Shane and Marisa Sherman seemed a normal couple when I first met them through my baby sitting duties. I was asked to baby sit their five year old daughter Molly on a regular basis. She was a delightful young child whom I quickly developed a real bond to, and she to me. I quite liked Shane and Marisa too; they seemed real nice people who made me feel very welcome in their home. I guess I was in a little awe of Marisa, for she was a sophisticated and pretty lady, tall, blonde and always looked a million dollars in stylish clothes and superbly applied make up. She was both confident and funny, and had a knack of putting me most at ease whenever we were together. Her husband and Molly's father Shane was an okay guy, kind of good looking I suppose, but girls my age just don't find men in their forties particularly desirable. I like my men young, lean and good looking with a touch of innocence about them.
My name is Tessa Banks, but friends just call me Tess. At the time all this happened I was a sprightly twenty two year old student studying early childhood education. My baby sitting jobs gave me a little play money and quality time with children whom I simply adore. They however curtailed some of my Friday and Saturday night social activities which are a bit of a downer, especially if I had a boyfriend at the time. If I had to describe myself, I guess the word average would be appropriate. I've got brunette hair bordering on ginger in certain light, I'm average in height and weight with ample breasts and a nice round butt. I like to wear tight tee shirts and jeans, and hate feminine clothes like fancy dresses with a vengeance, much to my parent's discontent. I'm told I'm pretty; people seem to comment favourably on my big blue eyes and my cute upturned nose.
My sexual experiences started like most other girls, holding hands and sneaking kisses with your first love is something never to be forgotten. This of course led to park up in cars where wandering hands led to the lifting of tops and the partial sliding down of jeans and panties allowed further exploration. As I got braver and more interested, the further I went until the inevitable loss of my virginity. Thankfully it was with a boy I really loved and there were no regrets. It was all pretty well planned and I was on the pill on that unforgettable night. You've probably heard the same first time stories I have, painful screaming and lots of blood. It wasn't like that for me; I was so excited and aroused that his cock slipped inside me with ease. I'll not forget the memory of the pleasure of making love for the first time, the warmth of a nice hard cock inside me and all the excited kisses that we shared. I especially liked it when he ejaculated deep inside me, his warm cum completely flooding me and changing the sensation of his cock sliding back and forth. Looking back, we may have been a little inept, but it was still good fun. That relationship lasted a few months during which time I'd got to like sex more than a lot.
My next boyfriend was a little older and a lot more experienced; he taught me a whole lot more; especially oral. He had access to a bed which was a lot better than the back seat of a car. It didn't take me long to appreciate a good licking which I got a lot of, in return I became quite good at delivering blow jobs. I learned to tease with my tongue and bring him close to orgasm a few times before withdrawing my services. Depending on my mood at the time, I might let him cum in my mouth, but most times though I would suck him to the brink and let him cum on my face to avoid the unpleasant bitter taste that we girls feel obliged to complain about. By the time that this relationship dissolved, I'd become quite an accomplished lover, and after that boyfriends came and went. My rule was that I'd never drop my panties on the first two or three dates, but if I really liked them, I certainly kept them interested until I was ready to spread my legs.
One of the things I really like about sex is watching a cock grow nice and hard. I enjoy initiating sex, and getting in early is important. I like the power of being able to control a mans arousal, to me the thought that my presence alone can make a cock stand up nice and proud is something special. I can't imagine growing old and wrinkly and not having that magical power over men and their cocks. There's this one special game I love to play, starting with making my lover at the time take his pants off while I'm still fully dressed. Ensuring he's not already hard, I start doing a seductive striptease. He's of course not allowed to touch his cock as I love to watch it grow all by itself. Of course some guys are spoilsports and just can't manage it, and are hard before they get their shoes off. They are made to wait, and sometimes running their cocks under a cold tap to make them soft again is required.
So, at the age of twenty two, I thought I had the sex thing all sorted out. I loved sex, and knew exactly what I wanted and needed. While I'd heard stories and watched the odd adult movie with group sex activities, it was mostly fantasy and for other people, not for someone like myself. Or so I thought.
Getting back to Shane and Marisa, they lived in a huge rambling house fifteen minutes out of town from where I still lived with my parents. The road between was winding and treacherous, especially at night where there seemed to be more than a fair share of drunken drivers. Marisa was concerned about me driving home after baby sitting and suggested that I should stay the night. I declined the first few times, but I nearly had a head on collision driving home one night which made me reconsider the offer. When Marisa found out about my near miss, she gave me two options, either stay the night or no more sits. Neither Shane nor Marisa wanted anything to happen to me, which was really good to know. The next time I sat for them, Marisa showed me a spare guest room at the other end of the house. It was big and palatial with its own bathroom; and it was to be mine anytime I sat Molly.
