BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 3

Crossing the Line

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And so it went the rest of the week.� By then I had bought a car seat to put my car, so we wouldn't be stuck in the house all the time.� I nearly choked when I saw the price of those things, but coughed up the bucks anyway.

In the mornings, Staci would drop off Lisa.� Lisa would strip nude and I'd play with her the rest of the day until Staci picked her up again.� I tried to keep the molesting of her cute little pussy to just bath time, but out of the bath, she was at least once a day insistent that I rub her cunt.� I told myself that it was she who was intiating it, and it was.� I also rationalized that she enjoyed it, which she evidently did. � My boldness escalated quickly and it wasn't long before my finger was sliding deep between her labia.� I'd come to my senses and stop. "Do that again, Granpa," she'd say, so I'd do it again.

Early in the second week, Staci dropped her off.� I was even less up and at 'em than I was usually.� I didn't even notice until the mother was gone that I was only wearing a half-open pair of thin boxer shorts.� Apparently the mother didn't care.� No sooner was Staci gone and Lisa was happily totally naked; which was fine with me.� If there is such a thing as a natural born nudist, this little girl was it. This time she had brought with her a teddy bear that had seen better days.� Turns out that she liked to take it into the bath with her.

So, we're sitting in my Lazy-Boy reading her a book with my fly still unsnapped.� The book was pretty good and held her attention, but when it was done, she began to get interested in something else.� Not my cock, which was still tentatively concealed, but what was partially hanging out of one leg of my shorts.�� "What's that?" she asked innocently as her little hand cupped a hairy ball.

"Lisa, baby, you shouldn't be..."

"It's your balls," she declared with a grin and a giggle.� Now where would a four year old hear about balls? After watching her father interact with her during his recovery, it was pretty obvious to me where she heard that term and learned that physiology.

"Yes, it's my balls," I replied forthrightly.� "But you shouldn't be touching..."

"Look, Granpa!� Your thingie is sticking out!" Sure enough, my unruly member was making an appearance through the mostly open fly of my boxers.� Her hand released my nut and grasped my hardening cock, sending it into a full blown hard-on.

"Oh, fuck," I muttered under my breath, closed my eyes and let the little girl play with my nasty old dick. She gently rubbed on it for a few minutes using both hands.� Suddenly I felt a pop as she undid the last snap holding my drawers on.� In the next instant I was laid bare and one hand slid over my balls while the other continued to caress my cock.�

"Does your daddy let you do this to him?" I asked.

"Uh huh," she replied.

"I thought as much," I replied more to myself than to her.

"Does your mommy know you play with your daddy like this?"

"Uh huh," she answered.

'Well, that's certainly interesting,' I thought.

She began tugging at my open shorts.� 'Oh, what the hell,' I thought as I lifted my butt off the chair and let her pull off my underwear.� Now with me totally naked as well, she resumed playing with my cock and balls.� She'd be playing, pause, look up at me and grin, then look down at my dick and nuts in her hand and resume her play.� I don't know how long that went on before I felt that building urge growing.� Briefly I considered making her stop, but not thinking clearly and wanting to edge just a little closer...

"Uhhhh," I grunted as huge blob of spunk shot from my dick.� No doubt I was making a mess, but I was far from caring at that point. "Uhhhh," I grunted again as the second pulse shot through my organ.� I opened my eyes in time to see the third wad launch and splatter on the giggling little girl.� There were three more good pulses, but of insufficient strength to achieve air, pulses that were generous in quantity that flowed from my dick and over her little hand.

When it was all over and my dick tingled with the aftershocks of my orgasm, I realized how big of mess I had made.� Lisa had cum streaked across her flat chest and tummy as well as all over her hand and all over me and my chair.

When my mind cleared enough to form a cogent thought, I asked her, "Do you do that to Daddy?"

"Uh, huh," she answered nodding her head.

Assessing the amount of cum covering both her and me, I told her, "I think we need a bath."

"Kay!" she answered and hopped off my lap.� As I well knew by then, she loved taking baths.

I drew the water.� We both got in with her between my legs and facing away from me.� Bath time from then on were to be together, usually without, but sometimes with a little sexual play.�

Even after the bath I stayed nude with her for the remainder of the day, right up until it was time for her mother to pick her up.� Only then did I put on some clothes.

By the third week, not only was Lisa nude within minutes of her mother dropping her off, but so was I... Lisa was most insistent.

