clock, and the sun hovered just over the mountains sheltering us from the prevailing easterly winds, making us squint as we made our way through the winter wonderland we called home.

Being a Saturday, it was quiet outdoors, nary a soul to be seen at this early-ish hour; but we expected to find a couple of other families at the playground; Thomas hoped he'd find his best friend from kindergarten there, whereas I; Well, as long as I found a fellow adult to chat with while the kids played, I'd be happy.

Happy? Nah, make that very happy. Just as we strolled past our neighbors, me pulling Thomas along on a little sled, him proudly ensuring the small rucksack with the hot chocolate, marshmallows, our mugs and some biscuits was kept firmly under control, we heard a knock on a window; as we glanced at the house, we were greeted by Ella, smiling broadly as she waved at us from the kitchen window, then motioning for us to wait a second.

Okay, could do. Seconds later, the door creaked open and out stepped Ella, a down jacket slung over her shoulders. "Aw, is it cold!" was her first greeting, before she turned to Thomas. "So, you taking dad out to play, are you? Mind if I come along after a little while?" Vigorous shaking of the head. Apparently, he'd be Okay with having his favorite babysitter around. Quell surprise.

Ella's glance darted to me. "So, where are you heading? Kindergarten? I just need to do the last dishes and, uh, dress up, then I'd love to join you;"

I smiled and nodded. "Kindergarten it is. You read us like an open book. Oh, by the way, we've prepared some hot chocolate, so if you bring a mug;"

Ella giggled. "That's a date, then!" and waved us on. "See you in fifteen minutes, guys!"

Thomas, already in a great mood, went positively over the moon at the prospects of basking in the snow with Ella, who, much unlike me, was able to shed any and all pretense of being an adult and just play with him on his own terms, like the biggest four-year-old you'd ever seen.

We made it to the playground, and as I had expected, there were others already there, so Thomas ran off to play with friends while I joined the parents huddling against the cold in a corner of the playground. Nods and smiles, I knew most of them, a few very well; among the latter Terry, a former colleague and current friend, which meant that one of the colorfully dressed kids running around us would be Heidi, Thomas' on-and-off best friend in kindergarten. Good.

As always; heck, we liked to poke fun at the British for being obsessed with the weather, but we were just as bad ourselves; the banter was about the cold and whether it would ease up anytime soon. Luckily Terry and I soon found something else to talk about, as he had just become the proud owner of a 36-foot sailboat which was currently dry-docked in a heated tent at his employer, where he spent most evenings getting it ready for the summer; they intended to go on a small cruise down the coast towards Bergen and perhaps even Sørlandet if the kids (or his partner, for that matter!) turned out to have the patience for it.

Just as Terry had started on explaining how the kerosene cabin heater had so far frustrated all his efforts at getting it going; much to his surprise, as it was of a dead simple construction and there really wasn't much to get wrong; a slightly larger, colourfully clad Tele Tubby lookalike showed up.

Ella. All grins, dressed in thermal coveralls, the only suitable garment for the occasion. "Hi there," she greeted us adults. "Mind if I play with your kids a little? I promised Thomas I'd join him and Bob over here, so;"

Good-natured laughter all around. Ella was widely known for her love of children. "Knock yourself out," Terry suggested. "Eventually, we'll feel so bad for you doing all the running around and playing, we might even join in ourselves, too!"

She was off with a holler, immediately getting Thomas' attention. Terry took the opportunity to go back to his car and grab some mittens.

It appeared Thomas had taken Ella's arrival as his cue for demanding we sip a little hot chocolate, and I didn't need much persuading when he immediately after greeting her led her back to me and the thermos.

"Ella and I want hot chocolate, papa. Ella said I could have her marshmallows, please."

She giggled and shrugged. "I never caught onto marshmallows, but hot chocolate would be nice. I even remembered to bring a mug, see?" she smiled and patted the breast pocket on her coveralls, where a mug did its best to make her look rather, uh, asymmetrical in the boob department.

Thomas indulged in his hot chocolate the only way he knew how; by asking me to put a little snow in it to cool it a little, then heaping up with marshmallows and gulping it down in one impressive go before running back to his mates basking in the snow.

That left Ella and me standing there, nursing our mugs while looking at the action.

"So, he's obviously having fun;" Ella observed. "What about us, then? You want to have fun with me tonight? My parents are off to see mom's cousin, so I've got the whole evening off to, ah, do whatever I please. And doing it with you would please me no end."

I felt myself becoming erect in seconds; no small feat in the blistering cold. "Nothing would please me more, would you like to have supper with us ? We're having a lasagna, I'm quite happy that the little one's taken a liking to something I cook other than pancakes."

Ella smiled and winked, glanced around to see that nobody was paying us any attention, then, satisfied all attention was elsewhere, softly put her hand on my chest. "It's a date, lover. I'll come over at, what, six thirty or something?" Gigglingly, she let her arm fall from my chest, smiling. "I like how you seem to be thrown slightly off balance whenever I call you 'lover'. You are, you know. My lover, that is."

I laughed. "Six thirty it is, then. I'll try to have it mostly done in the oven by then, so there's a little time to play with Thomas before dinnertime."

"Oh, and one more thing, by the way, while we're on the subject;" Ella smirked, her mischievous grin warning me that she expected to throw me off balance with her next remark. "Anal. I'm not sure I even want to try it full on, but; Let's just say I've thought of it a little of late, huh?"

With that, she ran off to catch up with Thomas, who was involved in a futile battle to cram snow into something passing for a snowball; it was simply too cold to stick. The cold did nothing to soften my erection, though, which had gone from rock hard to painfully so, at her parting words.

Anal? The thought of how unbearably tight her ass would surely feel around my cock if she allowed me to enter her made me lose all contact with the outside world until Terry tugged gently at my arm. "Hey, Earth to Bob; a penny for your thoughts, I've been asking you three times now what the forecast is?" He'd just returned from retrieving warmer gear for his hands.

I snapped back into the here and now, sheepishly grinning and suggesting I was simply tired; I'd stayed up a little later than expected last night and Thomas, being a kid, of course woke up earlier than usual when it was a day off, so;

I for sure wouldn't tell Terry what had been on my mind. Not for a million dollars. “No more snow for the next few days, but the Arctic blast will be bad, tonight, by the way."

"Thanks," he muttered. "My Phone battery doesn't like the cold too much, so for once it is good to have Luddites with radios around." breaking into a good-natured laugh; Terry and I had been colleagues in the past, and we'd teased each other for our respective attitudes towards technology for years; Terry was eager to always try out the latest and greatest the moment it became available; and a week before, if possible.

I? While not exactly a Luddite, I much preferred the tested and true; mechanical wristwatches, analog photography, turntables; hell, even my favorite car was positively ancient and with windscreen wipers probably being the most fancy accessory, being a 1965 Land Rover; a SWB SIIa currently parked in winter storage at work.

"How long do you think the kids will manage outdoors, huh?" He asked, probably posing the question to himself as much as he did to me. It lingered for a few seconds. "God, I wish I had your neighbor's, what, Ellen, is it?; I wish I had her enthusiasm. Good thing for you to have her next door, she positively adores Thomas, doesn't she?"

