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Months ago, I posted this story in this news group. Every now and then, I
receieve e-mail with praise and occasional criticism from people who read it.
Oddly enough, when I posted it, I never saw nor can I seem to find it. Could
someone possibly tell me where they are finding this story? I don't mind--in
fact, I ENCOURAGE--reposting, cross-posting, and archiving. Gotta make a name
for myself as an author somehow, right? ;)
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=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Disclaimer =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=
If you are offended by stories containing graphic descriptions of sexual
activities between consenting adults, boy are you in the wrong newsgroup.
This story details a fantasy that I have had ever since I started babysitting.
It never happened. Which is good, becuase I suppose I'd be writing this from
prision if it did. You know my luck, I always get caught. Never been able to
figure that out, but I digress.
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"Adventures In Babysitting" (M/f, pedo, cons, romantic ending!)
by CJT
The new family moved into my neighborhood two weeks ago. Of course my parents
were glued to the window watching them move in. I've always wondered why
people do that. My theory is if they wanted you to see their stuff, they'll
invite you over later on and show it to you. But I digress.
Two days later, my mom brought them a cake (ala Kroger) to welcome them to the
neighborhood. My dad and I went with her. I am 20 years old, a college
student, and would rather have been doing almost anything else at that moment
in time. Again, I digress.
We were ushered into their living room, where they made small talk. The man
was Jeremy, and his wife was Kara. They had been married about 16 years.
Jeremy was executive director something-something for his company, VitroCrisa.
They had just been bought out by Libbey Glass, and that is why he moved here to
Toledo. If they didn't move, he'd have to spend much time traveling from where
they lived originally to the Glass City. (Toledo's nickname is the Glass City
if you couldn't figure that out)
Then, I got interested. A young girl of about 13 stepped in the room. She had
really short hair, dyed jet black and greased back. She had on a neon pink
shirt that showed her belly off to the world. Her short shorts tightened
around legs that would be gorgeous if you gave them about 2 or 3 years. They
were gorgeous now, mind you, but they would be model perfect in 2 or 3 years'
time. She had a jeweled stud in her nose and a tiny silver circle of an
earring in her naval. Her body, though too slender and under pubescent
development, was shapely nonetheless. Her face was angellic. She was
obviously what I would call an "Alternative Chick," but still very hot. All I
could think about was her body in various kinky sexual positions.
"This is Kayla," Kara introduced her daughter. Kayla waved an uninterested
hello, and walked off.
"She's in her rebellious phase," Kara went on. She looked at my mom. "When do
they grow out of it?"
"I'll let you know if I ever do," I responded without missing a beat. Everyone
laughed.
* * *
Time passed. Soon, I got a call unexpectedly. I figured it was one of my
friends, being a Friday evening. Instead, the CallerID read "LIBBEY GLASS
INC." I answered it tenatively and it turned out to be Jeremy. He asked if I
could please help him out of a jam.
"What?" I asked.
"Could you watch Kayla?" he asked.
"Why would Kayla need watching? I was on my own when I was 13."
"She's under house arrest. I have a crisis down here that I have to tend to,
and Kara is visiting relatives in Detroit. We're all going to be a while."
"How much?" I asked.
"How much do you make at work per hour?"
"Assistant Managers are salary, so it depends on how many hours I work."
"You're an assistant at 20? That's damn good."
"Not really," I humbled myself. "I'm in fast food, and there are three levels
above me: Co, GM, and TSM."
"TSM?"
"Training Store Manager."
"If you're training, aren't you below the GM?"
"No, you TRAIN GMs. That's 'training' as a verb in this case."
"That's stupid."
"I don't make the titles. Anyway, I make about $8 an hour if I work 40 hours
like I'm supposed to."
"Do you ever work 40 hours?"
"When I was a shift manager I did. Now a short week for me is 50."
"Try being the executive director of accounting."
"That's okay. Anyway, I guess I'll just head over to your house."
"Better pick Kayla up; she's with me."
"You mean I have to have the babysittee before I can babysit?"
"Helps."
"Duh. Anyway, where are you?"
"At the office."
"Where's that?"
"Summit St."
"Summit? Is that the road that starts in Toledo's Downtown but ends up far,
far, far up in Michigan? That same Summit St.?"
"Shut up, smartass. I'll give you exact directions."
"Thank you."
* * *
Kayla was wearing all black. She wore a really tight halter top with no bra
underneath, just a silver choker with a pearl baubble around her neck. Her
nosering was absent. The silver ring in her naval was still there, and she
wore shorts that disappeared up her ass crack. She had black lacy panties on;
those were clearly visible around her shorts.
I tried to subtly check her out at stoplights. Since I was going to have to
take the freeway for most of the way home, I tried to delay getting on it as
much as possible to have more time to check her out. It didn't work, because
at the second stoplight, there was a sign directing us left towards the
freeway. I tried to go to the straight lane, but she quickly cited the sign
and made me move over to turn. Observant little shit, she was!
