Baby Sitting (Mr Brent - 2)

My phone rang. It was evening. I smiled as I saw the name of the caller. The Lang Family. As memories of Lorraine and her girlfriend Diana flashed before my mind's eye, I answered.

"Good evening, Mr Brent, " said Mr Lang. "I hope I'm not calling at an inconvenient moment."

I assured him that there was nothing wrong with his timing, after which he told me that Mrs Lang and he were going away for another evening in a few weeks. He hoped I would be available to keep an eye on their daughter, as the first time had been an absolute success, which were his exact words. I had to agree. My cock swelled as I recalled the way the two girls had gone about, pleasuring each other and me, and the 'absolutely successful' entries of my hard member in both the wet pussies.

"That is wonderful, Mr Brent, " the concerned father said. "Then I have another question, if you allow me."

"Of course, sir." Always stay polite was my motto.

"The event, that Mrs Lang and I will attend, might drag out a bit longer than usual. We have considered staying at a hotel for the night, but that would leave our daughter..." He was looking for words.

"I understand, Mr Lang. You don't want to give her the opportunity to do specific things with specific unwanted people. If there is a room I can spend the night in, that should be fine."

The man was audibly relieved. "You are a savior, Mr Brent. I'll see that you get the code for the alarm system, which we'll change that afternoon, and we'll also give you a key to the house, for the time being."

Wow, this man was really terrified that his daughter would bring in folks.

"Lorraine asked if she could invite her friend Rebecca over for the evening. Would you mind having to babysit two young ladies?"

I recalled how Lorraine and Diana had mentioned Rebecca. Apparently she was a hot and horny one. "I don't see an issue with that, Mr Lang. If they don't cross any borders I wouldn't cross, we'll get along just fine. Will Miss Rebecca stay the night as well? I just want to be prepared, as they seem to be good friends."

He admitted that Lorraine had asked for that, and added that Rebecca had indeed stayed overnight before. He left it to my discretion to decide, but he and his wife had nothing against it.

"Wonderful, sir. Thank you for calling me, and have a nice evening."

The call ended.

The bulge in my pants was impressive.

*

Over the following week my anticipation about the next 'babysitting' evening grew. Lorraine and her friend Rebecca, of who I had only heard so far. It sounded like another success.

A week before the planned visit, my phone started receiving messages. Just pictures. They were from Lorraine. I had no idea how she'd gotten my phone number, but the pictures were more than alluring. The first one showed only the bottom half of her face, where she was licking her lips. The second one showed her boobs in the red bra I'd see. The third one also showed the red bra, but pulled up, displaying her hard nipples.

The fourth image was a complete surprise. It showed Lorraine, licking another woman's pussy. The woman had a beautiful dark skin, and Lorraine was definitely enjoying her activity. I wished I had been there, to witness it in the flesh.

Three days before the evening, there was a message from Lorraine. 'I hope you liked the images, Mr Brent.' I needed some time before I dared to reply, but when I did, I let her know the images were much appreciated.

After that, a new image appeared within minutes, showing me Lorraine's pussy with a pink dildo inserted. And a text message: 'We'll be waiting for you.'

That image was the last one to come in, so on the babysitting evening I was very curious who 'we' might be. I had a small bag with things with me, as an overnight stay had been planned.

"Ah, Mr Brent, " the lady of the house said as she let me in. "You are perfectly on time. Let me warn our daughter that you have arrived. And do come along, so I can show you the room we've prepared for you."

We went up the stairs, where Mrs Lang pointed me at the guest room. It was very nice, and even had an own small bathroom. I put my bag there while she went into the room across the hall. Lorraine's room.

"I'll be down later. I have this study thing for work to deal with, " I heard her say. It made me curious what kind of work she did, so as Mrs Lang guided me down the stairs, I asked about it.

"Oh, our daughter is a very smart person, " she said, clearly very proud. "She has a job at the new computer company downtown. She and a few other ladies have their own department. That's why she is studying all the time, to stay up to date with her field."

I hadn't expected Lorraine to be a computer whiz. "I am truly impressed, " I said. "I'll let her know when I have a computer problem."

Mr Lang, who had appeared in the hall, laughed. "Everyone says so, Mr Brent, and good evening. Lorraine claims that is not her kind of work, but you can always ask."

After a bit more chit-chat, the Langs told me the updated code for the alarm, handed me a house key, and left the house.