That weekend I found a play Doctor's kit and bought it for her.� She loved it.� Sometimes I was the doctor and sometimes she was the doctor.� So, we're naked in my bed and she's giving me yet another through exam, which included listening to my balls with her toy stethoscope.� She'd then have me flip over and she'd pry my butt cheeks apart to check out my asshole.� By then, in the realm of fondling, nothing was out of bounds and I didn't stop her from poking in and around my anus.� She was very gentle and I rather enjoyed indulging her curiosity.� She had me turn onto my back again and she went back to listening to my balls and cock.� By now I was quite hard and she played with me until I ejaculated, something that intrigued and delighted her to no end.

I was recovering and she was playing in the mess I'd made on my tummy when I asked, "What else do you do with Daddy?"�

Obviously I wasn't thinking clearly yet, as I wouldn't have asked it had I known how she's answer.� Actually she didn't answer, or at least not verbally. Instead she bent over and took my slimy dick into her mouth.� Holy fuck! Maybe she wasn't such a "natural born nudist" after all.

As the little darling sucked my wilting cock, I began to wonder just how far her father had gone with her. �I already knew she didn't have a hymen, as I had checked that out playing doctor.� Was he fucking her? Surely not.� She was too little and too small for that... or was she?� I'd always heard that a woman's pussy would stretch to accommodate even a huge cock, but a little girl?

When she released my dick from her lips, she rocked back grinning at me, a ring of cum coated her lips like it was ice cream or something.� "Okay, it's your turn to be the Doctor, Granpa," she announced laying back on my bed, legs spread.�

So, I donned the stethoscope and began my through examination.� I checked her ears, her nose and cum coated mouth, listened to her chest and her tummy.� I ended up lying between her legs for a close up inspection of her young puss.� With my thumbs, I peeled her open and studied the pink interior of her sex, noting that everything, clit, urethra and vagina were all where they should be.� I hadn't planned it, but next thing I know and my tongue is scouring her.� Such a clean forbidden taste.� One part of my brain was crying out, STOP!� But another part was enjoying it too much.� So I didn't stop; I couldn't stop and for the next several minutes I engaged in oral sex with her.� Never once did I hear say, "Grandpa, don't do that," or "Stop, Granpa, stop," or� "Oooo, Granpa, that's dirty."

After several minutes I did stop, my better angels having taken control once again.� I scooted up and over her.� Looking down into her face I could see that her baby blues were glazed over.� Suddenly she focused on me.

"Did you like that, Lisa?" I asked the little girl.

"Uh, huh," she replied with a grin and a nod.

"Does your daddy do that with you?"

"Uh, huh."� I wasn't surprised. "Mommy too."

The latter admission shocked me.� I knew full well that her father played with her sexually, but her mother too?� No wonder Mike was able to get away with what he was doing!

"Do it again," she then said.� "Do that again, Granpa."� Well, it was clear that she wanted me to perform cunnilingus with her again, so I did.� I spent a lot of face time that morning and the following days between her legs licking her sweet baby cunt.

Towards the end of the week, I considered and reconsidered the wisdom of putting it all out in the open and in the end decided honesty was the best policy, especially in light of what I knew about her parents.� It wasn't hard to put myself in Mike and Staci's shoes, to appreciate the fear of discovery and the toll of their anguish.� They were pedophiles, as I had surely become.� I also knew they would never actually harm her, just as I would never harm our little nudie angel.

It was getting late in the day Friday and moments before I had spermed little Lisa as she lay on my coffee table furiously frigging herself.� The doorbell rang.� Not bothering to slip on anything, I checked through the peep hole ascertaining that it was the child's mother.� I let Staci in, shutting the door behind her. Staci looked at me and she showed no outward outrage at my nudity, audacity and boldness. A bit embarrassed perhaps, but not outraged.�

Indeed she smiled nervously and asked, "Is Lisa ready?"

"Ready for what?" I asked in turn.

"Ready to go home."

"She's in here," I said pointing towards the living room.

We stepped into the living room where her little daughter was lying on my coffee table spread out like a little whore, her body, face� and hair spattered with cum, some dry clots and others wet and fresh.� Her eyes were unseeing, her hand a blur of motion between her legs.

Gazing at my handiwork I directly asked her mother, "Is she a virgin, or has Mike fucked her? She doesn't have a hymen."�

"No!� He hasn't fucked her... yet."

"But he will and you're okay with that?"

"He'd never hurt her."

"Nor will I," I replied.

"I think... I think that maybe we should all have a talk," she said suddenly nervous.

"That's probably a good idea," I replied.� "When will Mike be home?"

"In a half an hour or so."

"You want a drink?"

"Please!"

Using the voice command feature of her cell phone, Staci dashed off a short text message to her husband, telling him to come to my house and that we all needed to talk.� He immediately replied, "Okay."