When we arrived at her house, I walked her in the door. It was about 5:00.
She bolted right for her room. I sat down and watched some VH1, some news, and
some cable channels I don't get at home.
After an especially riveting episode of "Beavis and Butt-head," I realized that
it was 10:30 at night. Damn! I spent over 5 hours watching TV. So I flipped
a couple more channels, and rested on the Playboy Channel. I watched a really
hot orgy scene for about 10 minutes before I heard a rustling behind me. I
switched the station off quickly and turned around, expecting to see either
Jeremy or Kara.
I saw Kayla instead.
"Uh," I said, embarresed, "How long have you been standing there?"
"Ever since the blowjob scene."
That was one of the first scenes. "Sit," I motioned to the seat next to me.
She was wearing a nightshirt only. And it was very short. Much too short.
She sat down without a word. We sat in silent contemplation for about 10
minutes. Then she asked, "Are you going to turn it back on?"
I flipped it on, and there was a scene of a man fucking a woman in the ass.
"That looks like it would hurt," Kayla commented. She slid closer to me.
The scene switched to a spanking scene. My dick was hard, and getting harder
by the second, as this woman's ass redened under the repeated slapping. I felt
a hand caress my shaft, rolling it softly and expertly. I had to squirm and
adjust my seating to be comfortable. That's when I realized that both of my
hands were out of my pants, yet my dick was being caressed.
Kayla's hand was in my pants, rubbing and caressing my long tool gently. I
looked into her deep brown eyes, and I tried to say "No, this isn't right."
But I got tongue tied, and it came out (and this is an honest mistake, I swear)
sounding more like "Kiss me."
And so Kayla continued to give me a terriffic handjob while our lips touched in
a warm kiss. I probed her mouth with my tongue. I put a hand underneath her
nightshirt, and felt her bare pussy. It was wet with anticipation. I pushed a
finger inside, and her grip on my dick instantly tightened.
My hand sloshed around inside her dripping wet pussy for a minute or two. She
laid down on the couch underneath me, and I slid her nightshirt off. Her
breasts were approximately the size of lemons, just beginning their curvy
development. Her body was fantastic for only belonging to a 13 year old, and
her naval ring made her all the more alluring and sexy.
She pulled my pants down and let them slide to my ankles. I held her naked
body in my arms and kissed her lips tenderly. My fingers rammed in and out of
her pussy all the faster, and I could hear her sigh and moan, her body
squirming excitedly below me.
Her hand slid up and down my pole madly, and I started to sweat ever so
lightly. I could feel her legs wrap around my waist, and her other hand
removing my underwear.
With my pants and underwear around my ankles, I moved onto the couch and
positioned my rod directly over her pussy. I pushed it inside her hole, making
an effort to do so slowly and carefully so that I wouldn't hurt her. It was a
tight fit, as I thought it would be. My shaft pushed slowly in, all the way to
the hilt, and no sign of a cherry. She smiled giddily and moaned her approval
of my entrance.
"No cherry?" I asked this sexy young 13 year old.
"Nope. That baby got fucked out of me when I was 11," she said proudly.
"Oh yeah?"
"He was 26. He was small, about 5 inches. You feel like you're about to rip
me apart, stud."
I couldn't believe I was listening to a 13 year old talk dirty to me! And she
was right, too. I think I'm about 8 and half inches, and almost 3 inches wide.
My hips began to slowly rise and fall, building a steady pump action. I
listened to her moan and sigh, then squeal in pain/pleasure as my dick spread
her insides open wider than they had ever been. Her pussy lips gripped my dick
tightly, and her inner thighs rubbed the sides of my stomache as my fuck-motion
continued. Up and down, up and down, faster and faster I fucked, constantly
pounding this beautiful girl to the throes of ecstasy.
She looked skyward and screamed something about me being the best, and I could
feel her pussy spasaming and then settle down. Then, her hole complacently
allowed me to fuck it, her eyes rolled around and her face flashed a look of
pure pleasure. She just had a great orgasm, and I was the reason for it. What
a power high it was!
I knew I wouldn't be lasting much longer. So I continued to slide in and out
of her as fast as I could, and as hard as I could, enjoying the sensations
produced. Finally, when I couldn't stand it any more, I sprayed a load of cum
deep inside her, coating her insides with my thick white jism. She seemed to
enjoy my orgasm as much as her own. I dismounted her, and watched her walk
naked toward the staircase, and I followed her to her bedroom.
* * *
I had shed the remainder of my clothes before following Kayla to her bedroom.
Now, I stood naked in her doorway with my dick drooping in front of me, unable
to salute after a great fucking. She was laying on her bed already, her naval
ring reflecting the light next to her bed. God, that was SO sexy.
She looked casually at me, and asked, "Fuck me again?"
"I can't," I said, looking down at my sagging member.
