WARNING: This is an erotic short story for ADULTS ONLY! All characters are over the age of eighteen and the story contains scenes of oral sex and penetrationFeaturing erotic juicy scenes, this lesbian foursome story is guaranteed to keep you glued to your Kindle like nothing else!5300 words.Synopsis: When Amber, a young girl looking for a part time job to fund her summer of partying, is offered a babysitting job with one of her dad's colleagues, she jumps at the chance. However, when she meets the couple, she agrees to babysit that very evening, forgetting all about her prior arrangements with her boyfriend. So, she invites him over for a little harmless fun, under the impression that the owners would not return for hours. They are mid-way through the dirty deed when the couple returns, and Amber is mortified beyond comprehension. Her fears are alleviated when the two of them join in, and a naughty sex session turns into a partner swapping group fuck.Excerpt: "I heard a strange clicking sound but it only lasted for a brief second, and I was so enraptured by Tyler's body grinding on top of mine that I forgot about it instantly. He continued to slam his cock into my pussy, harder and faster as I tried to contain my passionate screams so as not to wake the baby upstairs in the cot. There was nothing that could have silenced the terrified shriek I was about to make, though. Tyler climbed up off me and was about to kneel ready to fuck me from behind, when I laid eyes on the most awful thing I had ever seen. Tom and Susan were stood by the door and had been watching us for God knows how long. They were smiling and giggling with each other as I stumbled to my knees and attempted to cover my modesty. I scrambled around almost blindly, apologising repeatedly as I tried to locate my vest top. I dared not look at them, and as the blood rushed to my cheeks I started to feel faint, like I was about to collapse. Tyler sounded like he was laughing, but my mind was so focused on trying to get my clothes together that I didn't even look at him. My vest top was nowhere to be found, and as I finally looked up I saw Tom holding it from one of the arm straps. It was dangling down from his finger, but as I reached out to grab it he pulled it closer to himself, forcing me to move closer. "