Bree the Boyless Wonder: The Babysitters, Part 3

by handheld

It's just the first night, and Alicia is already losing control. What's Brenda going to have to do to keep her lover out of trouble?

Later that night, Brenda awoke with a start. Alicia wasn't in the bed. The bedroom door was closed, the master bathroom was empty. Alicia wasn't anywhere nearby. Brenda lay still and tried to remember what had awakened her. A noise? A feeling? What had she been dreaming about?

Her heart pounding, Brenda rubbed at her eyes and sat up. She felt Alicia's pillow – still warm. Her hand slid farther down the sheet, detecting her lover's warm presence still recently enough. Then she hit the wet spot. There was a slick-sticky sheen of juice bigger around than Brenda's hand. Raising her fingers to her face, sniffing, tasting, there was no doubt. Alicia was extremely horny. Maybe she'd been masturbating beside her for hours.

But obviously that hadn't been enough.

Brenda jumped out of the bed and leapt for the door, out into the hallway in an instant. The house was silent, dark. It was nearly 4 AM, the time for REM sleep, and Brenda suddenly found herself light-headed, disoriented from waking, rising, and moving so rapidly.

Entering the kitchen, she paused and leaned against the counter bar to steady her head and get the blood flowing correctly. Down the hall on the other side of the great room, which began just beyond the open kitchen, Brenda could just barely make out the door to Bree's room. It was wide open.

When Brenda got there she found Alicia standing beside Bree's bed, one hand on her breasts, the other working fingers steadily over her mound. Her back was to the door, but enough moonlight backlit the mini-blinds – Brenda could see the glistening juices of Alicia's pussy as they trickled down the insides of her thighs. She could hear the squishing, slapping noise of her lover's hand as it worked her pussy over and over. Alicia moaned softly, shaking, panting.

Bree was sleeping soundly on her back, sheet and covers thrown aside, her arms thrown up above her head, her feet spread-eagled.

She was naked.

And she was was drooling. An aged, worn Cabbage Patch doll kept unblinking vigil upon the bed next to her pillow. It leaned slightly against the headboard and stared cherubically at Alicia's increasingly fervent masturbation. Bree's soft snores attested to her ignorance of the perversity going on just a foot away from her bedside.

Brenda's heart was in her ears. Her brain flooded with the sound of her own pulse. She felt dizzy again and had to lean against the door jamb. Alicia was already giving in! Brenda felt so guilty and so utterly horny. Why hadn't she told her no? Why hadn't she supported sending the girl away? What was wrong with her? With both of them?

Her fingers, she realized, were already mirroring Alicia's, feeling their way across her own nipples, sliding their way between her fat labial folds. Brenda's large, protruding clitoris was hard to avoid, but she had a lot of practice delaying that contact when it was necessary. Best to save her nob until the latest, best time to touch it. Instead, she began to finger herself, trying desperately to make less noise than Alicia, not to draw any attention and risk startling her utterly transfixed lover.

Brenda's nipples, fat and stiffly huge upon her muscular chest, began sending electric waves of ecstasy straight into her core, making her entire vagina – and especially her clitoris – throb with an urgency that almost scared her. She stopped stroking her nipples and sent that hand, instead, into her ass-crack, wiggling a finger into her damp, sensitive butthole. That was more work. It would help postpone the big moment, which really needed to slow itself down at that point. But she had to touch herself at least a little!

Then Alicia stopped masturbating. She slowly bent over Bree's nearest knee, placing her hands gently and firmly upon the bed, settling her weight steadily lower until her face was only an inch above Bree's puffy young pudenda. She sniffed deeply. Then she sniffed again.

A groan softly escaped, more like a growl, from Alicia's bent, trembling form. Brenda had a three-quarters view of Alicia's naked backside, could only make out a sliver of her face, but it was clear she was opening her mouth, extending her tongue. Her face rose a little, checking Bree's breathing, thinking it over. There was a teetering moment of pause.

This was it. Alicia was about to go down on the kid. Bree was going to get licked, and she was going to wake up.

Brenda backed out of the room and rushed silently into the kitchen, where she caught her breath just enough to clear her throat. Then she did it again. She opened the refrigerator and closed it. Little noises. Enough to be heard by someone awake down the hall, but not by a dreaming ten year-old.

