Sunday Babysitting Job
(fb, anal, oral, nepi)Mindy's Sunday afternoon babysitting job for the Jackson's doesn't go the way she thought it would...
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Of course her mother was waiting up for her to return from the party.� Mindy just said, "Hi, Mom!" and rushed up to her room.� Her mother was only a minute behind her and wanted to know how the party went.� Opening her daughter's bedroom door, she was surprised to see Mindy under the covers and already asleep.�
Mindy woke with the dull throbbing that immediately reminded her that she had anal sex the night before.� 'Damn him!� Mark, promised!� He promised!� He's so nasty!'� She tried to be angry with him, but just couldn't do it.� Yes, he'd fucked her in the ass and yes, it was such a nasty thing to do, but...� Yesterday if she had any inkling that it would, or even might happen, she'd never gone to the party.� Today, she was glad she had gone.�
'At least I'm still a virgin,' she thought.� 'But what if I weren't?'� She decided that if having her pussy fucked felt half as good as being ass fucked, then maybe she should call Mark up and let him fuck her this very moment.� Of course there was a problem with doing that; her parents were home!�
'I know.� We'll go for a walk, into the woods.� Mark will tear my clothes off and do whatever he wants!'�
She wrinkled her nose and visualized Mark pushing his big nasty cock into her mouth.� 'Well, maybe not whatever he wants.'� She thought of all the girls she'd seen last night sucking dicks.� 'They didn't seem grossed out.'� Then she just thought of all those naked boys, their lovely dicks, both hard and soft, and then thought of all the open screwing that was going on in that red lit backroom.�
"Gawd, that was something!" she whispered as her fingers did the walking down between her legs.� Stroking her clit, she tried to remember the feel of Mark's erection in her hand as she jacked off Mark.� What a mess he made!� Her free hand went to her tits.� They were still crusty from the dried cum Mark had coated them with.
Rolling a nipple between her fingers and strumming her clit, her happy thoughts drifted to the actual sodomy.� She remembered the discomfort and her surprise feeling his big dick sliding up her ass.� Even so, �the initial penetration wasn't all that bad.� No, it wasn't bad at all; in fact after she had gotten accustom to it, it felt great; strange, but great.�� It was nasty too, but it really felt great and she knew she would do it again... this time without being such a nerd about it. With her eyes tightly closed, she imagined Mark's beautiful cock filling her ass.� The morning orgasm was most satisfying.
She had gotten off and was coasting down when she remembered something else... she had been groped while Mark was doing her, and it wasn't Mark who had groped her naked tits! Just as that thought formed, her mother stuck her head in her bedroom door.
"How was the party?"
"Hmmm... Great!"
"I'm glad you had a good time, dear.� Is Mark still the nice boy he was?"
"Oh, yes, Mama!� Even better!"
"Oh?� Why do you say that?"
"I dunno.� He's just fun to be around.� It was just like it used to be between us."
"Well, I'm glad to hear that, honey.� Kids change as they're growing up," her mother said.
"He's changed, changed a lot, but he's still the old Mark."
"Okay.� Now, you're running late for church!� Get up, shower and get dressed.� You have twenty minutes and that's all!"
"Twenty minutes!"
"You heard me."
Having no time for breakfast, Mindy was starving when they got home.� Fortunately her mother was a very well organized woman and had Sunday dinner on the table within thirty minutes.� Mindy ate quickly and then rushed to change clothes again for her afternoon babysitting job for the Jacksons.� The weather had turned for the worse and it had started rain.�
Rushing downstairs her mother told her to go back and get a jacket.� Mindy ran back upstairs and retrieved her jacket.� It was then that she remembered something that Mr. Jackson had told her.� He was drunk, but then again, he just might remember what he'd said to her.� Then she remembered the generous tip she'd gotten.� Quickly she stripped off her t-shirt and took off her bra.� Then to conceal the fact that she was braless from her mother, she covered herself with her jacket.�
A few minutes later, her mother was dropping her off for her babysitting job.� As the front door opened, she waved to her mother and slipped inside.�
"You're a little early," Mr. Jackson told her.
"Mama says that it's better to be early than to be late," she replied.
"You're mother is absolutely right! �Dora will be ready in a few minutes.� Can I take your jacket?"