I nodded. "Absolutely, the affection is mutual; he thinks the world of her, and I; well, words can't even begin to explain how glad I am that she likes spending time with him; good thing his only adult interaction after kindergarten isn't me and my mates! Oh, and it is Ella, by the way."

Ella ran after Thomas, who screamed with laughter as he tried to catch up with Terry's daughter Heidi, which had almost a year on him; it showed, but he wasn't about to give up anytime soon, definitely not now that Ella had joined in on the chase, too.

"To be honest, I really don't think I could've coped as a single dad without her; sure, I'd be able to get Thomas fed and clothed and all that; but she;" My sentence trailed into silence as we watched her overtake Thomas, in hot pursuit of Heidi, coaxing Thomas to give it all he had. He duly did, and raced through the snow beside Ella, who had expertly slowed down just enough for him to be able to keep up, but not enough for him to notice she cut him any slack.

I resumed; "Well, she somehow connects with him every time she sees him in a way I only manage very occasionally. I guess I should envy her, but I'd rather consider myself very lucky to have her nearby. She sure brightens his day; and, as he suggested here the other day; he was wondering if Ella was his mum, now."

"He did, huh? Heard anything from Tonya lately, speaking of roomfuls of elephants and all?" Terry looked at me, concern evident; we'd known each other fairly well before Thomas' mum split, and besides Thomas, me and Tonya's parents, I believe it was fair to say that Terry and his partner Sally were the ones who'd felt her leaving the hardest; still, to some extent, puzzled as to what could make a woman leave her child just like that.

"Nah, it's been a few weeks, she called to let me know she'd be behind on her child support. Again. Not that we need the money as such, I just put it aside in a savings account for Thomas whenever some money dribble in, but; Well, it's been ages since we discussed anything but mundane details like money, she hardly even cares when I try to tell her a little about his doings, once I tell her I won't send the government after her for not paying up, she thanks me and hangs up."

Terry shook his head. "It's just; Beyond me, I'm sorry, Bob."

We looked over at the laughing heap of arms and legs as Heidi carelessly had turned around to see how far behind Ella and Thomas were; only to find that they'd gained enough on her to catch her as she slowed down to have a look.

"Don't be," I suggested. "Hardly your fault, anyway. Let's see if we can join in on the snow fight instead!"

Laughing; and, presumably, as grateful for the change of subject as I was; he ran off, scooping up a handful of snow as he ran towards the kids. And my mistress. Not that he'd ever know That. I hoped.

It felt wonderful; having a moment of carefree, innocent fun with good people. If I were to be honest with myself, I probably did spend too much time doing 'useful' and 'necessary' things, not leaving enough time to play around with Thomas; after work and kindergarten, cooking dinner, cleaning a little around the house &c; well, suddenly it was his bedtime. So, an opportunity to do something as hilariously fun as throwing a handful of snow right into Terry's face before running off, daring him to get even, with the kids; and Ella! hollering behind me;

Bliss.

And tonight, I might even get to have sex again for the first time in weeks. Life was indeed smiling. Now, if I could only carry the thought of more quality time to fruition;

My thoughts were interrupted (and quite abruptly so!) by a good helping of snow being tossed in my general direction by one of the kids, who luckily mostly missed the mark. It did, however, put an end to my pondering and snap me back into the here and now, scooping up some snow on my own and running off to find a suitable victim; which, basically, would mean either Terry or Ella (hit!) or Thomas (miss, but moan about it until he had a chance to get even!).

Ella proved too tempting. As she was recovering; quite theatrically so, bless her; after having taken a near miss orchestrated by Heidi and Thomas, she suddenly found herself in a fluff of powdery, white snow as I snuck up behind her and heaped my catch in the air. Turning and seeing who the perpetrator was, she laughed and yelled that she'd get even before I knew it, then throwing herself at me; laughing, I grabbed her and pulled her down in the snow, only to have the kids laugh and hoot and start kicking snow at the two adults basking in the snow.

Fooling around with Ella in public felt exhilarating, even as innocent as it was; our impromptu wrestling match causing laughs all round. Luckily, we had the good sense to get back on our feet before feeling too cold, returning to Thomas' sled and the thermos flask for a quick cocoa.

Ella giggled as we left the others behind and whispered "So, tell me; Was I the only one feeling turned on as hell at embracing you in public, even if only during a wrestling match?" She didn't wait for me to reply before barging on. "Hell, I'm on fire, truth be told. Once back home, I'll, uh, have to treat myself to a little fingering for sure."

I smiled and nodded. "Nah, you're not the only one. I was surprised at, well, how naughty and liberating it felt at the same time. Had they but known;"

Ella stiffened for a moment, then laughed. "Oh Don't! Fuck, for an instant I imagined we'd been caught in flagranti, so to speak, and wondered how they'd look at us Then!"

Pouring her some cocoa, I shrugged. "Let's just hope it doesn't come to that." She raised her mug to a mock toast. "I'll drink to that;" clinked her mug against the thermos and had a sip.

"I was being serious, though. The moment I get back home, I'll be letting off some steam." She glanced around. "Might as well be now, I promised the old ones I'd do a few chores while they were out shopping. Better get started. After cumming. See you for dinner!"

With that, she started for home, pausing by the kids for a moment to say goodbye, then heading back to her house.

I, on the other hand, was left standing with a hard-on I swear could be seen even through the thick, padded fabric of my winter snowsuit.

It was rather cold, though, so after Thomas had finished off what little cocoa was left, he suggested we head back home. Agreeing on the one condition that we take a detour past a nice hill we could use for turning his sled into a speeding bullet, I said my goodbyes to Terry and the others and started pulling him back home. Glancing at my watch, I noted we'd been having at it in the snow for almost two hours; quite a good outing, that!

Sitting still on his sled, he soon felt the cold starting to bite, so by the time we'd made it to the hill kids had been using for sledding since time immemorial; at least since I was a kid, which, as far as Thomas was concerned was just after dinosaurs roamed the Earth; he asked whether we could simply head right back home and light a fire in the fireplace. I didn't think twice about accommodating him, realizing that once his activity level dropped much below 'mayhem', he was bound to feel the cold.

As we strolled past Ella's house, I caught myself wondering what was going on there at the moment? Was she lying on her bed, fingers busily working her clit and cunt? In the shower? Elsewhere? Never mind; tonight she'd be in my bed. I forced my mind back to the here and now, and brought Thomas inside, lit a fire and suggested we read a book of his choosing.

"Even 'Captain Sabertooth'?" he wasted no time asking, knowing he had me. Like most 4-year-olds, he wasn't very good at accepting qualifiers being offered After a suggestion had been made. I should have said "Any book except Captain Sabertooth". I sighed. "Yes. Even 'Captain Sabertooth'"; a book we'd read quite literally more than a hundred times, on the exploits of a pirate captain, the scourge of the seas, master of Luna Bay, nemesis of Gory Gabriel;

I decided to give it my best; while I knew the book by heart, I could try to read it with a bit more life and feeling. It paid off handsomely; the story itself hardly was any more engaging; to an adult, at any rate; than it had been earlier, but my work paid dividends in Thomas laughing and hollering as I took on soon the voice of one character, then the next.

