[MFF] Threesome with a colleague and the babysitter

"So invite her over," I shrugged.

Sam stammered. "What?"

"You’re single, right?" I asked, taking a sip of my wine. I’d come over to Sam’ to help him finish the reports for Monday - the reports that still lay on the table, untouched. But with food and wine and company this good, the reports would have to wait. "What’s the problem?"

"She’s the next door neighbor's babysitter." Sam furrowed his eyebrows. "And she’s younger than me. Way, way younger."

"So? Why do you have her number?"

Sam cocked his head to the side and looked at me quizzically. "I’m not sure what you mean."

"Look," I said, setting my wine down on the table. "You don’t have any kids, do you?"

"No."

"Then she’s not looking for work. Young hot babysitters don’t give their number to guys they find repulsive, okay?" I shrugged. "Maybe she actually likes older guys? I say go for it. All you need is a pretense to get her over here."

"A pretense?"

"Yup." I took another sip of wine, feeling a little giddy with it now - we were already on our second glass. "A pretense. Like the reports." I gestured to the table. "That's how you got me over here, right?"

"Hey," Sam said, mock-offended. "I really do need your help on them."

"I know." I smiled, looking around the room. "Oh, I’ve got it! Why not say you’ve got a friend over from work who needs a womens opinion on her clothes."

"Really?" Sam said. "You think she’ll go for that?"

"Who knows?" I shrugged, picking up my wine again. "There’s only one way to find out."

Sam was right; the babysitter was young; she couldn’t have been older than twenty years old, her skin unblemished, her tits perky, and her legs long and beautiful. I was equal parts jealous and attracted to her. I hadn’t told Sam about my secret lesbian tendencies, but I had a feeling he had already seen me lick my lips when she walked in.

She circled around me, now holding her own glass of wine, taking in my blue dress, her eyes following the contours of my legs, hips, breasts. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my nipples were already hard from being appraised by a younger woman, excitement rushing through me as I stood on display.

"I think it looks great," the babysitter said, her eyes lingering on my cleavage. Sam was watching her watch me, I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was enjoying how things were going. "Maybe if we just adjust it here…"

She placed her wine on the table and moved in close to me; closer than she needed to be, our breasts touching, our hip bones lightly caressing each other. Her breath was hot and sweet and…maybe even a little quickened? I hoped so.

Maintaining eye contact with me, she lightly gripped the inner edges of the fabric of my cleavage and gently pulled it down a little, not exposing anything, but just enough to make my tits almost fall out of the top. Sam’s eyes were wide.

"What do you think?" the babysitter said, turning me to him. My pussy was already throbbing - something about being treated this way, being presented like a piece of art. Or meat. It was thrilling. "You like?"

Sam nodded, and for a moment, no one said anything.

"There was something else," I ventured. "If…if it's not too much trouble?"

The babysitter smiled, her eyes alight with mischief. "Sure, of course, what is it?"

"Well," I started, trying to be as casual as I could muster. It was now or never. The point of no return. "No outfit is complete without underwear, right?"

"Oh absolutely honey," the babysitter said, clearly delighted at the prospect of further appraisals. "What kind of thing were you thinking?"

"I’ll show you."

I hitched my dress up around my waist and grabbed my white lace panties at the hips, lowering them slowly, letting gravity carry the blue to dress downward to cover what was revealed. As I’d hoped, it didn’t do a perfect job, and for a split second my shaven pussy was on display to both of them. Both Sam and the babysitter's eyes went wide. I pretended not to notice, pulling the panties first to my knees, then across my shins, and finally over my ankles.

"What do you think?" I said, handing my underwear over to the babysitter. As they passed between us, the overhead light was momentarily reflected in my wetness. The babysitter rubbed her thumb through it.

"Yep, these will definitely work," she said, smiling. "Sam?"

She passed him the panties to him and he took them. I don’t want to proclaim to read minds; but I would have bet good money that he was fighting the urge to sniff them.

"So, you approve?" I asked them both.

"Absolutely," the babysitter said, smiling. "A little slutty, but no worse than mine." She reached down the side of her jeans and pulled out the thin fabric of a G-string. My mind followed the thread round to the front of her jeans, and I wonder just how much of her tight, twenty year old pussy was on display. "They go great with your dress."

"Thank you," I said, noting that no-one had handed the underwear back to me. "There was one more thing. But I don’t want to put you both out…"

"It’s no trouble," the babysitter said. Sam’s eyes lifted from the babysitter's ass and looked at me, as if awoken from a momentary trance.

"Anything."

I felt my face flush red. "Well, it's just that…no. Nevermind. It’s too embarrassing."

"C’mon," Sam said. He looked at the babysitter. "We’re here for you, right?"

"Absolutely," she said, her own nipples now visible through her blouse. "Anything."

"Okay," I said. "Promise not to judge me."

"We promise."

I nodded. With both of them watching me, I turned away from them, kneeling down on the floor and lifting my tight blue dress up over my hips and exposing my cute little pussy and asshole to them. I let it sink in for a moment, the vulnerability and exhibitionism making my heart race and my skin tingle. I turned back and looked at them. I smiled.

"It's just…I want to know how it tastes."