Mindy unzipped and then removed the jacket.� "I see you've earned a tip already," said the man with a knowing grin.
Mindy blushed knowing that he was looking at her nipples poking into the tight t-shirt.� 'What were you thinking?' she scolded herself. 'You should've known he'd be gawking at you.'
"Turn around, will you?" he asked.
Mindy couldn't believe that he actually wanted her to display herself to him.� Still, she turned and displayed herself.
"You look great in those tight jeans," he said.� "I like that tight t-shirt too."
Mindy swallowed hard as the older man unabashedly leered at her.� To Mindy's relief, Timmy came running from the back, calling out, "My Mindy!� My Mindy!" and giving her leg a bear hug.�
"John!� John!� I need you to zip me up!" called Dora Jackson from their bedroom.
"Be right there, Hon!"�
John Jackson turned to his sitter and excused himself.� A few minutes later, the couple came out, ready for their afternoon date.� By that time, Mindy was on the den floor playing with Timmy and his toy trucks.�
"We'll be home about six, dear," the big breasted wife told her.� "Just call us if you need us for anything."
"We'll be fine," Mindy replied.�
A minute later, it was just the boy and her.� As she played with Timmy, she had to adjust her position several times as her jeans were uncomfortably tight.� She ignored it as best she could for a few more minutes, then rose from the floor.� Immediately the pressure was relieved and she felt much more comfortable.�
Leaving Timmy to play by himself, she went to the refrigerator to find something to drink.� She pulled out a pitcher of cold tea and poured herself a glass and returned to the living room.� Timmy wasn't there and the back door was wide open.
She looked out into the backyard.� It was still raining, only much harder than before and there out in the yard was Timmy, playing in a big mud puddle.� Lightening cracked overhead and she dashed out to retrieve the boy.� Timmy thought it was all good fun and was laughing as Mindy dragged him back inside.� By that time they were both drenched.� Worse, Timmy was covered with streaks of mud.�
"Look at you!" she scolded.� "You're soaked and all dirty!"�
She really had no choice but to bathe him.� Then she remembered the bath Friday night and the fact that she couldn't get him to get dressed or keep him dressed afterward.� 'I'll just have to manage,' she told herself.
A few minutes later she was drawing Timmy a bath while he stood naked.� Mindy couldn't help but look at the boy's little dick.� In her mind she compared it to Mark's large and intimidating organ.� Timmy wasn't intimidating in the least... just cute.
With the water drawn and not too hot, she helped the boy into the bath.�� Again when she was kneeling to bathe him, she noticed how tight her jeans were.� Tight and wet, just like her top.� She knew the t-shirt would dry quickly, but the jeans, they'd be wet for hours.� She'd have to put them in the dryer.� But to do that...�
Thinking back to Friday night and her state of undress as Timmy suckled her she reasoned, 'He's seen everything already and I know I'll never get another stitch of clothes on him today.� Oh, what the hell.'� Mindy stood and striped off her wet jeans.� Timmy played with his boat and was oblivious of her.
Comfortable in just her wet t-shirt and panties, Mindy set about scrubbing the child.� With her hands, she washed his back, his neck and his chest, and then each leg and foot before having him stand so that she could get to the rest of him.� With a soapy hand she began washing the young boy's genitals.� Mindy enjoyed the feeling of his little dick and nut sack sliding around in her hand, spending a lot more time there than necessary for hygiene.� As the little dick became erect, she looked up in his angelic face to see if he was alarmed.� If he was alarmed, he didn't show it, instead he just looked back at her with a faint smile on his lips with his hands to his sides, letting her do what she wished.� For several long minutes the sitter and her charge were locked eye to eye as her fingers and hands slid along the stubby staff of his immature organ.�
It felt so different than Mark's large cock, yet it felt so familiar.� Then she realized it felt very much like Mark's cock did several years ago when they played "doctor" at her house.� She liked the feel of Mark's cock both then and now, and she enjoyed the feel of this lad's little dick as well.� Suddenly she realized just how far she had stepped out of bounds.� It's not that the boy didn't enjoy what she was doing, as it was clear to her that he did, it was just... She let his dick go and rinsed the soap off his cock and balls.