I locked the door behind them and decided to make myself at home. This meant coffee. Before I made it through the hall, though, Lorraine came running down the stairs, wearing a pink onesie, and almost threw herself at me.

"Mr Brent! You're here!" She pressed her lips on mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. After that, she grinned. "Coffee, right?" Slowly she pulled the zipper of her onesie down, showing a lot of skin and the space between her boobs. "That's for later."

We went into the kitchen, where I watched her make coffee.

"Is your friend coming soon?" I asked.

She pulled the zipper down a little more, down to her bellybutton. "Friends, Mr Brent. Not only Rebecca, but Diana is on her way over too. They should be here soon." She put four mugs on a tray. "We've prepared a little treat for you. Diana is thrilled to come over again, and we told Rebecca about the fun we had."

"Did you really..."

"Uh-huh. You've seen part of her. On the picture where I made her get off."

So Rebecca was the dark-skinned woman.

At that moment, the doorbell rang. "I'll open the door, " I said, "as you are busy here."

"I am, " Lorraine said, pulling the onesie open, flashing her boobs at me. Her nipples were hard.

*

I unlocked the door and found Diana there, next to an absolutely stunning African-looking woman.

"Hi Mr Brent, " Diana said as she came in, dragging Rebecca along. "This is Rebecca. Rebecca, this is Mr Brent." Before I could say a word, Diana threw her arms around me and kissed me in the same way that Lorraine had just done. "And that's how we do it, " she explained to Rebecca.

Rebecca grinned. "Hello, Mr Brent. Nice to meet you." And then the third French kiss happened. I was glad I had already closed the door.

I noticed that the two new arrivals also wore onesies. Diana's was purple, Rebecca's was yellow. Those were not outfits I had expected.

"Babies!" Lorraine came out of the kitchen to hug her friends. "We're going to have so much fun tonight!"

Quickly I locked the door and activated the alarm again, to make sure that wouldn't be forgotten.

Lorraine told Rebecca to get me into the living room, while she and Diana would get the coffee and the cake ready. Cake was a bit of a surprise for me, but a welcome one.

Rebecca linked arms with me and walked me to the couch, while asking if Lorraine had really sent me the surprise picture.

"She did, Miss Rebecca, " I said, "and it certainly was a surprise."

She laughed as I called her Miss Rebecca and called it cute. I sat down and she plopped herself in my lap. "I am just making sure you're not running away, " she explained that behavior.

"And you do so in a very pleasant way, " I stated. She was a very pretty young woman to look at, and she slowly pulled down the zipper of her onesie, allowing me a front row view of her chocolate colored boobs. Her nipples were big and hard.

"I'm glad you agree, " Rebecca said, and took one of my hands. She put that over a boob. "Do you like it?"

I squeezed it a little and let my fingers glide over her skin, teasing the nipple. "I do. Very much."

"Good. I like it too, and I hope they don't hurry in the kitchen." She grinned.

Slowly I rolled a nipple between my fingers. I felt her jolt a little, and she moaned softly. "That is so good, " she said in a whisper.

As I was still getting to grips how quickly this situation was developing, after a mere first visit (although that visit had developed quite fast too), Diana came into the living room. She announced that coffee and cake had been prepared, and it was waiting for us in the kitchen.

"Dress code for the kitchen, however, is undressed, " she added as she unzipped her onesie and let it drop to the floor.

"Oh good!" Rebecca took my hand and removed it from her boob, then got up and got out of her one-piece clothing as well.

Curious what was about to happen, I got up and undressed as well, as the two women watched me. My hard cock, which had developed while tending to Rebecca's boob and nipple, was impossible to hide. I was convinced that didn't present any issues here. Diana's comment, that she liked what she saw, made that very clear.

She led us to the kitchen and said, "Surprise" when we entered. And a surprise it was.

Lorraine was lying on a table, all naked, covered with bits of cake and puffs of whipped cream. Her skin glistened, which (as I later found out) was because of the vanilla sauce Diana had used, to make the cake stick.

On the table were a few mugs filled with coffee. Two stood left and right of Lorraine, and one stood between her legs.

Diana told us we were invited to 'eat Lorraine', but we weren't allowed to use our hands. Only lips and tongues. "You are allowed to pick up the coffee with your hands, of course, " she added.

