Take All of It September 2019

by Scarlett Skyes

  “You dirty bitch, you’re loving this aren’t you?”

  “No!”

  “No? Maybe you’ll change your tune once I…”

  Before I knew it a second slick finger had joined the first, pressing harder against my pussy walls, but still not as big as some of the cocks that had driven down that path before. He pistoned his fingers in and out of me, twisting and vibrating until my pussy clenched at his digits like it didn’t want to let go. My breathing became quick and heavy and to my surprise an orgasm exploded from between my legs.

  There was nothing I could do to hide the fact, I thrashed my head from side to side and moaned like an utter whore, pulling against my sheets with arms and legs. My pussy gripped his fingers even harder but still they were able to slide in and out with almost military precision. At last I calmed down and laid panting on my mattress while his two fingers continued pumping me unabated.

  “This is where it starts getting difficult for some people,” he said as if he was reading a recipe.

  He extracted his first two fingers and then pushed forward again, but this time I could feel a third join them. The tips pushed past my outer labia with little difficulty and into the entrance of my still quivering love tunnel. I felt the bumps of his second knuckles enter me and, true to his word, things did start getting a bit more difficult.

  Towards the base of his fingers the fact that there was some distance between his first and third fingers created a certain… girth to his invasion of my most private place. At that point it was probably equivalent to the fattest cock I had ever had punish my pussy in my whole life, though it was only of average thickness at the tips, deep inside me.

  I swallowed and bit my lower lip as my pelvis began thrusting up against him once more. It was no fair invading a woman’s bedroom with a trick like those vibrating hands up your sleeve. I was powerless to stop my body from reacting to the hot, wet, humming sensations and once my pussy became accustomed to the new addition The Returns Fairy began jack-hammering his fingers into me at the fastest pace he had inflicted yet.

  Wet squelching sounds emitted from between my legs as my slit paid the price for my library book tardiness, getting punished by three fat fingers at once. How many books were overdue? Five? Oh God.

  As if reading my mind the Returns Fairy smiled wickedly and his fourth finger, the little pinkie, pressed against my slit, alongside the other three. From the very first moment I felt the four of them lined up side by side, I knew it was impossible, there was no way they could all fit inside me. That didn’t stop him from trying though.

  With a look of almost childlike wonder on his face he pushed forward, his longer middle two fingers pressing into me first, then his pointer-finger a hair’s breadth ahead of the pinkie. With the first three fingers firmly embedded in me and the fourth pressing against my taut opening he spread the already inserted fingers to stretch my lips out and make room. The last finger found space inside me and pushed forward.

  “Holy shit,” I breathed, not sure if I was in pain or ecstasy.

  I was so full, I’d never experienced anything like it before. Any of my previous lovers had inserted two fingers at the absolute most, that was par for the course, four was just unheard of. My pussy protested silently as the marginally fatter expanse where his second knuckles were slid past my abused lips.

  At last his progress was halted by the base of his thumb and he mercifully used his last external digit to massage my clit, which was yearning for the attention it had received back in the good old days when only one finger was inside of me. The vibrating thumb on my most sensitive bump did the trick and my mind and pussy were both adequately distracted from the unprecedented huge incursion inside my vagina.

  To my amazement I felt another orgasm approaching and began breathing faster, letting out small yelps of reluctant pleasure. The Returns Fairy pressed that wonderful buzzing thumb hard against my clit and held it there. The humming seemed to reverberate around my body until it reached my ears and it was all I could hear as I felt myself cum even harder than before on his hand and a gush of my juices squirted out.

  In the midst of my orgasm The Returns Fairy lifted his thumb off my clit and, timing it with the convulsions of my pussy, inserted that inside me with the rest of his hand and began pushing forward again, no longer held back by thumb anatomy. I wanted to tell him to stop, that I couldn’t take any more, my pussy wasn’t meant for this… but I couldn’t. I was still floating around on the currents of my climax and having the most massive presence I’d ever felt inside me was prolonging it.

  My eyes rolled back in my head from the sheer ecstasy of it and I rode out my orgasm in relative blindness while that feeling of fullness increased with each passing second. Finally I regained my senses and looked down. My pussy lips were clamped down somewhere on The Return Fairy’s forearm and he wasn’t pushing forward anymore. There was no more pussy to push into. End of the road.

  “Now what?” I whispered, utterly spent from the strain between my legs and my orgasms.

  “This.”

  The Returns Fairy began pumping his entire hand along the length of my tunnel stopping at the point that stretched my lips the most before thrusting back inside me. He was relentless and I writhed against my bonds, still totally unable to loosen them, until he began speaking in the midst of his assault between my legs.

  “Will… you… remember… to… return… your… books?” He grunted out between each solid thrust.

  “Yes, oh fuck yes!”

