Rough Games: Babysitter Gangbang
Cindy Atherton
© Cindy Atherton 2012
The right of Cindy Atherton to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Copying of this manuscript, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the author or his publisher is strictly prohibited.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Maria stood on the doorstep and pressed the bell to let the Wilsons know that she was there. It was a warm, summer evening and she had dressed in a short skirt that displayed her legs to their best advantage, as well as a light blouse that showed off her perky little tits. Her long, sandy coloured hair fell down her back and she had made herself specially for this evening.
She had a bit of a thing for Tony Wilson, but the truth was that one of the reasons why she enjoyed babysitting for him and his wife Jane was that it gave her plenty of time to be alone with her boyfriend. Maria was eighteen and still lived at home, so to have some space to fool around with Jimmy was just perfect for her. As she waited on the doorstep, bouncing slightly on the balls of her feet in their slender pumps, she felt for her phone which lay in her bag, reminding herself of its presence and waiting for a chance to phone Jimmy and invite him over.
Tony answered the door. Nearly six foot tall and in his early thirties, he had a pleasant, clean cut face and a body that was well-presented beneath his rugby shirt. As he looked down at Maria, clearly clocking the teenage curve of her hips and her long legs, he gave a wry smile, his brown eyes glittering with pleasure.
“Good evening, mister Wilson,” Maria beamed gaily, her pink lipsticked mouth spreading in a broad smile and her hazel eyes genuinely happy to see him. “How are you?”
“I’m very well, thank you Maria. And please, call me Tony. How long have we known each other?” Tony stood to one side to allow her into the hallway.
“Oh, it’s been years, ever since I was so high,” Maria gestured halfway up her thighs as she walked past him. “I know I should call you Tony, but it feels awkward sometimes, you know. I mean, you’re really like a father to me.”
At this, Tony raised an eyebrow and shook his head slightly, feeling every one of his thirty three years. “I’m not that old am I?”
“Oh gosh,” said Maria blushing and lifting a hand to her lips. “What did I say? I’m sorry mister - I mean, Tony. I didn’t mean anything bad by it.” She removed her hand and, flirtatiously, let it fall onto his for a moment to show that no harm had been intended. “And how is Jane?”
“She’s out already - she’s gone to see her mother for the weekend. I’m on my way out with the guys. It’s a friend’s birthday and I want to give him a special treat. Why don’t you come through and say hello?”
“I’d love to,” smiled Maria and followed him through to the lounge, her skirt swaying from side to side as she bounced along in anticipation of the evening’s pleasures.
“Hey you lot, this is Maria.” Tony gestured round to three other men, all around his own age, who sat in chairs and on the sofa watching the football game on television. They turned to face the pretty eighteen year old and the one nearest to her, a dark haired man with a physique rather like one of the sportsmen they were watching on the screen, gave her a smirk.
“Mark, behave,” joked Tony, slapping him on the shoulders. Pointing out the other two, one a blond haired man with slightly receding hair and a chubbier, but pleasant face, and the other who had a close-cropped head and a bullish figure. “Jake, Dave, say hi.”
Maria gave a little wave to them as they welcomed her, raising their beers, and Mark, looking backwards to Tony, asked cheekily. “So, is she my present?”
“We’ll talk about your present later,” Tony replied, but Maria herself gave a sly sideways look down his strong arms and what looked like a fine, fit torso and muscular legs. Despite herself, she felt her pussy open up a little as she did so, and once again she blushed.
“Okay, fellas,” Tony announced. “We better get going.” As the other three started to grab their coats he turned to Maria. “Matthew’s already in bed so he shouldn’t disturb you too much. You’ve got my number though if you need anything, and it’ll be a late one tonight, so we probably won’t be back till one at the earliest.”
“That’s okay,” Maria told him brightly. “My folks know I’m going to be out late so there’s no need to worry. I’m sure everything will be fine.”
As they left the house, Maria crept quietly upstairs to check on Matthew. He was only three years old, a sweet young boy and, as Tony had said, he was fast asleep. Maria knew from previous experience that while he was a tearaway during the day, he tended to fall into a fast slumber during the evenings. It made her job as easy as anything, giving her plenty of time for other pursuits.
Going down to the kitchen, she opened the fridge and poured herself a juice. Lounging against the work surface, she called Jimmy’s number and waited for him to respond.
“Hey, baby,” she purred when he answered. “I’m on my own now, want to come over?”
“Ah, sweetie,” he sounded evasive on the other end. “I meant to phone you. I’ve gotta go for training tonight.”
Maria frowned, uncertain as to what she had just heard. “You’ve got to go training tonight? Baby - I’m on my own. I’ve got this place to myself for the next five hours at least. Why on earth will you be training at eight o’clock in the evening?”
“Sorry, love,” Jimmy replied. “It just came up suddenly. Sorry! I’ve got to go.”
As he hung up on her, she was sure that she heard another girl’s voice briefly on the other end, and Maria stared in shock at her phone. You lousy, no-good, two-timing bastard! she thought to herself.