"That's too bad," she said. With that, she put a finger down on her pussy, and
rubbed a complete circle around her hole. I felt my dick convulse, but
nothing.
A line of juice ran out of her pussy, and dribbled onto her sheets. She wiped
the string off of her hole with a finger, and put the tip of that finger into
her mouth. Her face melted into a look of pleasure, gratification, and desire.
She drew out an "Mmmmmmmm," sexily, then said, "Tastes great. Our juices mix
well."
She pushed a finger inside her hole, then two. She began to pump herself
rapidly, moaning and groaning. Soon, she brought herself to another orgasm.
Watching her cum like that was enough to get me hard again.
As I approached her bed, she laid on her side. I got on my knees in front of
her, then lifted her leg up in the air. I slid my cock inside her, and
positioned my body over her for greater leverage. I pumped my hips back and
forth, fucking her gorgeous chasm with great force. She squealed with delight
as I increased the tempo of my thrusts. She kept chanting "Fuck me, baby!
Fuck me hard!" as I drilled her deeper and harder.
Her 13-year-old pussy was a tight fit for my massive rod, but that didn't stop
me. I still plugged her hard, letting her feel the massiveness of my manhood,
then withdrawing from her, then I shoved it back in with greater force and
pressure. It seemed as if I was determined to split this young vixen in half.
Her vaginal walls clenched tightly and unclenched in rhythm with my thrusts,
enhancing the experience greatly.
She had three orgasms during the hour that I banged her in this position. She
would later tell me that was the position that did the most for her sexually,
that her 25-year-old first love used to fill her sweet 13-year-old hole like
this all the time. That fond memory would send her over the edge more easily
than any other position. I didn't know about that at this point, nor did I
care. All I wanted to do was fuck this little girl viciously. And I did just
that.
When I finally came, it felt better than anything imaginable. I spurted string
after endless string of sticky hot jiz into her, until her pussy overflowed
with my cream. I yelled out "Kayla! Oh, God, Kayla! You're the best!" I've
never so much as grunted during sex with my numerous partners, but this little
girl made me scream her name when I came. I relaxed, and fell asleep in her
bed, spooning her naked body.
I woke up before her parents got there, and had breakfast with the fucked-out
teenager early that morning. When her parents left, I went home feeling
fulfilled.
* * *
Kayla and I continued to see each other over the summer. Despite having
several boyfriends her own age, Kayla and I continued to have mind-blowing sex
sessions all throughout her teen years.
The day after our first night of love alone, for example, she snuck over to my
empty house, where we fucked on the couch, stairs, kitchen floor, dining room
table, and every available bed. We both performed at least two hours of oral
sex on the other, individually and 69, I spanked her, she gave me a bath, and
we fucked missionary, girl-on-top, doggy-style, her on her side, and any other
position that we could think of. And that was just the START our relationship!
We fucked nearly 3 times a week after that.
* * *
Years later, I was 35 and single, and it was the day of Kayla's 27th birthday.
I visited her and her new boyfriend. They had been seeing each other for about
7 months now, and were very happy. I could tell just by looking at the two of
them. They made an adorable couple.
That night, Kayla and I made long, langorious love in her bed. We fucked each
other like crazed animals for five hours. When I finished with her, I
whispered, "Happy Birthday, Kayla."
Then I paused, and summoned all of my courage. "I love you," I said to her.
"What?" she asked.
"Kayla, I'm tired of sharing you with other guys. I've never found anybody in
my lonely life because nobody compares to you. You're a one in a million
catch, and I want to keep you, babe."
"What are you saying?" Kayla asked.
I fished my pants out of the pile of clothes on the floor, and produced a
velvet-covered jewelry case. I opened it to produce her birthday gift: A
diamond engagement ring, shining in 14 karat gold plating. It was absolutely
beautiful. Her face lit up with joy and anticipation. I saw a tear in her eye
as her smile stretched ear-to-ear. She had become so much more beautiful and
desirable than the sexy, troublemaking teenager I had first fucked 15 years
ago. She and I not only connected physically, but over the years, I had come
to realize that we connected just as well, if not, better, mentally.
"I'm saying that I love you, Kayla. I love you more than anyone in the world.
I never want to be without you. I couldn't live if I were without you. I'm
asking you if you would do me the honor of becoming my wife."
"Yes." It was all she needed to say, and I embraced her joyfully.
THE END of "Adventures In Babysitting" by CJT
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I hope that I have grown, at least a little bit, as a writer from my first
story, "On Break." If you would like to offer any comments or suggestions on
my work, then please feel free to e-mail me at venomx@aol.com. Any feedback is
appreciated. Feel free to suggest story ideas, comment on my stories, or
request copies of my stories. I've always enjoyed the many stories in
alt.sex.stories.moderated and would like to give to others the same enjoyment I
receive. The easiest way to do that, of course, is to get comments from
readers on what to improve, if anything! Thank you for reading my selection
and I hope to have more stories soon.
--CJT
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