Book done, it was time for a quick lunchtime snack before doing the laundry; Thomas eagerly helping out when time came to sort the clothing recovered from the dryer. We then put some chopped tomatoes on to simmer until we needed them for the lasagna, then put on an album we both liked; a quite narrow selection, that, but much to my delight Thomas loved Iiro Rantala, a Finnish pianist able of sounding as whimsical and comical as anything while still being a world-class musician. Well, probably he was a world-class musician precisely as he managed to sound as whimsical, but still;

Then a bit more reading; this time Captain Sabertooth was vetoed; and; Well, time to start cooking in earnest.

I liked cooking, and doubly so when I could cook for someone. Grateful that Thomas finally seemed eager to try out new food, I'd enjoyed myself more in the kitchen in the last couple of months than I had in the year prior; and now I even got to prepare a nice meal for Ella, before we;

I sighed at the thought, and paused for a moment to look out into the great nothing outside my window before resuming kitchen duty; the cans of tomatoes we'd put on at lunch time were coming along nicely, tossing in fine-chopped garlic and lots of basil; a tomato sauce simply cannot simmer for too long. Now that I'd fried up the minced meat and tossed it into the tomato sauce, I poured a little balsamic vinegar into the pan, too, before turning my attention to the bechamel sauce. I loved lasagna.

Thomas initially helped; to the tune of squirting a little ketchup in the sauce and trying to chow down a clove of garlic, finding it a bit too strongly flavored for his palate; before going to his room to find a puzzle he could do on the kitchen counter while I cooked. We had a good time for sure, until he left me to my own devices, courtesy of children's TV about to start. While he didn't know how to tell the time yet, he'd learned long ago that when the long hand pointed straight down and the short hand was just to the right of it; then it was time to start watching TV;

Just as I was about to open the oven to put the lasagna inside, Ella stood in the doorway. "Didn't seem right to interrupt him just as his favorite TV show started," she smiled. "I'd much rather interrupt his father, then, whatever he may be up to;"

I put the lasagna in the oven and shut the door. "Well, you're only interrupting my plans to wash the cooking utensils, so;" Ella twisted the tap and started filling hot water in the sink. "Just pour me a glass of wine, you, and that'll be the last you have to think of that chore", she chirped.

I didn't even try to talk her out of it, having had my fair share of doing the dishes over the years; gratefully accepting her offer and then went to the back stairs to find a bottle which would go well with the lasagna.

Well, not that my knowledge of wine went much farther than thinking a red wine would probably be the best bet. If nothing else, at least I had a couple of bottles of Italian wine, which, I guessed, was as good of a pairing as I'd ever manage. I picked the one with the least colorful label, feeling like a proper wine connoisseur as I did so. Returning to the kitchen, I uncorked it and poured us two glasses, handing one to Ella, who was already at work on the pans I'd used to make the sauces. I didn't bother with such niceties as letting the wine breathe, barbarian as I was.

To be continued.

By Norweger for Literotica.

Babysitter with Benefits: Part 4.

Toys and Reviews.

By Norweger.  Listen to the►Podcast at Steamy Stories.

Dinner was finished and we tidied up the kitchen while Thomas watched a TV cartoon.

"So," Ella said playfully after having glanced towards the living room to ensure Thomas was indeed firmly parked in front of the television. "What's been on your mind this afternoon?" .

I stifled a laugh. She knew perfectly well what had been on; what was on; my mind. The little Tease.

"As I said, I am not sure I'd like to go all in and, well, have you in my ass, to put it bluntly; but it;" She paused, staring at something far off for a moment, seemingly lost in thought, before continuing. "I never really gave it much thought until a couple of weeks ago, I believe I saw an article in an online newspaper. You know, 'My boyfriend wants anal, what do I do?' or something like that.”

I continued cleaning up while she talking; “Anyway, that got my mind onto that track, and; Well, it has been impossible to let go of it, like? I'm just too curious as to what it feels like, now. I'd like to; make that have to try it, I think, before I can put the thought to rest. However, I'm a little concerned I'll find having you in me a bit, uh, too much, at least for starters; and I'd hate screaming at you to stop, so; Well, maybe some toys? Some anal beads, a slim vibrator, that kind of thing? We could buy a few and see where it takes us, what do you think?"

What I thought? I was ready to whip out my credit card and ask her to go on a shopping spree. But my response was less hysterical; "Well, I'd be lying if I claimed to not have given the subject of your no doubt incredibly snug ass clenching around my cock some thought, especially this afternoon;"

She giggled, no doubt imagining; correctly, as it were; that I had hardly been able to think of anything but her ass since this morning. "As for toys, though, it so happens I already have a few which could do the trick, me thinks, if you're Okay with testing out some, uh, pretested ones. Oh, I've cleaned them thoroughly with adult toy cleaner, no worries; but I have a couple of ass plugs and a string of anal beads in the bottom drawer of my nightstand."

Ella gave me a quizzical look. "Really? I'll be checking them out in a minute, but, pray, tell me; what's it like? Can't be all bad, seeing as you still have the toys, I guess?"

I laughed. "Definitely not all bad, quite the contrary; anything in there tends to feel massive, and with every small move one makes, one can feel it inside; Well, go have a look, I can deal with the dishes;"

Ella wasted no time heading for the bedroom. I stole a glance at her pert, little ass, for the time being wrapped up in the tightest of jeans one could imagine. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief, even the fact that she enjoyed having sex with me was almost surreal; but this, maybe even offering me her ass; I swallowed. Hard.

I then vigorously attacked the pans with the dish brush in a futile attempt at distracting myself. That didn't work too well. Now Ella was probably sitting on my bed, examining my toy chest, wondering what the various silicone playthings felt like up her rear; I shook my head again, sipped a little wine and put the pans on the counter to dry, before starting to lay the table.

Halfway through, Ella returned, that oh-so-familiar smirk painted all over her face. "So, Mr. Adventurous", she giggled, reaching for her glass. "Have you REALLY used that biggest one? Or is it just something you keep around for bragging rights; or, for that matter, to suggest to innocent young women that your cock surely isn't going to be THAT large in their asses, seeing as you can take such a beast?"

I laughed. "Well, a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and until lately, those play thingies were my only sex partners, you know; Oh, and the biggest one? Bought on a whim to see if I could take it. I can, but not comfortably so; needs a lot of warming up with smaller toys first, and lube like my life depended on it!"

"So," Ella suggested. "Seeing as you're no stranger to ass play, it seems; What do you say you pick one, use it on yourself, then fuck me, huh? Would that be something worth pondering? I got dibs on that cute, little purple one; looked kind of like a suitable beginner toy, that, barely bigger than my pinky;"

I swallowed. Again. "Sure can do. Oh, and you're right about that purple one, first one I bought, nice tickle when you turn on the built in-vibrator."

Ella groaned, clutching her glass. "Oh, that sounds hot. Way hot. I want you to fuck me while that thingy does its thing in my ass."

That being settled, she turned her attention to finish setting the table, leaving me a little flustered; and, I might add, painfully erect; for a few seconds before being able to let go of the thought of what was likely to happen once we'd had dinner and Thomas had fallen asleep.