The tongue that first made its way across the soft lips of my pussy was wet and warm, and made twice as exhilarating by the fact I had no idea which of them it was. I let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as the tongue made one slow circle around my clit and then pulled away. My pussy ached for it to keep going, but I knew it was someone else's turn now.

To be here like this, presenting myself, completely exposed, not even knowing who’s face was in my ass, made me feel like a total fucking slut.

And I loved it.

Then came the next tongue, hungrily licking the mixture of my pussy juices and saliva that came before it. It traced the outer lines of both of my lips and then plunged inside me, sending a jolt of electricity through my body.

"Fuck," I breathed. "Fuck that’s so good."

And then just like the first tongue, it stopped again, my body screaming for more. I didn’t care which of them it was, I wanted more of it. But that wasn’t the game we were playing, so instead I turned back to see them standing together, still looking at me, Sam’s jeans bulging and the babysitter's thong pulled up even higher now. The fabric must have been tight over her pussy.

I knew at that moment that I’d never know which had licked me first, and that made me even wetter. I tried to keep cool.

"How was it?"

"Delicious," Sam said. "I loved it."

The babysitter nodded. "I agree. Sweet and delicious. Want me to show you?"

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but the way her underwear was riding up over her hips, the way her nipples fought to escape her shirt, and the way Sam was watching both of us for what would happen next, I knew there was only one answer.

"Yes."

She knelt down on the floor beside me, her back arched, moving in toward me as she had done before, our breasts pressed together. She looked me deep in the eyes, her lips plump and wet with my juices.

"You really want to know how you taste?"

"Yes," I said again, my pussy throbbing. "Please."

The babysitter laughed; the carefree laugh of the young and beautiful. "I like the way you say please."

"Please," I said again, my voice almost panting now. The babysitter pushed her body even closer against mine. "Please, please, please."

She was close now, our lips almost touching. She was teasing me, doing it on purpose. I wanted her to do it. I needed it.

"What do you think, Sam?" she breathed. "Does she deserve to know what she tastes like?"

Sam thought about this for a moment. "I think she does. On one condition."

"What's that?" the babysitter asked, her eyes never leaving mine, her breath hot on my lips.

"That we both get to taste you afterward."

The babysitter smiled. "I think that seems fair. Don’t you?"

I nodded dumbly, my pussy taking control of my thoughts. Within one lift of my head her lips were on mine, soft and plump and vulgar with the taste of my own pussy. She pressed herself into me even further, our pelvic mounds pressed against each other, hers in jeans, mine naked. Her tongue searched my mouth, exploring my lips and teeth and making little nibbles until I wanted to cum from the sensation of it alone. My nipples tingled and my toes curled, and just when I thought I was to explode she pulled away.

"What do you think?" she asked. "Do you taste as nice as you thought?"

I nodded again, her confidence and body rendering me mute.I thought I had invited her here to tease and play and somehow induct her into sluttiness, but she had taken control. I realized I didn't even know her name, and it only served to turn me on even more.

"It’s your turn to taste me now," she said. Not a request; a command. "Sam, would you like to join your friend for dinner?"

"Yes," he said. "Yes I would."

Sam joined me on the floor, kneeling beside me, two disciples ready to worship at the altar of the babysitter's pussy. She knew it too, looking at us both for a moment before rolling over onto all fours and lowering her jeans.

As I suspected, her hungry little pussy had swallowed her ridiculously tiny panties. Only a small triangle of sheer material covered her tight little hole, and I wondered if she had put them on them specially after Sam had text.

Sam reached out his hand and delicately plucked the material from between her lips. Like my own panties, which now lay in a small heap on the floor, they glistened in the light. The babysitter let out a little moan of her own, her first slip from her cool facade, a facade I suddenly wanted to destroy. I leaned in with Sam, and we began to lick. Together.

"Fuuuuuuuck," she moaned instantly, mine and Sam's tongues gently tussling for dominance over her clit. She moaned again, opening her legs wider, arching her back in pleasure. Several times we left her entirely, our tongues intertwining, him grabbing my face and kissing me deeply. I dropped my blue dress over my shoulders and let my tits fall out. The babysitter, wondering where her tongue slaves had gone, backed up her pussy and ass toward us once more.

"Greedy," I said, grabbing her cheek and licking her again. This time Sam went behind and started to lick me as i licked her, and before long my tongue had migrated up her body and I was holding her face, fucking her mouth with my tongue the way Sam had been doing to me only moments before.

Sam continued to work on our pussies, taking it in turns, massaging my little asshole while he buried his face in the babysitter's lips. I thought of what his view must be, both of us on our knees with our naked pussies vying for his attention. The thought made me even wetter, and I kissed the babysitter even harder, grabbing a clump of her hair until she yelped with pleasure.

There was only one thing left to do, and I knew Sam would be dying to do it. I pulled my lips away from the babysitters and looked back at him, his face between her ass.

"I need your cock now," I said.

The babysitter looked at me with confusion and then jealousy. She turned back to Sam. "No daddy, breed me instead."

That little bitch, I thought. I opened my legs wider and reached back, running my finger slowly across my asshole. "Fuck me first. I want your cum more. I need it."

Sam looked from ass to ass, from pussy to pussy, from beautiful woman to beautiful woman, our tits pressed against the floor and our hair matted with sweat and heat, and I smiled to myself. No matter who he picked, I knew one thing for sure;

It was a decision he would remember for the rest of his life.