Slowly, I draw back and begin a deep rhythm with my shaft in her anus. She moans, flicking brown eyes to me, but continues to suckle at her breast even during the filthy bottom-bang. I suckle at her other breast, but the sheer depravity overcomes me far too soon. Within a few minutes, I’m moaning and grunting and then with one final thrust up her ass, I’m erupting like Mount Vesuvius.
“Fuck!” I cry out. “Oh shit!”
My girl climaxes too, popping off her nipple to throw her head back wildly.
“Mmm!” she cries. “That feels so good!”
Meanwhile, my member’s shooting reams of male seed into her back chamber, blast after blast drenching the walls of her rectum. But Tracy loves it and merely lifts her knees even higher, begging me with those big brown eyes.
“Yes, more,” she coos. “Give it to me all, big boy. Fill my bottom with your seed.”
That’s when I know this woman is perfect for me because I’ve only dreamed of such depravity in the past. The women I’ve dated always thought they were sluts, but really, they were pretty vanilla and quite boring in the sack. But now, as I dump a virile load into my pregnant, curvy babysitter, I know that the veil has been lifted and a new chapter of my life has begun. After all, this was sheer, unadulterated pleasure … and I’m not letting Tracy Cunningham go until I’m totally sated.
5
Tracy
We settle at a table in the hotel restaurant and Amelia bops happily in her seat.
“Can I get French fries, Daddy?” she asks, using her best Bambi-voice, complete with innocent doe eyes.
Rick mock-frowns at his daughter before relenting.
“Of course you can, baby. But you have to eat your burger first, okay? Or do you want chicken fingers?”
“Chicken fingers!” the blonde darling cries with glee while clapping her hands together. “They’re yum-yum good!”
We all laugh as Melly’s father and I exchange a special look over her head. After all, this feels particularly cozy. In fact, when we stepped up to the hostess desk, the woman immediately assumed we were a nuclear family.
“Here’s a menu for Mom and Dad, and here’s a kiddie menu for you,” she said with a special smile for the little girl. “Your waitress will be right over.”
I suppose assuming that we’re a couple is very understandable because not many people travel with a pregnant babysitter, so everyone probably thinks that the child is Rick’s. But the handsome man doesn’t seem to mind. He helps me with everything now, from pulling out my chair to opening doors when we’re in public, and of course, I’ve spent every night in his bedroom ever since that interlude at the beach. It’s a wonder we haven’t woken Amelia with our calisthenics, given the ecstatic moaning, throaty grunts, and of course, the relentless banging of the headboard against the wall.
But the little girl seems to be none the wiser. She never asks why I appear from Daddy’s room in the mornings, or why I walk around in nothing more than silky robe sometimes, as if Rick’s truly my husband. Instead, Amelia’s blissfully ignorant, and for that, I’m grateful.
Now, however, it’s dinnertime, and we’re at one of the hotel restaurants within the resort. It’s got a tropical feel with huge palms in baskets, wooden furniture, and a high, coffered ceiling with lazily rotating fans spinning up above. All we need are some mosquitoes and mosquito nets, and I can almost pretend that we’re in the jungle.
But after the waitress takes our order, Rick turns to me with a knowing smile.
“How are you feeling today, sweetheart?”
I giggle, placing both hands on my belly.
“You mean, because of the pregnancy or because of you?”
“Me,” he growls in a devilish tone, those blue eyes sparking. “I want to know how you’re holding up, especially after what we did last night.”
I giggle because Rick practically had me in a pretzel position. My legs were up by my ears, and one ankle was even behind my head as he took me in my bottom, making me moan and scream as I was violated. But it was heavenly all the same, and afterwards, my man kissed and licked my bottom hole in order to soothe that raw and ravaged pucker.
I shift on the bench, squirming a bit from the ache there.
“I’m okay, but we won’t be able to do that again for at least a day or two,” I giggle. “It was too much!”
Rick chuckles, but then his expression grows serious.
“You know I appreciate your flexibility, sweetheart, but you’re also aware that the guys talk about you, right? They’ve even discussed your flexibility before.”
I stare at him.