She turned the young boy to face away from her as she tended to washing his butt.� She had planned to do just a perfunctory job and nothing more, but as her hands slid across the smooth skin of his buttocks, memories of the games she and Mark played as young kids came to the forefront.� They both loved playing with the other's butt and loved having their own butts played with.� Without a conscious thought, her soapy hand slid deep between Timmy's butt cheeks seeking his anus.� She rubbed and rubbed all the while telling herself, 'Stop it, Mindy Lou!� Stop it!' but she didn't stop and Timmy didn't protest anymore than Mark did when she'd play with his butt hole.�
The five year old boy only giggled saying, "That tickles!"
"You want me to stop?"�
The boy shook his head and in doing so emboldened his molester to push her finger tip up inside him.� The boy squirmed as the finger tip slid just inside him and then slid out.� For the next few minutes, Mindy made the boy squirm on her middle finger while she in turn squirmed on her other fingers until the sweet rush of orgasmic bliss swept over her, rendering her incapable of doing anything other than writhe on the bathroom floor, oblivious to everything but the pleasurable sensations shooting from her clit to every corner of her body.
When she finally gathered her senses, her head was resting on the edge of the bathtub and Timmy was once again playing with his boat.� Sitting upright she castigated herself, 'You are a bad, bad, bad, terrible person, Mindy Louise.� What have you done?'� But looking at the boy playing carefree in the bath, she had to admit that he certainly wasn't traumatized about what she had done any more than she was traumatized with what Mark did to her at the party.�
'Okay, you shouldn't have done it, but you did and it was fun.� So what harm is there?� I didn't hurt him any more than Mark hurt me.� Nasty maybe, but not harmful.� It was fun, fun for everybody involved;� fun for Mark, fun for Timmy and god knows, it was fun for me!'
Timmy turned to her.� "Mindy, I'm getting cold!"
"You want some more hot water?"
"I'm all wrinkly too!" he declared holding up his water logged finger tips.
"Well, we can't have that.� Can we?"
"My toes are wrinkly too!" he declared holding a foot up for inspection.� "But they won't stay like that...�
"Why do they get all wrinkly?"� he asked.
"I don't know," Mindy replied, "they just do."� She helped him out of the water and wrapped him a big soft towel.� To Mindy's surprise, he let her dress him in clean, dry shorts and a shirt, then sent him on his way with strict instructions to stay inside.
Upon straightening up the bathroom, Mindy realized that she too was getting a chill from her damp t-shirt.� Looking at herself in the mirror she could plainly see how prominent her nipples were, puckered by the chill and sexual heat.� Her fingers gripped both nips and she rolled them between the damp cotton fabric and her fingers.� "Hmmmm," she moaned as the pleasurable sensation radiated from her tits and down to her groin.� As she began pleasuring herself she caught sight of Timmy running by the open bath door.� It took her moment to realize he wasn't dressed.�
"That little bugger!" she declared to her image in the mirror.� Reluctantly she released her stiff tit tips and followed him back to the den to make sure he stayed inside and dry.� She found him, sprawled out on the carpeted floor of the den, pushing his toy trucks this way and that without a stitch of clothes.� Any thought of fussing at him vanished, as she acknowledged that it would be a losing battle. 'Why bother?' she asked herself.� Besides, she enjoyed seeing him naked as much as he enjoyed being naked.