I admired the view of Lorraine on the table, all covered in sweet things. No wonder they had taken so long to 'make coffee'. "Who came up with this idea?" I asked.

Diana pointed at Lorraine. "Her. Long ago. We just needed an extra mouth for this. Now let's eat her!" She held her hands behind her back, leaned over and took a mouthful of whipped cream that topped one of Lorraine's boobs.

I leaned over and ate some cake from her belly, while Rebecca started licking vanilla cream from one of Lorraine's legs. We kept moving around the woman on the table, and I had the luck to relieve her other boob from whipped cream. I did spend a bit more time there, making sure the nipple was very clean by licking and also sucking it a little longer. It was entertaining to hear Lorraine's moans as we cleaned her up, and the final place to dive into was the spot between her legs.

We left it to Rebecca to do the honors there, as Lorraine had licked her there for the photograph, but Diana and I also got our share of 'lick fest', as she called it. Lorraine had trouble lying still as the three of us went for an 'all we could eat' down there. My cock was rock hard, and I was convinced that all three women were soaking wet at the end.

Rebecca reached out and wrapped her fingers around my hard member. "Can we all have this inside for a bit?"

"Oh yes!" Lorraine, still slippery and glistening, got off the table. "I want to see that inside you, baby."

Rebecca looked at her girlfriend. "Back or front?"

"Lying on your back on the table, " Lorraine said. "I'm sure we all will enjoy that. Won't we, Mr Brent?"

I agreed with her, so Rebecca lay down on the table and pulled up her legs. There was serious wetness between them and on the inside of her thighs. Lorraine and Diana bent over and started licking Rebecca's nipples, as I move up to her and lined up my cock with her waiting lust grotto. She was more than ready for me.

Sliding in was easy and a delight. Rebecca groaned, I felt her inner muscles twitch and squeeze, and I fucked her for a while.

Diana looked at me. "Can you do me from behind? And then Lorraine? And then Rebecca again?"

The other two agreed, so I pulled out of the black woman and slid into Diana, who'd had that good idea. After working inside her for a while, I pulled out - she protested loudly - and moved around the table to pay some erect attention to Lorraine. Her skin was still slick from the food fest, and it was a joy to slide my hands over her behind and back, while my cock did the sliding inside her pussy.

"My turn again, " Rebecca claimed after a while.

Lorraine told her to get her lazy butt off the table and bend over, like the good girls Diana and she were. "Otherwise you ain't getting none. New rule. All the same treatment."

Rebecca didn't waste time, and soon her wonderful ass was wiggling and waiting for me. This zeal had to be rewarded, so I pulled out of Lorraine and moved into Rebecca again. Lorraine walked over to Diana and wrapped her arms around the woman. The two started kissing and fondling each other.

"They look hot, don't they?" Rebecca asked as I kept fucking her.

"Very, Miss Rebecca, " I replied.

It didn't take long for Lorraine to claim Rebecca as hers, and Diana to be the willing victim of my cock. Diana lay down on the kitchen table, the way Rebecca had done. She rested her legs against my shoulders as I shoved my cock inside her, and I enjoyed the motion of her boobs as I went in and out. Soon, Rebecca sat on the table, legs spread, while Lorraine squatted down and had a party between her girlfriend's legs.

"I'm coming, " Diana suddenly said, and immediately had an orgasm so wild that she pushed my cock out. I was on the verge of mine, so I grabbed myself, yanked a few times, and shot my load over the young woman's belly. Some cum even reached her boobs.

As if that had been a signal, Rebecca also started squirming and got off too, squirting an impressive amount of liquid over Lorraine, who clearly enjoyed that.

It took us a while to get our breaths back.

Lorraine grinned. "I think this was a very successful evening of babysitting. Don't you agree, Mr Brent?"

I could only confirm that. "I hadn't expected this kind of treat, " I said, reaching out and touching all three women in turn.

"I think we should clean up the kitchen, " Rebecca said, "and get a shower. Together."

Lorraine said that would be a tight fit, to which Diana responded that would only improve the experience. "And then we go to bed. Together."

"Won't your parents notice that, Miss Lorraine?" I asked.

"We'll mess up all the beds and then we'll go to sleep in mine, " she replied.

Diana added that in the morning we'd wake up early enough for another round of fun, before she had to get out. Lorraine's parents didn't know she was here, and that should remain our little secret.