After fixing and serving Staci a stiff Screwdriver, I felt a little self-conscious standing around nude, so I retired to my bedroom and put on a silk robe my wife had bought me several years before.� I hadn't worn that robe since before my darling wife died, but now seemed a good time to don it.� It was a very masculine robe, in a Hugh Hefner sort of way, predominately dark red and black with black trim.� Checking myself out in the mirror, I thought I looked rather dashing.

I was only gone a few minutes, but when I returned, Staci was in the living room with her still naked little girl.� She had downed her screwdriver and asked for another one, which I gladly provided.� By the time the second stiff drink was made and delivered, Staci had her blouse open and was holding Lisa to her now naked breast, allowing the four year old to munch away at Mommy's ample tit.� I couldn't help but notice that as Staci cradled the toddler, she had one hand between the little girl's legs, confirming that Mike wasn't the only parent who molested the girl's cunt.

I also noticed a wet gleaming on Staci's breast and realized it was cum transferred from Lisa's cum splattered body.� Staci must have noticed that I had noticed and taking her finger, wiped some of the residual from her tit and then sucked it off her finger.

I was nearly speechless at this point, but managed to ask, "Are you still breast feeding her?"

"Yes, I rather enjoy having my tits sucked," Staci said with a sly grin.� "Lisa enjoys it too, as does Mike." If she was trying to shock me, she did. She then guzzled the rest of the drink that I had just served her.

"Uh, you want another one?" I asked.

"I'd love to," she giggled, "but I think I'd better take it a little slower," she said slurring "slower" and wobbling her head about.

"You know, Bill," she continued, "you're a good looking man.� A damned good looking man.� You remind me of my daddy, and I adored my daddy."� Smiling at me with bedroom eyes she added, "I lovvvved my daddy."

Clearly tipsy, she broke eye contact, looked lovingly down at her munching daughter, then back up at me. "Lisa says that you're her Grandpa.� And if you're her Grandpa, then that makes you my daddy, Daddy," she giggled.

With a sudden angry expression she went off on a tangent stating, "I bet you think Mike and I are terrible people. Well, let me tell you something, Mister... you're a terrible man yourself."� Her expression softened as she went on, "My daddy was a terrible man too.� He walked around my� sister and me naked all the time and kept us naked too.� He was sooooo much fun! I loved him to death!"

She broke eye contact once again and just stared for a minute or so at my covered crotch.� "You know," she resumed still looking at my crotch, "you have a beautiful cock.� It's nice and big, but not too big.� So why are you hiding it from me?"

"Well, I'm not trying to hide it," I replied.� "I just thought..."� Hell, what was I thinking?

"Then let me see it again," she said with a touch of irritation.� So, I undid the belt and let my robe hang open.

"That's better, Daddy.� Much better...� Yes, you have a very nice cock."� She looked up at me and added, "I lovvvve nice cocks!

"Come closer," she slurred.� I stepped closer.� "Closer." My shins were already touching the sofa, straddling her legs as she sat nursing her child. The only way I could get closer was to bend my knees.� "Closer." It was obvious to me that she wanted me very close, or rather she wanted my cock very close to her, so I crawled on up and put my dick right in her face.� At this point it shouldn't have been a surprise, but when I felt her lips slide over my semi-stiff prick, it was a very pleasant surprise indeed.� Grasping the back of my sofa to steady myself, I punched my hips forward slightly to drive more of my cock into her sucking mouth.� In this position, I could feel my bare thighs pressing against little Lisa and I had to be mindful not to crush the child.

I had cum for the third time that day just before Staci arrived, so I wasn't going to cum again anytime soon, if ever, that evening.� Still, it was probably the best blowjob I'd had in thirty years or more.� Man, what that woman could do with her tongue!

About ten minutes into the blowjob, there was knock at the door.� "Fuck!� Mike's here," I said to the wall as Staci kept slobbering all over my cock.� The doorbell rang and still she sucked.� Now it's not like she had a suction on me so strong that I couldn't get away, it's just that I didn't want to get away.� Still, the knocking and doorbell ringing continued.� I could hear Mike outside calling out, "Hey, Bill!.... Staci! .... Are you here?"� Hell, I was expecting him and couldn't just leave the poor SOB outside, so I managed to extract my happy cock from Staci's wonderfully sucking maw and answered the damned door.

Mike was just beginning to walk away when I opened the door.� "Hey, Mike!" I called out.� He turned,� stopped, and gawked at me.� It was only then that I realized my robe was still open. Pulling it closed, I told him, "Come in.� Come in."

"Staci said we all needed to talk," he said as he approached.