Alicia appeared in Bree's doorway almost immediately, standing hesitantly, staring in stillness at Brenda. Brenda went to her, taking Alicia's wet fingers and sucking on them.

"Don't wake her up, baby," Brenda barely whispered. Alicia was already trembling, weeping heavily.

Brenda sighed, then managed a smile. "Not tonight. Let's do something else instead."

She pulled Alicia back into Bree's room and drew her down onto the floor beside the bed, putting Alicia on all-fours with her chin on the mattress, her face a hair's breath from Bree's long and slender bare foot. Alicia gasped and immediately sniffed at the girl's toes, glancing back at Brenda to make sure it was OK. Brenda checked for Bree's regular snoring, then winked at Alicia and moved behind her, working her fingers gently, deeply into Alicia's swollen, soaking cunt.

It only took a few steady thrusts before Brenda's entire hand was inside, fingers cupped around her thumb. Alicia, despite her petite frame, had always been easy to fist. Her vagina stretched readily for Brenda's plunging knuckles. The sucking, popping, slapping sounds were startling at first, and Brenda had to slow the rhythm considerably.

Alicia arched her back and bit into the edge of the mattress, moaning softly, her fists clenched and knuckling hard upon the floor. She was holding herself up like a horny little gorilla-girl as she chewed in ecstasy at the covers. She rocked herself back into a semi-squat, thrusting her pelvis hard into Brenda's forward movements, pushing herself closer and closer to orgasm.

Brenda reached up under Alicia with her other hand and rubbed at her lover's round, swinging breasts, alternating nipples, pinching sometimes at whatever random flesh she could catch. And pinching hard. Alicia was squirming, rocking. The bed was quivering. Alicia's hair fell across Bree's ankle and swept off again, causing Bree to scissor her legs and roll over, onto her side, facing them. They froze. Her snores had stopped.

Alicia kept her face buried in the mattress, her pelvis shuddering involuntarily, her orgasm obviously just about to break over her. Brenda prayed Alicia could keep it together. She was holding her breath, staring hard at Bree's face, afraid to pull her hand out of her lover's vagina. Any movement, she feared, was going to wake the little girl completely. Alicia was ready to explode.

They remained in that awkward, nude tableaux for several more minutes. Then Bree finally rolled herself back upright, peeling her sweet face off her drool-soaked pillow. She resumed her snoring. By then Alicia had slipped away from the edge of her crisis. Brenda slid her hand slowly free, and they silently backed away from the bed and left the room, closing the door softly behind them.

Back in their own room, Alicia immediately dropped back down to her knees and accepted Brenda's hand in one brutal thrust. Her shrill yelp shocked both of them, but they kept on, feeling safe behind their own closed door. It took less than a minute for Alicia to buck herself to orgasm, mewing breathlessly into the carpet, sweat breaking out across her back.

As the moment subsided, Brenda indulged in one of her favorite things. She leaned down and tongued her lover's asshole, digging deeply into her sweet, dark ring, sucking, slurping. Alicia chuckled wickedly and wiggled back hard against her face. Brenda's thumb on her free hand found Alicia's clit and flicked across it in time with her probing tongue.

Alicia quickly came again, shuddering even more intensely than before, and this time her vagina closed hard around Brenda's hand. Brenda gasped in shock and recognition, sensing a very rare moment in their lovemaking. Alicia loved it when she was clenched up like this with her lover's fingers deep inside: Brenda roughly folded her hand into a real fist, wide with knuckles punch-ready inside. Then she flexed it and shoved, just hard enough.

Alicia ground her teeth against the scream caught in her throat, her vagina still squeezing, spasming around the hard hand inside it. She shot herself forward and nearly hit her head on the base of the night stand. Brenda's hand was caught, her arm nearly yanked from its socket. She fell into her lover's splayed legs, bashing her nose against Alicia's tailbone.

Alicia shook violently through the remainder of her orgasm, completely spent, sprawled face-down in absolute exhaustion. She was nearly asleep before Brenda ever got her hand finally free. There was blood all over Alicia's backside from Brenda's bloody nose.

"Well, baby," Brenda eventually managed to mutter, after helping wash her lover off – and her own face. She gently tucked Alicia back into bed and said, "I guess we're fucked."

But Alicia was already unconscious. Smiling.