Taking the lasagna out of the oven, I suggested we leave it to set for a few minutes before eating; just enough time to toss a simple salad. Chopping and slicing whatever green-ish stuff I could find in the fridge; some romaine and rucola, a little bell pepper, some kalamata olives, an onion; then topping it with a dash of a honey vinaigrette, it was just about time to call Thomas to the table.

"Will you go fetch him, please?" I chuckled to Ella. "He's a lot more likely to come for dinner if you ask him to do so, he's currently testing wills with me just about every time I ask him to do anything;"

Leaving her wine glass on the kitchen table, she gaily strolled into the living room, suggesting to Thomas that dinner was ready and that the oh-so-exciting cartoon he was watching would be there after dinner, too; perhaps they could watch a little of it together while his dad did the cleanup after dinner, so that Thomas could tell her a little about what she'd missed, not watching the show from the start?

Seconds later, one happy kid came running into the kitchen, telling me that Ella and he was going to watch TV while I did the dishes after dinner. "Ella decided!" he snickered, very pleased with himself.

"Oh, that sounds like a great plan," I smiled. "I can clean up, then perhaps Ella would tuck you in and read you a story before you fall asleep? But, first; dinner. Would you like some salad?"

Thomas pondered it for a second, glancing at the bowl. "I don't like olives, but the rest looks good;"

Ella promptly suggested she LOVED olives, and would only be too happy to eat whatever olives he passed her way. "They're so salty and; Well, the taste remind me of something;" she glanced over at me and winked, while Thomas, oblivious to her teasing me; thank God; started digging into the salad bowl while I put a little lasagna on his plate, taking care to ensure he got a good helping of melted cheese.

Somewhat to my surprise, I found that once the meal got started, any thought of bedding Ella took a back seat to the simple joy of a good meal in good company; reliving the highlights of our morning spent basking in the snow, Thomas giving Ella a brief recap of the exciting bits of the book I'd been reading to him after we'd returned back home; well, while I felt our mealtimes were among the day's high points even when it was only the two of us, sharing the meal with a friend; as she most undoubtedly was, to both of us; well, it took it to another level. I caught myself wondering how many days we'd have to wait before inviting her over for dinner again.

For a little while, it felt almost like a family dinner. Ella caught me staring at her, smiling back and forming a silent 'Soon!' with her lips. I shook my head softly. "I just; Well, it struck me how much more conversation there is when there's three of us around the table." I blushed a little, then nodded to Thomas. "Don't you think so, too? That having auntie Ella over for dinner is nice?"

Vigorous nodding. I sheepishly glanced over at her. "I just realized that whenever you're around, Thomas and I both; Well, you appear to bring out the best in the both of us, while also adding lots to the mix." I blushed more, concerned that I maybe was about to veer too close to the subject we'd decided was off limits; emotion, affection; "Quite simply put, this home is a better place whenever you're in it. Not just for the, ah, adult reasons." I murmured the last part of it, hoping Thomas wouldn't pay sufficient attention to ask what 'adult reasons' meant. He didn't.

Ella's turn to blush, but luckily, she took it the way I had intended it; as a heartfelt observation and compliment rolled into one; she was observant enough to have noticed the same thing herself, probably.

Leaning over, she hugged Thomas, then smiled at me after having worked herself out of his embrace. "Thanks, I do really feel like I am somewhat part of the family by now." She giggled. "I probably get to put Thomas to bed more often than many parents do with their own kids!"

Which was all the cue he needed to suggest he was done eating and would love to be read a goodnight story, he'd even forgotten about the plan to watch more TV. It took all the forces of persuasion we possessed between us to have him calm down for long enough for us to finish our meals; but just as Ella scooped up the last few bits of lasagna from her plate, he took her by the arm and led her from the table. "Let's go to my room, auntie!".

I laughed and waved them off, suggesting they enjoy his last waking minutes while I did the dishes.

Damn, was I hard.

I put on a great album; Getz/Gilberto's eponymous LP, I never tired of the laid back bossanova rhythms, and now that I had learned enough Portuguese to keep more or less up with the lyrics, the long-standing favorite of mine had risen to new highs. It was one of a handful of albums I loved; and it was the perfect album to keep me company whiling away the time doing dishes and preparing dessert before my lover of a few months returned to the kitchen.

Seldom, if ever, had I felt as upbeat while doing the dishes; the sensual tones coming from the stereo, the muffled voices of Thomas and Ella as they went through the evening ritual of brushing teeth, donning pajamas and reading a fairy tale or two, the expectation I brimmed with, knowing that soon, very soon Ella and I would be naked and enjoying each other, the well-being one always feels after a good dinner; Life was good. Even as I stood there with my hands in the soapy, grimy water.

Much sooner than I'd expected, Ella returned, giggling. "I guess I should feel bad, but I told him the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would be tomorrow, and the sooner we'd be able to play some more. He clenched his eyes shut to prove how fast he could fall asleep, and, tired as he was, promptly dozed off."

"And you ought to feel bad about this because;" I asked, having a fair idea what kind of answer I'd get for my trouble.

"Because I wanted him to fall asleep only so I could have your cock in me as soon as possible, of course."

I laughed, nodding towards the kitchen counter, where two almost finished créme brûlées sat in their cups. "Just pour a little sugar and some brandy on top of those, if you're impatient, light them up using the torch on the shelf by the espresso machine; I'll be done with the baking dish just in time to prepare us a couple of cups as the lid on the créme brûlées is done, methinks."

Ella strolled over to me, gave me a quick hug from behind and a peck in the neck before reaching around to grip my throbbing erection through the fabric of my pants. Giggling, she let go of me and turned to the counter and the dessert. "I was just getting concerned you had forgotten all about our plans for the evening, but it seems you are able to keep two thoughts in mind at the same time;"

I stole a glance over at her as she stood there in profile, her pert ass and round tits stretching the fabric of her outfit, making her clothes look almost as if they were painted on. Soon, I'd help her out of them, and then; I returned my attention to the last fifteen seconds of dish washing before washing my hands and turning on the coffee grinder, playfully stroking my hand over her ass cheek as I walked past. "No worries, ah, lover," I said softly. "We'll enjoy these, then we'll enjoy each other. No worries!"

The blue-ish flames died down just as I tamped the coffee into the filter. Seconds later, the coffee poured into the pair of espresso cups I'd placed on the drip tray. I again glanced over at Ella, catching her staring at me, lust evident. I felt my chest swelling with pride that she'd picked me of all men out there to be her lover. Handing her a cup, I suggested we have dessert right away. She giggled, then mused whether I was in half as much of a rush as she was.

I nodded. Winking at me, she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing she had dropped the bra tonight, letting her firm, round tits swing free as she casually tossed the black sweater over the back of a chair. "Just to make sure your thoughts don't drift", she smirked, then sipped her espresso while reaching for one of the créme brûlées.

I wondered if I looked as slack-jawed as I felt, eventually regaining my composure sufficiently to sip my own espresso and have a taste of the glorified caramel pudding I'd prepared, not taking my eyes of Ella for even an instant. "So," I croaked, clearing my throat before continuing. "You're not having any second thoughts? Ready to, uh, say hello to my little friend?"