  I was half affirming his question, half yelling my pleasure but he seemed satisfied, though he continued his whole-hand insertion for several more pumps, shaking not only my whole body by the entire bed as well. Each time he did this a small shower of glittery dust cascaded off his head and sparkled in his green glow as it fell to my bed and all over my legs while his tinkling bells punctuated the motions.

  At last he pulled out all at once and I had this strangely sad empty feeling between my legs. Without any ceremony, The Returns Fairy stood up, grabbed his still hovering wand and pointed it at me.

  “Ba-DOOSH!”

  My sheets slackened their grip and I extracted my arms, rubbing my wrists to get the circulation going properly again. I left my legs spread though, wanting him to remember my ‘beautiful pussy’ even though I had never invited him to see it in the first place. After cumming so hard I felt like I should make some pillow talk.

  “Why do you always say ‘ba-DOOSH’?”

  “It’s my magic word. Every fairy has their own magic word, but all the good ones like abracadabra and ala-kazam are taken. I’ve got ba-DOOSH.”

  As he spoke the word a shower of dildos shot out of the end of his wand.

  “Whoops, slip of the tongue. Anyway, I must be going, a gentleman down the street has some overdue books he’s going to regret. I want you to return those books as soon as you wake up, tomorrow, Lucy, don’t make me come back here.”

  “Er… OK… um… but what am I supposed to do… I think I’ve been ruined for all cocks, how could a mere penis ever satisfy me now?”

  “There’s probably a good book about that at your local library where staff are friendly and helpful. Good evening, m’lady.”

  And with that his little wings flapped and lifted his large body off the ground. He did a little loop-the-loop and a shimmering trail of fairy dust marked his trail wherever he went before flying to the open window. He bumped his head on the window frame on his way out and I heard him say ‘Motherfucker’ as the sound of bells receded into the distance.

  I lay there thinking for a moment. I had eleven books due in the following week… would I return them on time?

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  Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter 1

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  Eighteen year old babysitter, Sara, has been caught stealing from her employer, Mr Warren, and he confronts her on the drive home at the end of the night. Threatening to go to the cops, Mr Warren leaves her with an incredible choice. He doesn't have any protection but he promises to do the responsible thing.

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  Breeding, Rough Sex, Dubious Consent, Older Man, Younger Woman, Babysitter, Schoolgirl, Blackmail

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  I knew something was wrong right from the moment I sat in the car so Mr Warren could drive me home at the end of the night. It had been an otherwise uneventful evening babysitting the Warren kids while their parents went out on a date, they’d gone to bed right on time and the older boy had only come out of his room once asking for some water. No problems.

  Mr Warren sat in the driver’s seat just looking at me for a while. I didn’t know what to say, he was clearly checking me out. I saw his eyes roam from the very tips of my toes, up my legs and pause for a long time at the bare skin below my short pleated skirt. It was a somewhat more risqué than conventional outfit for babysitting, but I had wanted to look sexy for my boyfriend who was supposed to be visiting me while the Warrens were out. He’d cancelled at the last moment though, much to my frustration.

  Mr Warren’s gaze continued its journey up my body, pausing once more at chest level. I looked downwards and saw that some of the gaps between the buttons of my shirt were gaping open, allowing him to see the lacy material of my a-cup bra. I crossed my arms over my chest self-consciously, I was shy about my breasts at the best of times, being a late bloomer they were still growing, but I didn’t want my employer looking at them, they were private.

  He looked at me with a knowing smile and I blushed, still not knowing how to react to his inappropriate attention. I was about to get out of the car when he reached out with his hand and put it on my thigh, his little finger just disappearing under the hem of my skirt.

  “Safety first, Sara, put your seatbelt on.”

  Before I could push his hand away he removed it himself and started the car. I was so confused, he had never done anything like this before. I wondered if I was misinterpreting his actions, he wouldn’t have taken his hand off my leg by himself if he was really coming on to me would he?

  “Uh… OK Mr Warren, of course.”

  I wrapped the seatbelt around the front of my body and buckled up as Mr Warren pulled out into the street and drove away from his house. The silence in the car was kind of awkward, so I reached towards the stereo.

  “Mind if we listen to something?” I asked.

  “Sure thing, Sara. I’ve got an audio book on cd in there at the moment, let’s listen to that.”

  “OK.”

  I was a bit disappointed, I had wanted to listen to music rather than a short middle-part of some stupid book, but it was his car and his rules I supposed. I don’t know the title or author of the book Mr Warren had playing over his car stereo but it sure as hell didn’t help make things less awkward. The scene being read out by a young woman depicted a husband and wife who seduce their babysitter and graphically described all kinds of sex acts I hadn’t even dreamed of before.

  I squirmed in my seat, feeling a distinct dampness between my legs. I put it down to a combination of my boyfriend letting me down and how the narrator was moaning out her orgasmic dialogue in the audio book. There was no two ways about it, I was horny. I couldn’t wait to get home and masturbate, away from the prying eyes of Mr Warren.

