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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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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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