Another sip of espresso. "Hell, yes! To tell you the truth, I believe you'll find my seat"; she nodded towards the dinner table; "being soaked. I was, and am, so horny I, I;"

She shook her head as if in disbelief, then reached for my hand. "Come!" she implored. "Fuck dessert. Let's do it!"

Laughingly; and, truth be told, somewhat relieved that she apparently felt just as strongly as I felt that we were about to do something real, real good; I followed her to the bedroom, where she wasted no time undoing her pants and wiggling herself out of them. Seconds later, she was naked and restless, shifting her weight from one leg to the other while I was still kept busy undoing my shirt buttons.

"Don't be such a tease," she laughed as she started undoing my belt. "I'd never imagined DINNER as foreplay, but sitting there, looking at you, knowing what was coming;"

Once she'd undone the buckle, it was a simple matter of tearing the buttons open and shoving my jeans down until I could step out of them; my boxers suffered the same fate; being in a heap around my ankles, that is; and seconds later, after having gotten rid of my socks, I was as naked as she was.

Falling to my knees, I firmly gripped her around the waist and pulled her to me, her hands ruffling my hair. My cheek rested against her mound. I turned my face, catching the first whiff of the scent of horny Ella; greedily, I bored my tongue into it, separating her labia. Bingo. She was soaked, and she whimpered as I began eating her out, standing there on my bedroom floor. I couldn't wait. She couldn't wait.

Cupping her ass in my hands, I pushed her pussie towards my face, savoring the taste and the immediate reaction from her; I could feel her twitch and respond to every move my tongue made.

Groaning, she ruffled my hair, begging me not to stop; not that I had any intent of doing so! Probing her, teasing her, occasionally attacking her clit head on before soon pulling back, I had her squirming and moaning and begging me to keep it up; as far as I was concerned, a most enviable position to be in!

A few minutes into this, she cleared her throat then softly suggested it was time to get on the bed; as she felt on the brink of cumming and didn't know if she'd be able to stay on her feet when orgasm took her.

Pulling away from her, I got to my feet and took her hand. "So, let's get you on the bed, then see where it takes us, huh?"

Ella giggled. "I know PERFECTLY well where that's likely to take us, lover!". She did have a point.

Throwing herself down on the bed, Ella was on her back and beckoned me to her, eagerly. I didn't need much persuading before I joined her.

"Will you do the honors?" Ella winked at me, then turned around so her ass was right in front of my face. I leaned forward, tenderly kissing first one cheek, then the other, before letting my tongue quickly dart across her puckered hole. She whimpered. "Oh my god, was that your tongue! It tickled!"

I reached for the lube and the purple plug on the nightstand, pouring a little in the palm of my hand before dipping the tiny plug in it, distributing the lube evenly all over it. I then dipped a finger in the remaining lube and gently applied it on her anus. She squirmed a little and stifled a moan. "This, by the way, feels somewhat awkward", she murmured. "Almost clinical, like. As if you're a doctor preparing me for an examination or something."

I applied a little more lube, being a firm believer in the anal sex tenet 'Too much lube is almost enough!'.

"Bend over, if you please, my patient," I laughed.

Ella was about to get down on the bed, then remembered. "Wait!" She exclaimed. "I thought we'd agreed you do one on yourself first?"

I shrugged. Sure, I didn't mind at all. Reaching into the bottom drawer, I found a favorite, a prostate massager which had made me see stars every time I'd used it. Wasting no time lubing it up; much as I enjoyed having it in me, I kind of had my eyes set on a bigger prize tonight; and, awkwardly squatting a little, pushing it home while Ella studied me intently. I groaned a little as it slipped home, then turned to show her it was in me to the base. Giggles. "Wow, that didn't seem hard at all!", she laughed.

"Okay," she continued. "You've been a good sport, now it's my turn!" Turning over on all fours, steadying herself by putting her hands against the headboard, she wiggled her ass at me. Having thoroughly lubed up a finger, I gently pressed against her virgin hole and waited, knowing she'd ease up after a few seconds. She did, and promptly yelped as my finger slipped a couple of centimeters inside.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. I pulled back, squirted some more lube on my finger, then pushed it back in. "Oh! Oh!" she groaned. "Fuck me, that's the first time ever anything has ENTERED that way;"

I giggled. "Really? Have you never;" She shook her head, her reddish hair brushing back and forth over her back.

"Never, I've been quite occupied simply enjoying my pussy, thank you very much!" she smirked. "Not that your finger feels at all unpleasant, mind!"

Encouraged, I probed deeper in her, reaching past the second knuckle before starting to wiggle my finger a little about. I was rewarded with a groan.

"Oh my! Keep at it, please, don't stop!" Ella let her right hand sink from the headboard and soon it cupped her pussie, another moan as she no doubt let a finger rub along her slit, feeling how wet she was. "Let's just do this for a while, huh?" She said, eagerly fingering herself with my pointer finger buried in her ass. "Just play a little with me, then get that plug in me and we'll fuck, Okay?"

Gently probing her ass, I felt dizzy with excitement. Surely, if she found it so pleasurable to have a finger in her, a small plug; surely she'd want to graduate to my cock, eventually? I hoped so, but was bright enough to decide against pushing for it. If she wanted to, she'd let me know.

Fingering herself, Ella giggled. "I hope you don't mind me getting all the pleasure at the moment, huh?" She said, breaking into a laugh. "It'll be your turn soon enough, I promise; but this, it just felt so new, so good;"

"Oh, I'm good", I murmured. "The pleasure of giving you pleasure aside, don't forget I already have a toy in me;"

I rewarded her enthusiasm by pulling out of her, then lubing up another finger before gently, very gently pushing back in. She yelped again, increasing the pace of her fingering. "Ooh, fuck!" She exclaimed. "That's like, two fingers? Three?" My GOD!!!"

I smiled. I'd be buried in her ass to the hilt before the day was over, of that I was almost certain. "Two fingers. Ready for the purple plug, Ella?"

She groaned. "Yeah, slip it inside me, please;"

Pulling out of her, I reached for the ass plug, glistening with lube. Pressing the tip against her anus, it wasted no time slipping past her sphincter. I let it rest there for a few seconds, before gently pushing it home; it was rather small; some 3" long and probably no more than three quarters of an inch across; so as she'd been probed a little before the plug entered the picture, she took it all in one go, moaning as it came to rest in her.

"Um hmm, you mentioned something about a vibrator;" Ella said, voice dripping with lust. Pressing firmly against the base, I gave the plug a second to figure out its services were requested, and a soft hum emanated from it, Ella jolting as if she'd had an electric shock. "Oh. My. God!" She grunted, turning over on her back. "Come here, lover!"

As she pulled up her legs and spread them, I wasted no time kneeling between her thighs, letting my tongue taste her soaked slit again. Another moan. "Oh, another few seconds of that and I'll;"

I greedily lapped away at her, tickling the clit which had already peeked out from under its hood to see what the fuss was all about.

"Another few seconds and I'll; I'll cum!" she squealed, bucking her hips against me; and, indeed, cumming.