  I’d lost my virginity to my boyfriend only a few weeks previous and we were still exploring our way around each other’s bodies. Our first time was really clumsy but it was getting better, I was so happy to be fumbling around and learning about sex with him. The thought of my boyfriend only turned me on more, I was getting desperate for the car journey to end. I snapped out of my daydreams when Mr Warren took an unexpected turn down a dark alley and pulled over.

  “What are you doing, Mr Warren?”

  “I just wanted to show you something, Sara. I think you’ll find it pretty interesting.”

  He reached forward and turned the volume knob down until the narrator’s voice could only just be heard but no words could be made out. Twisting around he grabbed something out of the pocket on the back of my seat, which turned out to be a tablet PC of some kind.

  “Have a look at this,” he said, pressing a few icons on the screen.

  A video began to play, I recognised it at once as Mr and Mrs Warren’s bedroom. I think my heart may have even stopped beating for a while when I saw who walked into frame. It was me, I recognised the shirt and skirt I’d worn the previous week when I babysat for the man in the driver’s seat. I also knew what was about to happen.

  In the video I looked around the room as if making sure the coast was clear, obviously missing wherever Mr Warren had hidden the camera, and made for the chest of drawers. It was clear from my actions that I knew what I was doing, I fished around in the third drawer from the top and brought out a small metal box. Opening the box I pulled out a wad of cash, counted some off, took it and replaced the money in the box before returning the whole thing to the drawer and leaving the room. When I turned around my face was clearly visible for a moment.

  Tears welled up in my eyes, how could I have been so stupid to think they wouldn’t miss a few hundred dollars? I was saving up for a car of my own and babysitting money was taking forever, now I didn’t even want to think about what the penalty would be for something like this… could I even go to jail?

  “Please…”

  Mr Warren didn’t let me get any further than that, holding his hand up to silence me.

  “Let’s cut to the chase, Sara. With what I have here AND the other surveillance videos I have back home, you’d be looking at about a year behind bars. I’m a lawyer, as you know, so trust me on that.”

  I gulped… what else had he seen? I thought back over the past months babysitting for the Warrens and began to shake. A year? With something like that on my record, my life would be ruined… no going to college with my boyfriend, no decent jobs for the rest of my life, problems with credit so I could never buy a house to raise a family in. I saw my whole future being torn to shreds and began to cry as Mr Warren continued.

  “Just around the corner from here is the police station, and just around the other corner is the way to your house. It’s going to be up to you which way we go.”

  “My house, please Mr…”

  “No, it’s not that simple, Sara. I am willing to let this slide because you have something I want. If you give it to me then we can call it even and these videos get destroyed.”

  “What… do you want?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

  “I just want to touch your body a bit, Sara, you’re such a sexy little girl.”

  “That’s… that’s it?” I asked.

  “Yep, that’s it. Easy decision?”

  “Well…”

  “Think of your future, Sara.”

  “I guess, Mr Warren… you can touch me…”

  I braced myself, hardly believing the choice that had been offered me. If you had asked me a few months ago whether there was any possible situation where I’d give the go ahead for a middle-aged man, even one in as good shape as Mr Warren was, to feel my firm teen body I’d have
said you were crazy. Yet there I was in just such a man’s car, dressed essentially like a sexy little schoolgirl, waiting for him to grope me.

  “Take off that seatbelt, it will only get in the way now,” he said, putting the tablet PC back in the pocket and turning off the car.

  I did as he asked and sat very still with my head turned towards the window and my legs clamped shut, hoping it would all be over soon. I heard him undo his own seatbelt and shortly afterwards I felt his fingertips touch my thighs and delicately trace upwards under my skirt. I redoubled my efforts at squeezing my legs shut, there was no way I’d let him get between them. No way.

  He didn’t force the issue at that stage though, instead he reached all the way up my skirt until he touched my panties and rubbed back and forth across the little picture of a teddy bear holding a love heart that I knew was there. The soft cotton material of my underwear rubbed across my freshly shaved pubic area, I’d planned that little surprise for my boyfriend but now the first man to feel my bald mound was Mr Warren.

  I squeezed my eyes shut as he inhaled and hooked a finger over the elastic of my panties and rubbed the smooth area with his fingers as if trying to confirm what he had suspected he felt through my underwear. I still had my legs tightly shut so he couldn’t feel too low.

  “Are you completely shaved?” he asked.

  I nodded, still not looking at him as he continued to explore the area where my pubic hair had formerly been. After a while he extracted his hand from under my skirt and I felt him place it back on my lap, his nimble fingers now finding their way under the bottom of my shirt. My hands almost moved without thinking, reaching to my lap to push him away, but I forced myself to think about my future and with great effort returned them to my sides, letting Mr Warren do whatever he wanted.