Confessions of a Wicked Babysitter, Part 3

by Paperback Writer

This is a work of fantasy, fiction, and imagination. Comments and feedback, as always, are welcomed.

I join Clara in the TV room. Still clad in your bathrobe and panties, I sit on the couch while she lies on her tummy atop a little foam beanbag in front of the TV. We decide since you and Daddy are not home, we'll stay up late and watch two movies!

Each of us pick a movie - she picks a cartoon about a princess - I select a carefully-chosen anime DVD about a young witch, one that would look harmless if as a concerned parent you read the reviews – and it is, for the most part. But buried in it is one scene - at the 34 minute and 20 second mark - sufficiently scary enough make a young girl child rush into her babysitter's lap and bury her face into the welcoming breasts. (Those would be MY breasts, of course.)

The first movie plays and we have some popcorn. As the prince in the movie works to save the trapped princess, I use my toes to surreptitiously pull her pajama bottoms down little by little until I can see the top of her adorable butt crack. The movie ends, and I tell her to go brush her teeth and get ready for bed while I clean up the popcorn mess and put the second movie in the player.

The movie comes on, and she laughs at the part where the young witch is learning to fly and her cat falls off the broom. She laughs again when she retrieves him, but he's hanging upside down in the air. She giggles at the snake who gets tied up in knots, and at the kind old woman who unties him. Then, 30 minutes and 20 seconds into it, when the kind old woman transforms into a hideous demon, she shrieks and jumps into my lap, burying her face in my bosom just as I planned. Since I'm wearing a robe and I've opened up the top considerably, her face is pressed up against my flesh, inches from my nipple.

Gathering her up in my arms, I hold her close in such a way that she now straddles my thigh, one little leg on each side, and one knee lodged in tightly against my groin. I speak in a low and soothing voice, stroking her soft hair, inhaling her sweet scent as I hold her close and rock her, running my hands under her pajama tops to rub her back, then down into her pajama bottoms where I caress her soft cheeks. I press on her lower back to increase the pressure of her vulva against my thigh. She closes her eyes and moves her hips a little bit, looks up at me and says, "That feels good on my teddy! Can I do it more?"

"Yes, you may, or we can do something special that will feel good for both of us. Would you like that?" Uncertain of my meaning but not wanting to displease me, she nods her head yes. "We can play the mommy game, where you pretend you're a baby while I nurse you, and I'll use my fingers to pet your teddy while you do that. Does that sound like fun?" Judging by the megawatt smile she gives me as she nods her had, I'm guessing the answer to be 'yes'.

I sit down on the couch, my breasts exposed, and your daughter lays horizontally across my lap. I use my right hand to put my nipple in her mouth, then reach behind her head and to support it and push it gently, encouraging her. After a tentative start, Clara closes her eyes and gets down to some steady sucking. Without my prompting, as she sucks she almost naturally reaches up and takes my left nipple in her hand and starts to play with it. My left hand reaches down into her pajama bottoms and parts her little legs, my fingers gently rubbing.

I can tell this pleases her, as she begins to moan beneath the nipple in her mouth and thrust her pussy back on my hand to as I rub to increase the pressure. As I rub, I feel the moisture increasing in her little slit, and use my middle finger to part her outer lips, then caress her tiny clit. I work my finger into her little hole, and her hips involuntarily buck in pleasure at the invasion. I continue exploring her little love cave until I reach her little hymen barrier, then ease off, not touching it. I don't want to leave any evidence I've been there.

Beneath the flannel her little body has broken out into a sweat, and she is bucking hard now. Her teeth begin to bite my nipple as her orgasm approaches, so I quickly take it out of her mouth, lifting her up to kiss me instead. Just as she's on the brink of cumming, I stop kissing her and take my hand away. Wrapped up now in my arms, she shivers in sexual frustration, she just doesn't know it.

"Did that feel good, Clara?" I ask her. I am holding her close and rocking her. Her face shows confusion – I gave her pleasure, but cruelly denied her sexual release. "You did a great job at sucking my nipples. You can be my baby anytime!"

Her sexual shivering now stopped, she looks at me and asks, "C-c-c-an we play that some more?" I shake my head no. She begins to pout, the lower lip coming out again. "No fair!" she says. "I want to be the baby again."

"We'll play again later," I tell her. "We're going to have to find another game to play right now."

She quickly asks, "Can we play with Mommy's pink hoo-hoo stick? Sometimes when Daddy is on a business trip, his sister Auntie Jane comes over to keep Mommy company. After we all go to bed, sometimes I hear them playing in her bedroom, so I sneak out of bed and open the door a little bit so I can watch. I like when they play together with the hoo-hoo stick."