Pulling back from her pussy, I eased myself up until I could lay down over her, my cock resting against her belly; she was just coming to again, eyes blinking, before she smiled at me and giggled. "Wow, that was intense," she mused. "I never thought such a small vibrator would make itself felt as much as it did; does. She smiled. "It; Wow, it throbs so, I can feel it in my ass, my pussy, all the way down to my toes;" She laughed. "Not that it can hold a candle to the real thing. Do your thing, please."

I did my thing. Bucking my hips a little, I managed to wiggle a hand in between us, grabbing the base of my cock and pointing it towards the slit I'd just tasted; with my swollen glans resting against her lips, I leaned down, kissed her full on the lips; and sank to the bottom in one smooth stroke. Ella whimpered while eagerly making out, bucking towards me, urging me deeper. Every wiggle she made caressed my cock almost beyond belief, and also made me feel the presence of the hefty plug in my own ass.

I gasped as her velvety snugness welcomed me. No matter how familiar the feel, nothing could ever prepare me fully for how wonderful it felt to push inside her. Slowly, I began to thrust in her, locking eyes with her as I did so. "So," I began. "Does it live up to expectations, being double-teamed by a silicone plug and a neighbor?"

Ella nodded fervently. "Hell, yes, it does!" She closed her eyes, grabbed my ass and pulled me down onto her. "Every time you bottom out in me, I feel the buzz of the ass plug even harder;"

She kissed my chin. "If you're happy with it, I think I'll just lie here and be entertained by the two of you, it's already bordering on too intense; Just fuck me, slowly and gently, please?"

Slowly and gently it was. I surely hoped I wasn't already beginning to take sex with Ella for granted, but to my relief found that the frenzied lovemaking of our first few trysts had; at least for the time being; given way to more relaxed, playful, tender lovemaking, probably in part brought on by the realization that there would be more times like these; so no need to devour her as if it was the last time, every time. Ella, too, seemed content with the lowered pace, smiling lustfully back at me as I held her gaze while; still slowly; pulling out of her and sinking back in. I could do this almost for however long she wanted me to as long as we kept this pace. Good.

Anxious that I was too heavy for comfort lying over her, I placed my hands on the mattress and lifted me off of her, still thrusting in her in the same slow, steady pace, taking in the wonderful sight of her perfectly round tits jiggling ever so slightly with my every thrust before letting my gaze drift back to her face, painted with bliss, making her even more beautiful than usual; no small feat, that!

Smiling back at me, Ella winked. "So, with regards to going all in; The plug is making a most persuasive argument in favor, just so you know;"

I could not help but laugh. "Oh he is, is he?"

"Um hmm. Taking it was a lot easier going than I'd imagined, and while you're bigger;" She smiled. "Make me cum again, then we'll do it, Okay?"

I quickened the pace, pulling myself up a little so my shaft slid against her clit with every thrust. Ella groaned and bucked hard against me, urging me on. "Yes, harder, harder!!!"; to which I duly obliged.

"You do realize I may well cum myself, huh?" I grunted at her, only to be rewarded with a giggle. "And? I am sure I'll be able to make you ready for seconds once we've relaxed a little;"

Smile broadening, Ella pursed her lips to an O, then suggested she'd almost forgotten what I tasted like; so if I thought that would suffice to get me hard again, then;"

The mere thought of her blowing me made the base of my cock tingle. Increasing the pace further, I knew I was soon approaching the point of no return.

"You close?" I grunted. I got an angelic smile for my trouble. "Very!" she replied, shut her eyes, hugged my ass; and suggested I take her past the finish line.

The fervor of our first lovemaking was back, and firmly so; I slammed my cock into her, relentlessly chasing my own; and her; orgasm. Ella's eyes remained shut, she smiled and kept pulling me down on her, as if I needed any prodding. Soon, the familiar warmth spread throughout my body; I had seconds to go. Pounding her, I was relieved to feel her tense and then contract around me just as my own orgasm erupted; I came, hard, shooting my load in her and collapsing over her just as she yelped and came, too.

We were a sweaty heap of entangled limbs, but I could live with that. Totally spent, I rolled over on my side to relieve her of my weight, then smiled at her as she faced me, pulling a strand of hair aside, sighing contentedly. "Wow," she muttered. "That was a good one. Ah, would you mind turning the purple wonder off, please?"

Giggling, she turned her back on me and pushed her ass toward me; nabbing the plug at the base, I pulled it out of her and unceremoniously dropped it on the floor before cuddling up to her, brushing her hair aside and kissing her in the nape of the neck, hoping I wasn't being too intimate.

Apparently, I wasn't. Ella softly murmured something I didn't quite catch, then wiggled herself closer to me, suggesting I hold her.

I did, enjoying the shared intimacy, but at the same time feeling a sting of uncertainty; were we just sharing a moment after having had excellent sex, or;

I snuggled closer to her while pondering the thought. Was I beginning to take a romantic interest in her? I'd promised her I wouldn't; heck, I'd pretty much promised myself, too, I wouldn't;

Any lingering unease was immediately lifted when Ella turned around to face me, put on her most impish grin and suggested she wanted to see if she could suck me hard again, though.

Flopping over on my back, I eagerly grinned back at her asking her to do her utmost.

She did. Oh, how she did. With a curious playfulness; this was only the second time she'd blown me, hell, the second time she'd blown anybody; so she basically made it up as she went along, kneeling between my thighs, planting sloppy kisses down my stomach before lightly tracing the underside of my semi-flaccid, cum-glistening cock. It twitched. Ella giggled and cupped my balls, kissing the glans, giving her tongue a quick swirl over it.

It felt heavenly. I pondered for a moment how her inexperience made it feel even better; she curiously tried soon this, soon that, developing her technique as she went along rather than, as perhaps would have been the case had she had a few men under her belt, going for what she knew would work and be done with it.

Her tongue swirled over the purplish glans, and I could feel myself starting to swell again, to amused giggles from Ella. "What, I thought you'd cum and then it would be a CHALLENGE to get you hard again, but this;" she glanced up at me, smiling; "This hardly counts, does it?" She kissed the tip of my cock softly, then let her lips slowly slide down it until the head was fully inside her mouth. She then started sucking, ever so gently. Softly stroking her hair, I could feel myself growing harder by the second; her mouth was everything a man could hope for and more, and the prize when I was fully erect again; I moaned.

A few more seconds of this, and I'd be ready. She apparently sensed it, too, and pulled off of me. "That was easier than I'd thought", she quipped. "I'll keep that in mind for future use!"

She then laid over on her side, slowly stroking me in case I'd need reminding that staying hard was in my own interest. "So, how do we do this," she asked, suddenly serious. "Would I be on all fours, or will something else work better?"

I smiled, then got up, a drop of saliva; or maybe precum; dribbling from my cock as I rose. "I thought, maybe if you lie down on your back, ass on the edge of the bed here;" I motioned for the foot end; "then I can be on my knees on the floor, should be about the right height, then we can have eye contact. Will make for better communication, methinks. So you can keep me from getting carried away; plus it will be simpler for you to masturbate if need be."