Without admonishing him, she passed through to the kitchen and then to the laundry room with her wet jeans in hand.� Upon opening the dryer, she saw that it was full of dried clothes.� Pulling the still warm laundry from the dryer she found one of John Jackson's t-shirts.� She quickly decided to borrow it, exchanging it for her damp shirt and panties.� Tossing her damp clothes in the dryer, she turned it on, confident that in forty minutes or so, her clothes would be dried and no one would be the wiser.� The large man's t-shirt hung loosely on her shoulders, the arms coming down below her elbows and the tail down around her knees.�
Her mother had trained Mindy to deal with whatever she found in the laundry room.� Clean, but damp clothes in the washer went into the dryer and any dried clothes, no matter who they belonged to, were dealt with then and there.� Automatically she carried the dryer load of clothes into the den to fold them.� It was mostly undergarments, Mr. Jackson's boxers and t-shirts, Timmy's briefs and white socks, and few things that clearly belonged to Mrs. Jackson.� Within a few minutes, the clothes were neatly folded and sorted, ready to be put away.�
Mindy thought it best that she carry the clothes to the Jackson's bedroom.� Setting the stacks of folded laundry on the large canopy bed, she glanced up.�
"Cool," she commented upon seeing the mirrored canopy top and not realizing its true functionality.� With Timmy quietly playing in the den, her curiosity got the best of her and she began to snoop.� The first place she looked was the drawer of the nearest nightstand.�
"Oh, my gawd!" she gasped at the sight of a large collection of rubber cocks, vibrators, a leather sleeping mask, fresh batteries and multiple bottles of lubricant and massage oils along with several other curious devices.� One by one she examined the various faux cock dildos.� She'd never seen anything like them before except on the internet, but she knew exactly what their purpose was.�
'My gawd, she puts that inside herself!' she said to herself as she examined one particularly large fake dick.�
Feeling guilty for spying on her employers, Mindy put the big rubber dick back in the drawer, closed it and left the bedroom to see to her charge.� Pleased to find him still engaged in his play, she sat in the big recliner, leaned back and watched the naked child.�
Looking up, Timmy saw that Mindy was in the chair where his mother normally nursed him.� He scampered to his feet and crawled up into Mindy's lap. Mindy made no effort to stop him as he grasped the neck of the oversized t-shirt, pulling it down one shoulder until her tit was exposed.�
The young teen sitter groaned as the boy's mouth encased her nipple and began to suckle.� Ever since he suckled her Friday night, the startling event had never been far from Mindy's thoughts.� It was the pleasurable sensations she'd gotten from the boy's effort that made her so willing to let Mark have his way with her tits last night.� And now she was enjoying it again.�
Even though the neck of the shirt had stretched enough to get her tit out, after a minute or so the tight constriction around the back of her neck became uncomfortable.� She managed to get him to let go for a moment and moved him off her lap.� A moment later, she had pulled the t-shirt over her head and beckoned the boy to resume his efforts.�
Unable to get milk from one teat, the nude boy attempted to nurse from the other.� As he sucked and munched, he paid no attention to the rumbling guttural noises rising from the nude babysitter's throat nor to the fact that her entire body was trembling.� He was only interested in the comforting oral sensation made by the fat nipple in his mouth and the comforting feel of his bare skin against her bare skin.
After a few minutes the munching slowed and then ceased as Timmy was lulled asleep.� Holding the boy with one hand, Mindy's other hand, now soaked with cuntal juices fell idle between her legs.� She hadn't gotten nearly enough sleep the night before and sated, she dozed naked in the big chair with Timmy still at her breast, his lips slack and barely surrounding her nipple as his drool dripped down her tit.�
The rude intrusion of the telephone ringing jarred her awake.� She considered answering it, but then heard the answering machine pickup followed by a recorded sales pitch.� The annoying message droned on and on until the time allotted by the machine was up.� Then silence once more.� She glanced at the elegant wall clock with its pendulum swinging and saw that it was just past three thirty.�� It would be another two, three hours before the Jackson's returned.� Looking out a window, she saw that it was still raining, not hard, but steadily.�
The telephone had disturbed Timmy too.� Not enough to wake him from his nap, but enough to prod him into changing positions.� Mindy looked down at the naked boy in her lap, now sprawled out on his back with his legs dangling over the arm of the chair.