My ears perk up. This sounds like it might be of particular interest. "Can you show me a picture of your Auntie Jane?" I ask innocently. Her face brightens. She leads me into her parent's bedroom, then runs out and comes back with her parent's wedding album. Opening it, she thumbs past the first few pages until she reaches a photo of both families together. She points to a beautiful woman on her father's side. She's short, dark haired, with a cute little figure. There's no question she's the groom's sister, the family resemblance is so strong. Very interesting. I ask her, "Are there any other pictures you have of Auntie Jane besides these?"

She smiles. "I can show you some secret pictures if you promise not to tell Mommy I showed you." I cross my heart and make a zipper-motion across my lips. She goes over to the dresser and opens the bottom drawer. It's your underwear drawer. (What did I tell you?) The drawer is filled with lacy panty and bra sets. I see a thong or two in there as well, and a bra with pass-through nipple holes in the cups. Wooo! Hot mama!

Clara reaches all the way in the back, and pulls out a pair of granny panties that seem out of place. No man would ever want touch those, for sure! Wrapped inside them is a plain white 7" x 10" envelope.

Gingerly, I unwrap the envelope and pull out the pictures inside. In the first few, judging by the hairstyles these were taken about 10 years ago, and it's obvious they were taken at a bachelorette party. The mandatory male stripper is documented, along with various bawdy bridal shower games; but in the background, there are a lot of other interesting things going on as well. In one shot you can clearly see you and Auntie Jane kissing deeply in the background behind the gift table. (In high school they used to call this type of kissing tonsil hockey.)

There are other photos taken in the bathroom showing you and Auntie Jane naked in the shower with the stripper. You are on your knees in front of him, your mouth wide open as he maneuvers his cock towards you. Behind her is Auntie Jane with a bar of soap, reaching around and making sure your boobs are nice and clean.

Another photo, taken during your wedding is a rear-view shot, as you, Daddy and Auntie Jane are walking away from the camera. Daddy is in his tux, walking arm-in-arm with you in your wedding dress on his right. He doesn't realize that from your right, Auntie Jane has undone some of the back buttons to put her hand down the back of your dress, squeezing your ass.

The last photos are recent – taken with a digital camera, they are images taken of the mirrored closet doors in your bedroom. In a couple of them, you're on your bed lying on your back with your legs spread, with Auntie Jane on her stomach lying between them with her fine ass showing. Holding the camera with one hand, your other hand is on the back of Aunt Janie's head as you push her face into your pussy, your head thrown back in ecstasy. It's an amazingly clear shot, considering your activity at the time.

"This is the other game I like to watch," Clara says, pointing. "Sometimes they play the kitten game like one of them is on her back and pretends to be the milk dish and the other drinks like a kitten."

In the other photo, you used the auto-timer as the camera is sitting on top of the dresser. You are lying on top of Auntie Jane in the classic 69 position, her face hidden from view because it's buried in your pussy while you're hovering over her pussy, manipulating a pink dildo into it. "See?" Clara says. That's what they like to do with the hoo-hoo stick!" I carefully put the pictures in the envelope, then wrap them back up in the granny panties and replace them in the drawer. Once Clara is asleep, I'll be back to add them to my "insurance" collection.

Meanwhile, Clara has walked around the bed and opens up the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out the pink hoo-hoo stick she's been talking about. It's the Excalibur of sex toys, a 5" pink dildo specially contoured to fit a woman's body. Although like most dildos it's shaped like a penis, this one has a slight S-curved shaft so it stimulates the G-spot. "Can we play this?" she asks. I tell her I can't play that game with her, because she's got a hymen and it would hurt her.

To illustrate, I have her take her pajama pants off, then lay on her back on your bed. I spread her legs, then work my finger past her damp little labia, into her love canal very, very gently until I feel the soft barrier. It's so moist and warm; I can hardly resist diving in with my mouth. I push on it just a bit, and she squeals in discomfort.

I explain, "See, Clara, Mommies don't have hymens, so they can put the hoo-hoo stick in their teddies," I tell her. "Little girls can't until their hymen breaks. Sometimes it breaks while riding horses or doing gymnastics, and sometimes it breaks when a man puts his thing in your hoo-hoo in for the first time."

"Would Daddy do that?" she innocently asks. I am distracted. The little angel is laying on the bed with only her pajama tops on, the rest naked and exposed. My predatory urges are overwhelming at this point. I definitely feel the urge need to feed on her young flesh.

"No, honey, daddies don't do that with their daughters. It would have to be a boyfriend or husband." I need to get her back on track. "I'm sorry we can't do the hoo-hoo game, but we can play the kitten-and-milk game if you'd like. You can even be the milk first!"