Ella nodded. "Sounds like a plan!"; and with that, she arched herself, planted her feet on the floor and eased her ass forward until it rested on the very edge of the bed. Crunch time.

I grabbed the lube from the nightstand, then took a condom from the package in the top drawer. Glancing back at Ella, lying there on the bed and staring at me with eyes sparkling with excitement, I had to really concentrate to keep myself from shaking my head in meek disbelief. Tearing open the foil, I swiftly rolled it on, squirted a generous helping of lube in the palm of my hand, then started applying it to her anus. She squirmed and moaned as I gently probed her, finding I slipped in almost unhindered.

Repeatedly dipping my finger in the lube, I ensured she got lots in her, before closing my palm around the shaft of my cock, covering it in lube with a couple of soft strokes. I was ready. She was ready.

Taking a pillow from the bed, I knelt on it and there I was, cock swaying as I nudged closer to her ass. Locking eyes with her, I could see hers were almost glazed over with lust, mixed with a little bit of anxiety. I smiled, suggesting that I'd be very, very careful; and, of course, that if she asked me to stop, I'd pull out instantly and that'd be the end of it until; or even if; she felt ready to try again. She nodded. "I am sure you'll be careful, now, just; Do it before I lose my nerve, huh?"

Resting the glans against her puckered hole, I took a deep breath, then, while still holding her gaze, I started pushing my hips forward. The pressure built. Ella stared back, not averting her gaze for an instant. Seconds later, she eased up a little, and my glans slipped past the sphincter, causing her to grunt a drawn-out "Ooh!" before smiling faintly at me. "Oh, you're much, much; Well, you FEEL much, much bigger like this!"

She giggled uncertainly. "Not that I've any complaints, mind. Just; Go real slow, huh?" I nodded. I had no intent of scaring her off anal, seeing as being in her was every bit as tight, warm and wonderful as I'd hoped it would be. Reaching for first one ankle and raising it until it rested over my shoulder, then the other, I had a perfect starting point for entering her to the hilt, grabbing her thighs and slowly, oh-so-slowly pulling her towards me. Her eyes were wide open, but her gaze seemed turned inward as she focused all her attention on the new and unfamiliar; though I hoped not unpleasant; feeling of my cock in her ass.

I was almost halfway there when she, panting, asked me to pause a little. "Sure thing, you want me to pull out?" I asked, hoping any tinge of anxiety in my voice would be interpreted as concern for her well-being, rather than concern that the show would be over. To my shame, I had to admit to myself that I had both thoughts in mind, despite really wanting the first one to govern my mind alone.

She shook her head. "No, just stay, I need some time to adjust, is all." Lazily, she dragged a finger along her slit, then started rubbing her mound. "It feels so good, I just; Well, I don't want it to be too much, too soon."

I looked at her, mesmerized, as she deftly fingerfucked herself, taking the occasional detour to rub her clit before returning her attention to the soaked slit.

She nodded at me. "Please. Do it."

I did. Pulling her towards me, I soon felt her ass keeping the length of my cock like in a vise. A velvety, snug vise, that is. Giving her a mild thrust just as I was in her to the hilt, my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. I was in her as deep as I'd ever be.

Looking down at her, I was relieved to see a somewhat hesitant smile form on her face. She looked amused as she smiled back at me, while picking up the pace she was masturbating at. "Just; Stay there for a while, Okay, it feels; Oh, so different, so; So amazing!"

I nodded, taking in the wonderful sight that was Ella, furiously pleasing herself, with me as an, well, I could hardly say innocent bystander, could I, as I was buried balls deep in her?

Just staying in her, the sensation was almost too much; every minute movement she made was instantly transmitted to my cock. I tried to stifle a moan. She giggled. "So, lover, does it feel as good as you had hoped for? Done this before, by the way?"

I blushed. "Last things first; yes, once, almost twenty years ago; but I only, ah, made it an inch or so inside before it was called off, chances are we weren't careful enough. Well, that I wasn't careful enough, I guess, in fairness. As for how I feel now; Yes, it is every bit as wonderful as I had hoped for. So; So different from being in your pussy. Tighter. Much more friction. But still; Somewhat the same, to feel you around me, your every move;"

Ella thrust her ass ever so carefully against me. "Okay, can you try fucking me? Like, slowly and carefully? I think I'm ready for it;"

I did. And did it feel amazing. She was well lubed up, so I could pull out of her without much of an effort; when only the glans remained inside her, I thrust forward again, not trusting that her anus would let me right back in if I pulled all the way out. When I tensed my muscles to push my hips forward and sink inside her, I really, really felt the presence of the plug in my own ass. No way in hell I'd turn on the vibrator, I'd need all the help I could get to hold back my own orgasm; definitely not anything to bring it forward!

We fell into a slow, steady rhythm, Ella bucking against my every thrust as I bottomed out in her, groaning as, between her own masturbation and my thrusting, she probably was getting the ride of her life.

"I; I'll be cumming soon," she murmured. "When I do, don't stop, please, just keep thrusting like this, Okay?"

Could do. I luckily still had a way to go before cumming again, so with any luck I'd; we'd; be able to get her over the edge and into a massive one before I erupted. Gripping firmly onto her thighs, I took my chances bottoming out in her a little more forcefully. Squeals of delight ensued.

With her free hand, she cupped a tit and pinched her nipple, closing her eyes as orgasm drew near. "Keep looking at me!" I snapped, puzzled as to how assertive I sounded; it had been intended as a plea, but came out more like a command. Ella opened her eyes and met my gaze.

I smiled. "I want to hold your gaze when you cum," I said softly. "You're so, so incredibly beautiful then. Please."

"Thanks, ah, fuck, Fuck!" she yelped; and there, as if on cue, she clenched down on my cock, shoved her fingers as deep in herself as she could, and came, came hard. There was nothing I could do but hold onto her for dear life, but the look on her face as orgasm rode her; Priceless. I knew it would be etched in my mind for the rest of my days; her focused, intent stare as she desperately tried to hold my gaze, before her eyes glazed over and her focus turned inward;

This was what pure bliss looked like. And it was astonishingly beautiful.

As instructed, I kept fucking her through her orgasm, albeit slowing down a little.

She was riding a big one, frantically fingering herself while in the throes of it; from the looks of it, she was hell-bent on riding on right into the next. Pulling all the way out, I immediately pushed back inside her, getting a loud "Yes!" for my trouble; and there, just as her orgasm ebbed, she shook in another. I could feel myself closing in, too, so gave her another couple of thrusts, again pulling all the way out before slipping back inside, providing extra stimulation for the both of us.

Ella whimpered, then softly suggested that she probably could take no more, not now. I was very close. "Please," I begged. "Another couple of seconds will be all I need;"

By way of reply, she pulled herself back a little, then slammed back onto my cock. I erupted, being thrown into an orgasm which made my toes curl; I shot my load deep, deep inside her, then my lights more or less went out; collapsing over her, my still spewing cock slipping out of her, the last couple of cum spurts filling the condom as my cock slid along her thigh.

I lay over her, still, utterly spent.

Next thing I knew, Ella stirred under me, then exclaimed "Fuck, we fell asleep! What time is it? My parents! Fuck, fuck, Fuck!"

