Untamed Passion

Alison called her and asked if she was free Saturday night for an all-night babysitting job…and of course, she was. Her parents were out of town for the weekend, and all she had to do was cancel a date with Jimmy Parker, which was not a big deal at all. Jimmy was boring but better than nothing… babysitting for the Holts was always exciting. Libby accepted gleefully.

Libby was unable to hide the hard nipples that were poking out the soft front of her sweater when she rang Holt’s doorbell, though she tried by holding the books she brought with her across her chest. Alison was dressed so scantily that Libby could scarcely believe the woman was going out in public that way. Clay was nowhere to be seen. “There’s been a

change of plans,” Alison said in a breathy voice that caused Libby’s pussy to contract almost painfully. She moved closer to Libby, who could now clearly see through the sheer fabric of the coverup (it was either a beach

coverup or a negligee, Libby could see that now), and Alison’s nipples were visible at close range. “The kids are at their grandma’s house.” Her hand gently pulled the books from Libby’s shaking hands.

“Then you don’t need me tonight?” Libby asked shakily.

“On the contrary sweetie,” Alison whispered, “We need you more than

ever.” Alison’s lips pressed to Libby’s in an intense and passionate kiss that overwhelmed the teenager. When Alison’s hand slipped inside Libby’s sweater, Libby moaned, and the desire she had been holding back for so long swamped the last iota of self-restraint she had. “Oh fuck,” she muttered against Alison’s soft lips, and her palm found its way somehow to Alison’s full breast. In seconds they were nude and writhing frantically

against each other.

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“Oh god,” Libby said in a hoarse whisper, “I don’t know if I can take any more.” She was shaking with suppressed desire. Alison took her hand and led her to the master bedroom and into the bathroom, where Clay was showering inside the frosted glass. Libby’s shaking was visible as she watched Clay’s distorted body through the steam and the frosted glass. She moaned again.

“Do you want him?” Alison asked the shaking girl quietly. Libby nodded vigorously. “Come on,” Alison said, dragging her from the bathroom and over to the huge master bed. “Get under the covers,” Alison whispered, “I want to watch, so don’t turn out the lights, just hide under the covers until he gets in bed.”

Libby looked askance at the married woman. “Libby,” Alison said, “I want you to fuck him, I want to watch you suck his cock…after you get started I’m going to come up on the bed with you so I can see it up close! I’m

serious, I’ve been dreaming about this for weeks and it’s making me hot as hell…here, feel. I promise it will be our secret!” Alison held Libby’s hand to her wet pussy. Libby trembled with her lust as she realized that this was happening and Alison wanted her to have sex with Clay! Her dreams were coming true, and this beautiful couple would very soon be her secret lovers.

She tumbled into the bed and covered up with the sheets, pulling them up to her face. It was hard to control her shaking anticipation. Both women heard the water turn off, and then the sound of Clay coming into the bedroom. The bedsprings squeaked as he lay on the mattress and slipped under the covers. He reached for the sheet-covered body and he knew as

soon as his hands touched her small breasts that he was not in bed with Alison.

Libby rolled over and reached for him, her tentativeness disappearing as soon as she felt the rigid shaft in her hands. Her desire exploded and she dove for his penis, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could in one gulp. Clay’s initial reluctance disappeared as her need took over. Libby had never wanted anything as much as she wanted Clay’s cum. She rolled him over onto his back and went after him wholeheartedly, working him into her throat.

Alison climbed up on the bed beside Libby and Clay, her soft voice telling Libby what Clay liked, her hands stroking both bodies, encouraging them, urging them on. When Libby straddled him, taking his thick shaft inside her, she felt him stretch her out. It was an exquisite feeling, being stuffed so full. Libby felt the heat rushing up from the fiery ball in her belly as Alison bent between them and licked at the spot where they joined.

Libby went wild as she felt the hands and lips of Alison and Clay on her breasts, her ass, and her pussy. When Alison lay back on the bed and began to masturbate, Libby bent forward at the waist and began to lick frantically at Alison’s widespread pussy. Libby moaned louder into Alison’s pussy as Clay’s shaft pounded into her. The three of them came together and Libby’s eyes rolled back in her head at the intensity of it.

Libby curled up in Alison’s arms, fascinated with her larger breasts and the general softness of her body, sucking on Alison’s larger nipples. It seemed like no time at all before Clay was rubbing the head of his big cock against the puckered ring of her ass. “Ohhhh,” Libby whispered. She looked into Alison’s eyes. “Does it hurt when he does it…back there?”

Alison giggled and sat up, rolling Libby over on her belly and spreading her cheeks. “A little,” she said, “But a lot less if I do this first.” Alison tongued the puckered rosebud and inserted first one, then two fingers inside the tight ring. As her ass loosened, Libby began to move her hips, pushing back against Alison’s fingers. “Are you ready baby?” Alison whispered.

“Please!” Libby whimpered. As she felt his length slowly push into her, Libby ignored the minor pain as the pleasure began to build. When Clay was hilted in Libby, Alison began to cum, shaking the entire bed with the power of her orgasm. Libby came immediately afterward, lying under Clay’s welcome weight. Clay was kissing the back of her neck as Alison’s lips brushed hers…and Libby had a profound sense that she had finally come into her own as a woman.