Shane was some business bigwig, and his presence was sought after at social activities which steadily increased the times my baby sitting services were requested. Due to the fact that I was willing to come all that way and stay the night, I was paid well over the odds for my sits, the extra money most welcome. As time went on, I became more comfortable and began leaving my door unlocked so that Molly could climb into bed with me in the mornings as she liked to do. I can tell you those morning cuddles sure brought out my maternal instincts. My relationship with Marisa developed and we soon became quite good friends. We spoke of the men in our lives, and I got to know more about Shane than he might have liked. Marisa asked about my love life, and I would tell of my boyfriend of the time. Initially our conversations were without detail, but as time went on they certainly got more explicit. It wasn't like we were trying to be smutty or anything; it just sort of flowed with the humour. I learnt that Shane was quite well endowed, that Marisa had a collection of sex toys, managed multiple orgasms, her favourite position was doggie on the couch, and that she had a Brazilian down below. I would later find out Marisa had quite a few other little secrets. While happily married to Shane, she confessed to a little jealousy of my single life and being able to change lovers at whim. As for my own confessions, well, Marisa giggled when she found out about my little fetish watching cocks grow hard.
Marisa and I got closer as time went on, and Shane was always nice to me. Sure, he used to tease me about innocent things, but there were never any of those lusty, lingering stares or sexual innuendos that older men seemed to dish out. I liked him and felt perfectly comfortable whenever in his presence. At the back of the house was a large swimming pool, and Molly and I would often frolic in there. Even when in a swim suite, Shane behaved like a perfect gentleman which put me even more at ease. So what was about to transpire was a little unexpected to say the least.
It all happened on a Saturday night. I arrived at around seven in the evening to find Molly totally zonked out after a friend's birthday party. We had a cuddle and a story through which she fell asleep. I then went downstairs and settled in to watch music videos on their fifty inch plasma until Shane and Marisa arrived home just after midnight. It didn't take long to realise that Marisa had consumed a substantial amount of alcohol and was more than a little happy. In turn, Shane was completely sober from having to drive to and from the function they had attended. Marisa kicked off her shoes and disappeared into the kitchen returning with a beer for Shane, and two premixed Pina Colada's cans for her and me. Marisa had introduced me to Pina Colada's over time, and I'd developed quite a taste for them. While Shane wasn't too happy with Marisa's condition, he graciously accepted his beer and settled down on the couch beside his lovely wife.
By the time Marisa had demolished her first Pina Colada and into her second, she was well drunk and in fine form with her lusty humour. The gold slinky dress she was wearing had slits up the side, and had ridden well up her thighs to the point I could see her matching panties from where I was sitting opposite. She was soon cuddled into Shane and becoming a little amorous which he no doubt found embarrassing in my presence. But the more he tried to fend her off, the worse she became. The little kisses and the wandering hands, then a quick glance in my direction accompanied with a little wink. I suppose I should have excused myself and left them to it, but it seemed good fun to watch Marisa playing up. I'll use the excuse that my Pina Colada was still half full and too good to waste.
"Let's fuck him." she suggested cheekily.
"Shit Marisa, pull your head in, not in front of Tess." Shane complained pushing her hand away from his crotch.
"Oh c'mon darlin, don't be a spoil sport." Marisa purred. "Don't worry about Tess, she's a dirty bitch too."
That was nice I thought to myself, when exactly did I become a dirty bitch? But I had to laugh as Marisa distracted her husband with a kiss while her hand deftly slipped the zipper down on his trousers. Her hand was soon inside caressing his manhood, and his struggles slowly faded. After a minute or so, Marisa eased the top half of her husband's manhood into freedom. While there was no real indication of its length, the fact that Marisa's hand could not encompass its girth told a story. As her mouth slipped over the fat head, the first slither of my own arousal floated through me. Shane soon lay back on the couch in complete submission as Marisa undid his belt and pushed his trousers down a little exposing his cock fully. It was no doubt the biggest cock I'd seen in real life, not so much long, but just very, very thick.
I'd never watched anything like this before, and I could feel my panties becoming very warm and wet as their antics became more intense. As Marisa suckled Shane's cock noisily, he eased her dress high up over her panties, his fingers tracing the panty line between her thighs. A loud sigh escaped Marisa's full mouth as his fingers slid under her panties and into her pussy. She removed her mouth from his cock and rested it on his navel, her hand slowly stroking the substantial shaft in front of her face.
