“Oh god!” Callista moaned. Madri was surprised by the weight and density of Callitsa’s breast. She’d felt her breasts before, but the alien feeling of touching a breast and getting only sensation from her hand was wonderful and strange. She squeezed the breast tightly, letting her finger sink into her babysitter’s breast. Callista arched her back, pushing her breast harder into Madri’s hand. Madri moved her hand up along Callista’s breast, rubbing it gently. She could feel Callista’s nipple against her palm, hard and taut. She rubbed her palm over it, and felt Callista’s body shake.
Apparently, that was what Callista needed to act. She slipped her hands between Madri’s knees again and gently pushed them apart. Madri wasn’t being coy anymore, and her legs flew open quickly. Callista carefully rolled Madri’s skirt back so that it was almost up to her hips. Madri could smell the musky aroma of her pussy wafting up from between her own legs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so wet. Excited, Madri slipped her hand off of Callista’s breast. But only for a moment. She reached underneath of Callista’s shirt, sliding her palm over Callista’s bare breast. It felt warmer, more substantial even than over the shirt. Callista’s nipple was hard and felt rubbery in Madri’s hand. Madri tweaked her babysitter’s nipple, gratified by the way her actions made Callista shiver. Callista kissed Madri again. This time, hard and deep, shoving her tongue roughly into Madri’s mouth. Madri met the girl’s tongue, tasted her spit and tried to continue to squeeze Callista’s breast while she did so.
Madri’s eyes were closed, so she didn’t see Callista move. But she felt motion between her legs. Then she felt something cool and hard press against her pussy. Her eyes flew open and she looked down between her knees. She saw Callista’s delicate, sensual hands grasping the cucumber. She had it placed hard against Madri’s clit. Madri felt a swooning feeling in the pit of her stomach. Callista was looking at her with an insatiable glare. Madri whimpered but didn’t speak. Her hand slipped off of Callista’s breast. She needed both hands propped up behind her back to keep from falling.
The cucumber was still very cold, but it was wet from saliva. Callista started to slowing move the cucumber up and down on Madri’s slit, almost all the way from her asshole up to her clitoris. Madri’s entire body became unbelievably sensitive. Madri watched as the cucumber slide up and down. The pleasure was intense as it touched her clit, making her legs feel weak. But she wanted to cucumber inside of her. Her entire body was aching for it, begging to be fucked. She knew she was whimpering and she looked to Callista, who was smiling devilishly.
“Do you want me to put this in?” she asked and Madri nodded. She wanted to grab the cucumber from Callista and fuck herself, “beg me to do it.”
“Please Callista,” she said, her voice rising and falling in unison with the bulbous vegetable dancing across her slit.
“Please what?” Callista asked innocently. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, bending down close to Madri’s face, “You can whisper it, but you have to beg for it.” Madri could smell Callista’s hair and feel the girl’s breasts resting gently on top of her own. She would do anything for release now.
“Fuck me Callista, fuck me you little slut!” Madri squealed into Callista’s ear. Callista didn’t wait a second longer. Madri grunted as she felt the cold, round tip of the cucumber push through her pussy lips. Her entire body shook as the first trembling inch entered her vagina. She lifted her butt off the ground and started rocking her hips. Callista kept pushing, driving the vegetable deeper and deeper into Madri’s pussy. Madri moaned as she rocked, feeling the cucumber fill her up. And, when she felt like she couldn’t be any fuller, she felt Callista’s warm fingers touch the lips of her pussy. The entire cucumber was in her body.
Callista eased the cucumber a few inches out of Madri’s pussy and Madri took in a sharp breath of air, going out felt almost better than going in. And then Callista pushed the cucumber in again, hard and fast. Madri moaned loudly and arched her back. Callista kept sliding the cucumber in and out of Madri’s pussy using her middle and forefinger to grasp it like a thick cigar. At the same time she moved her thumb, wet and soft, over Madri’s clitoris. She swirled her finger gently and knowingly on Madri’s button, putting just the right amount of pressure on. Madri’s legs flailed, she just couldn’t contemplate the level of sensation she was dealing with.
To make matters worse (or better), Callista took her free hand and reached into Madri’s shirt. Her fingers slid into Madri’s bra and her nails rubbed deliciously against Madri’s nipples. Then Callista yanked down, freeing one of Madri’s big, round breasts. The skin was taut and her light brown nipples were hard. Callista looked once more into Madri’s eyes. Then she opened her mouth and took Madri’s nipple into it. Madri’s eyes fluttered, Callista’s mouth felt so warm, wet, and inviting. Her nipples were so sensitive and Callista’s tongue so deliciously inflaming. And the whole time, Callista kept fucking Madri with the cucumber and rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. In fact, Madri noticed that Callista moved her tongue and her thumb in unison, flicking her clit with the same sexy rhythm as her tongue flicker her nipple. Madri’s head lolled forward, resting her cheek against her babysitter’s head, too overcome to do more than moan and move her hips to that rhythm.
The orgasm came abruptly and it was powerful. All of Madri’s erogenous zones were piqued at the exact same instant. Madri screamed out her babysitter’s name, her voice a harsh shriek. She felt the warming, cascading sensation wash over her. It burst out from her vagina, throughout her stomach, into her breasts, and finally overwhelmed her brain, eradicating anything approaching rational thought. Her muscles seized and finally, she went limp. The most powerful orgasm of her life.
Then Madri opened her eyes. She saw that Callista’s head was up, she was no long sucking on Madri’s nipple. Instead she was looking into Madri’s eyes. The cucumber was still between her legs, but it was just sitting against her leg. Callista’s hand was now resting comfortably on the inside of her thigh. The babysitter was smiling a million watt grin.