"Yaaaaay!" she says, and scoots up toward the head of your bed. I follow, and take her pajama tops all the way off. Her nipples, like two little buttons, beckon me. Taking off your robe, I crawl up on top of her, feeling my body starting to overheat. "I need another love kiss, Clara," I tell her. She puts her arms around my neck as I approach, and we kiss, out tongues intertwining gently for several minutes this time. Damn but she's a good kisser! I work my way down her chest, sucking only briefly on each nipple because she is so ticklish.

Finally, still wearing your silk panties (now thoroughly soaked with my juices), I descend to her young vulva. I lift her legs and put them over my shoulders so my access is unimpaired. I turn my head and take a quick look at the clock. It's 10:45 pm. It suddenly occurs to me that if you and your husband went to dinner first, about this time you're in bed with your husband. And, of course, you're not going to go to sleep any time soon. It's your tenth anniversary, so I'm sure you both have some tricks up your sleeves to surprise each other.

The chances then are very good that at the exact same time you're engaging in hot steamy jungle sex with Clara's father, I'm taking your daughter on her own magic carpet ride on your bed - YOUR bed. Oh, this is delicious. She was probably conceived on this very mattress. I feel a surge of lust just thinking about it, and about how you soon might be climaxing at the same time as your little not-so-innocent angel.

No longer able to control myself, with the velocity of a freight train, I tongue her hungrily, covering her labia and tiny swollen clit with loving licks. I slip down and quickly coat her perineum with my tongue, and then move to her little anus before going back up to penetrate her vaginal hole. She's very close now. Her ass wiggles, but I hold her firmly in place by her hips. Her head is shaking silently, her little thighs clamped over my ears and her heels involuntarily swinging down into my upper back. Her eyes are squeezed shut, and she is making a series of progressively louder and more rapid shrieks and groans. Finally, her hands clutch the sheets and her whole body stiffens. After letting out a long wail, she collapses limply into what the French refer to as "la petite mort" - the little death.

Our little angel – yours and mine, Mommy - has had her first orgasm. But I'm not done. An evil thought has just crossed my mind. I climb up and revive her with gentle kisses, then go down on her again to repeat the experience. This time, as I lick I ask her "Tell me who you want to lick your teddy, Clara."

"I – I – I want you!" she gasps. I continue, "And who else, Clara? Who else do you want to lick your teddy?" She is breathing roughly and stiffening again, so I slow down to hear her answer. "I w-w-want Mommeeeeee!" As a reward, I stretch my mouth wide and take all her little girl parts in at once, sucking and licking. She screeches this time, her entire little body shaking, before she curls up in an exhausted little ball.

I crawl up next to her and wrap her in my arms. She closes her eyes. Gently kissing her, I pull up the sheet, allowing her to rest. She has certainly earned it. She smells sweetly of shampoo and sweat and sex juices, and I wish I could hold her forever.

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In the morning, I wake to find the little minx sucking on my nipples. Although I'm half awake, I reach down to rub her teddy, kissing her head and holding her close to my body. As I rub her oh so gently, I feel her push against my hand again. I snake one long finger down between her small damp lips and nestle inside the opening of her little girl sex. The feeling is wonderful.

Soon, even though I'm doing it softly, her body begins to react. Quickly her hips begin to buck madly again, trying to grind themselves onto my slick fingers. Her moans turn into squeals, her hair flying wildly as she flings her head back and forth. "Mmmmmmm-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" As she lays there catching her breath afterwards, I am beginning to believe that the little angel has become addicted to orgasms.

Eventually we make it out of bed and into the shower, and once again Clara takes control. I end up washing her all over, and she has orgasm #4. She orders me to rub myself to an orgasm as she watches and I obey while she plays with my nipples and gives me a helping hand with my, er, teddy as well.

Just before you and your husband get home, I give her some final instructions. "Listen to me, Clara, sweetheart. In a few hours, I have to leave. I won't be able to play the kitten-and-milk game with you for a long time, until your parents ask me back. In the meantime, if you want Mommy to kiss your teddy, sometime when Daddy's not around you need to get out the secret pictures of her and Auntie Jane and show them to her. Then tell her you want to play that game with her, too. If she tells you no, tell her you'll ask Daddy to play it then. I'll bet she'll change her mind."

Clara smiles as it dawns on her she now has the means to actually get you to do what she says. It's a smile that almost looks cunning. Now that I've pointed her in the right direction, I have a feeling the kitten-and-milk game will only be the beginning for you and Clara. Get ready to surrender, Mommy.