"Gawd, he's so beautiful," she whispered with a smile.�
As she studied his little dick so openly displayed, she thought back to all the dicks she'd seen last night at the Ken's party.� Before last night, except for Timmy cute little peter, the only male organ she'd ever seen live was Mark's when he was much younger and much smaller.� She tried to place face, cock and names to the gallery of live cocks she saw at the party.� Of course there was Mark's... with its flared head, impressive in size and beauty, and then Mike's with its curious curved shape and arrow-like tip.� And Ken, who was nowhere near as large as Mark or even Mike. Then there was the guy watching the door; she didn't know who he was except that he was huge, not fat, but huge and his dick hanging low between his legs was equally huge, the tip secreted away behind that funny flap of skin.� And then there was what's-his-name, the skinny guy with a skinny dong.� The others, and there were others, she couldn't place dick to face.�
Mindy smiled thinking that it wouldn't be too long before she saw all those wonderful cocks again; surely Ken would have another party soon and when he did, she was sure that Mark would invite her and then... 'He's going to want me to suck his dick,' she correctly reasoned, 'and he's not going to take no for an answer.'� She tried not to think of that too hard, and instead closed her eyes and remembered the feel of his erection filling her hand and then the feel of that same erect slab of man-meat filling and sliding in and out of her ass.�
'Gawd, I wish he were here right now,' she thought to the memory of his cock pulsing in her bowels as he emptied his nuts.�
As the vivid memory faded back into her mind, she opened her eyes and found herself studying Timmy's little cock. It was fun playing with him and he liked it too.� With no effort to resist the temptation, she began toying with the 5 year-old's wee Willy again.� His mouth, so expressionless before, curled slightly around the edges.�
"You like that, don't you, you naughty little boy," she whispered.� Soon the cocklet was stiffening in her caressing fingers.�
As she molested the little boy, she considered the root cause of her objections to blowing Mark.� One of the games they used to play involved peeing on each other.� That was way nasty to be sure, but then it just washed off without a trace.� It was one thing to let Mark pee on her leg or pee on her back, but one day he had peed in her face.� It tasted awful and it stung her eyes to point that she thought she was going blind.� After that and the crying scene that ensued, they stuck to just peeing on each other from the neck down.� It was that memory and that memory alone that made her cringe at the thought of his dick in her mouth and the acrid taste of urine.� 'What if he peed in my mouth?'� The thought was both horrible and disgusting.� Not only that, it would be just like Mark to do just that and then try to laugh it off. 'How could those other girls stand that taste?'
Mindy thought that a man's penis would be coated in urine and therefore taste like urine.� She knew from firsthand experience what urine tasted like and knew just how ripe she could become sometimes.� To her, it was only logical that boys would be the same, if not worse, considering their fondness for getting dirty.� ���
In a sudden leap of logic, she sniffed at the fingers she'd been using on Timmy's genitals and couldn't detect a trace of an odor.� 'Of course not, silly.� You made sure he was very, very clean.'� As she considered that, a plan formulated in her head.� He was still sound asleep and hadn't awoken while she fondled him, so maybe...�
She gently shifted him further down her legs and then bent forward.� Nuzzling her nose into his dick and balls she confirmed that he was clean.� A quick kiss to his little pecker confirmed the same.� Emboldened, she slipped her lips over his 1 inch shaft.� To her surprise, he didn't taste foul at all, just clean and the tactile feel of his little erection between her lips was sensational!
She checked to make sure he was still sleeping and then took his dick in her mouth again, laving at it and caressing it with her tongue.� 'This isn't so bad,' she thought.� 'In fact, this is great!'�
Suddenly she felt remorse for the lost opportunity to orally enjoy Mark's cock the night before.� 'Gawd, you can be so stupid, sometimes,' she castigated herself.�
'Well, Mark... Next time... Next time, I'm gonna make us both happy.'� She opened her mouth wider and added Timmy's nuts to his dick in her mouth.
She snapped back to reality when she heard Timmy giggling.� "That tickles," he laughed.� "Mindy, I gotta pee!"� Immediately she bolted upright.
"You better run to the bathroom!" she said as if nothing untoward had been happening.� Timmy hopped out of her lap and ran to the nearest bathroom.� She heard the flushing of the toilet and a moment later, Timmy came running back into the den.� He jumped up in the chair with her, but rather than lie down or sit in her lap, he stood and leaned forward, pressing his little dick into his sitter's face.�
Mindy pushed him away, but the laughing little boy pushed his groin back into her face.� Playfully engaging the boy, Mindy blew bubbles on his privates, sending the kid into a fit of howling laughter.� As Mindy held him tight by the buttocks, the mirthful squeals of the young boy filled the room as he struggled to get away from the oral tickling.� Blowing bubbles gave way to licks and suddenly the room grew quiet and the struggling ceased as his tiny organ was encased once again with the warm wet embrace of his teenage sitter's lips.�
After sucking the boy's penis for a minute, Mindy pushed him away.� "More!" demanded the boy.� "More, Mindy, more!"� Mindy was only too happy to indulge him.
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