Rolling off of her, I could groggily answer at least what time it was. Two fifteen. Late, but not outrageously late for a teenager being out, I guess.

Jumping from the bed in all her naked glory, Ella more ran than walked towards the living room in search of her phone. Following her, I hoped she'd calm down once she'd assessed the situation a little; after all, her being out late did not mean her parents would add two and two together and find she'd been sleeping with their neighbor.

She was standing by the dinner table, lovely lit by the moonlight; I took a moment to simply enjoy the moment, though the timeless, Venus-like quality of the scene was perhaps spoiled a little by the iPhone she was busy unlocking with her right hand; Ella stared at her screen. "Oh, mom's been texting me twice asking where I am at, fuck, she's probably awake still;"

I walked over to her, putting my hands on her shoulders. "Relax. I've got you covered. Get dressed, then we'll head for Thomas' room and you'll have a wonderfully innocent alibi. No worries."

Ella stared back at me, unease evident as she no doubt imagined the explaining she'd have to do once she had crawled back over the fence and tried to tiptoe in without waking her parents, only to find them sitting there, waiting anxiously;

Anyway, she returned to the bedroom and hastily put on her clothes, puzzled at her sweater being missing before remembering it was in the kitchen, almost running for it, then proceeding down the hall to Thomas' room. I nodded towards his reading corner and the old, tattered wing chair. "Just sit down in his chair and pull the blanket over yourself, perhaps even leaving one of his books in your lap for effect. I'll snap a photo and message your parents saying I thought you'd returned home, only to find you sleeping soundly as I looked in on Thomas before going to bed;"

Ella smirked, relaxing a bit now that she was fully awake and, perhaps, also thinking that this might go down well, after all.

She picked a book of fairy tales from the shelf, sat in the chair and sank down until her ass was almost on the edge of the seat, whimpering a little as she did so; "Ooh, I felt that. You were quite gentle, but I'll feel that I've had something in me for a day or two, I think;"

She suddenly burst out laughing. "Wait, we just passed out; You're still, uh, having that plug in your ass, aren't you?" She bit her lip to stifle the laugh, not wanting to wake Thomas; but yes, I was still plugged, as I'd felt very strongly the moment I jerked awake; but there kind of, sort of, hadn't been any appropriate time to remove it, so;

She giggled "Not something I thought I'd ever say sitting in a chair with a book of children's fairy tales in my lap, that!"

She then snuggled in, pulled the blanket over herself, positioned the book in her lap and let her head fall to the side, resting against the wing.

I took a couple of seconds to consider if it looked plausible or not, then went and got my own phone, snapped a photo and texted her parents.

'Look what I found. I thought Ella had returned home after reading to Thomas, but apparently the pair of them dozed off together. In case you're awake; should I just let her sleep here, or would you rather I send her home?'

Ella had been right; they must have been waiting up for her, as it only took a couple of seconds for Gloria to start replying. 'Oh, do let her sleep, but thank you, Thank You for letting us know she's safe, we were getting a little concerned as she wasn't home when we returned from dinner at my cousin's.'

I handed Ella the phone. "Looks like you're home free. Would you rather go back to my bed, spend the night in the guest room or brave the chair?"

She giggled. "Aren't you the manipulative one, I'll have to keep that in mind!"

Getting up from the chair, she shrugged. "I guess I'd better take the guest bedroom, I'd freak out if Thomas caught us sleeping together."

Giving me a quick peck on the cheek, she smiled. "Thanks. For all the fun we've had tonight, and for getting me off the hook. Don't worry about making the bed, I know where the linen is at. Wake me whenever you're having breakfast, huh?"

Again, having guests. as warm as Ella. was hardly any trouble. After following her with my eyes until she'd reached the stairs, I returned to my room to tidy up any evidence; I knew I'd sleep like a rock the moment my head touched the pillow. Once I'd gotten the plug out, that is.

Commencement to Life.

One afternoon in Late March, Ella's mother came into her room to ask some sensitive questions about her further life goals and plans.

Gloria wasn't nosey, just interested in what Ella had concluded for herself.

“Mama, I really see myself as being primarily a happy wife, mother, and involved in my family, as God sees fit to bless my life. Very much like I've seen you showing me.”

Gloria beamed with joy at her daughter's compliment. “ That is a very mature and noble view of life, Ella. Do you see any specific possibilities in this vocation?”

Ella was gripped with fear about what to say. Her mother had such a warm and supportive demeanor. She decided to defer; “Momma, I really wonder what you perceive? Tell me your honest thoughts?

Gloria moved from the doorway to sit at the foot of Ella's bed facing Ella who was sitting at her computer desk chair. “Ella, this may seem odd, but hear me out before you respond.”

Ella softly nodded as she held her breath.

“Ella, I've seen how fulfilled you seem to be, at meeting the needs of Bob and little Thomas. It goes beyond the compensation of what he pays you. Little Thomas treats you as his mother, truly. He affirms your gift of motherhood. Even at 18 years old, you've grown into a woman and matured into what that child truly needs from you.
And more importantly, now hear me out; Bob respects you as more than a hired teen girl. He values and respects you for what you've faithfully provided in Thomas' life.
Finally, I've seen how Bob looks at you. His countenance is that of admiration and desire. I believe you complete him. Despite the 14 years age difference.
How can you not love a man like him? How can you not have a wonderful life with a man like him?“

Ella's heart beat loudly. This was so unexpected and the reasoning was so solid, so insightful. And it resolved a dilemma that provided no better resolution. “Momma, how can this come to be? Bob has not expressed such a wish. How does a lady wait for it to happen?”
“Ella, social pressures are not conducive to Bob's initiation. Society will see him as less than a gentleman for asserting himself to a fair maiden such as you, at your age. He'll need you to initiate the matter, by expressing your own clear willingness and devotion. Even then, you'll likely need to continually bask openly of your assertive, yet refined overture.”

“Thank you, Momma. I will think the matter over. If my heart is at peace, I will try to wisely pursue the matter. The rest is in God's hands.”

With that, Gloria left her bedroom and Ella reviewed her past 8 months with Bob. Eight wonderful and satisfying months. She now saw herself as a changed woman. No longer acting like and living for the affirmations of her high school contemporaries.

Ella slipped on her shoes and went out the back door. Hank, her father, was tending the spring garden planting as she passed through the gate to Bob's back yard. Thomas was busy with toy trucks in his sandbox, but Ella also left him undisturbed. She entered the porch where Bob was enjoying the music of Foreigner on the speakers.

“Hey, Ella!” Bob greeted her with a smile.

Thirty minutes later, Ella left the porch and walked to the sandbox, where she was welcomed by Thomas and offered a toy truck to play with.

Bob walked out the porch and through the gate to visit with Hank, as Hank was wrapping up the spring garden planting. Gloria came to check on them after another 20 minutes. After a few more minutes the three of them went to Thomas' sandbox, where Bob swiftly sank to one knee and addressed Ella, as Hank and Gloria watched on,

Thomas finally stopped playing and looked on at the commotion when he heard Ella yell; “Yes!”

By Norweger for Literotica.