"Yeah, I guess we do," I replied taking his extended hand. "Uh, she's in here."

Little Lisa must've heard her daddy, as she came running up crying out, "Daddy!� Daddy!"� Mike scooped up his naked child, lifting her high in the air squealing and then gave her a loud raspberry very, very low on her exposed abdomen, sending the little girl into a fit of giggles. Fortunately, the view from the street of my open front door was somewhat obscured by shrubbery. Then throwing her over one shoulder, he came inside.�

Immediately he was confronted by the sight of his rather drunk comely wife, half dressed with her generous boobs exposed.� He looked at me and dead panned, "You guys started the party without me?"

"Uh, Mike, I can explain..."� Not really, but that's what came out of my mouth.

He brushed past me, sat Lisa down and pulled Staci to her feet.�

"He knows, Mike," she slurred. "He knows evvvverything."

"Of course he knows everything," he replied.� "I told you that, baby.� The man's not a dunderhead.� Christ, it's simple enough for anyone to figure out.

"Have you been drinking?" he continued.� "You know you can't hold your booze.� Now, look at you.� Half dressed.� You think Bill wants to see you half dressed?"

"I sucked his dick," she replied slurring as Mike steadied her on her feet while removing her blouse and her already unclasped bra.

"I'm not surprised."

"He's just like my daddy and I loooove my daddy."

"You just love cock," Mike replied.

He turned to me. �"Bill, you want to see this slut naked?� You want to fuck her?"� This was not how I had earlier played out this encounter in my mind.�

Not waiting for me to answer he sat her back down, unfastened her slacks and pulled them off, leaving her in just her panties.

"It's up to you, Bill, whether you want her panties off or not.� If you do, you take them off, but before you do, let me explain...� You see, we know that you know about Lisa, and we know about you with Lisa.� One rule... no penetration, with your cock, that is.� A finger up the twat is okay... the girl loves a finger up her twat.� Got that?� No penetration, she's much too young for that.� In a few years maybe, but not now.

"Second, Staci and I have been talking about you.� We've been looking for a younger guy or couple to have sex with us, but Staci says you remind her of her daddy.� He used to fuck her all the time.� Shocking, I know, but he her fucked from when she was little.� Fucked her often.� He even fucked her on our wedding night.� Fucked her up until he killed himself skydiving.� You're her fantasy screw."

"You're shitting me!"

"No, I'm not shitting you.� She has the hots for you, old man.� Me, I think you're a terrific guy and the best neighbor we could possibly have... one who shares in our secrets and who will most likely keep them to yourself, if only to keep your own ass out of jail.

"So... do we have a deal?"

"A deal? What deal?" I asked my mind still trying get around everything he was telling me.

"You get to play with Lisa all you want and you get to fuck my wife.� Me, I get to watch or get to join in at my choosing.� Of course I won't always be around to choose one way or the other, but that's okay. Oh, and sometimes we might have other people involved too, like Staci's sister, her husband and their boys.

"So, what will it be?� Do you want to take off Staci's panties or not?"��

I couldn't believe my luck.� Not only could I play with Lisa without worrying about crossing some arbitrary line with her parents and getting into hot water with them, but Mike was offering up his wife to me as a bonus. I looked down at Staci sprawled out on my sofa, naked save for the tiny panties she wore.� She was some bonus too!� At twenty three and pretty as they come with a set of knockers to make a man brain dead, she was mine for the taking.� That is, of course, only if she wanted me to fuck her.

Testing the waters, I bent down and grasping the sides of her panties, I began to pull them off.� She smiled up at me and lifted her butt off the sofa to make it that much easier for me.� With her panties off her ankles, she spread herself open for me.� Looking her straight in the eye, I removed my robe, carelessly discarding it on the floor.

"Ooooo, Daddy!" she cooed.� "What are you going to do?"

"You know what I'm going to do, little girl" I replied as I crawled up between her legs.� My erection sought out her juicy eager puss.

"Yesssss!" she hissed as I slid in all the way with the first stroke.� "Fuck me, Daddy.� Fuck me..."

I'd never had sex with a woman while someone was watching, much less her husband, so I glanced over at Mike.� His eyes were gleaming and he had his hard cock out slowly stroking it as I continued to fuck his wife.� Little Lisa was by her daddy, watching what he was doing and paying no mind to me and her mother.

Returning my attention to my moaning and groaning sex partner, I continued to saw away at her clasping cunt.� I didn't cum before I had to dismount and take a breather to change up our position.� I heard Lisa laughing and looking over, saw that the she was covered head to toe in a massive load of her father's fresh cum. Damn!

Like I said before, I have interesting neighbors.