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 ï>¿A Natural Born Slut by Art Martin

   Chapter 1 Of Boys and Men

   Young Mindy Lou is vexed when a cute boy asks her out, but not as vexing
as her new babysitting jig turns out to be..

   "Hey, Mindy!  Wait up!"

   Mindy stopped and turned to see who was calling her.  When she saw who
it was, she turned back around and continued walking down the corridor and
through the bustling crowd of students changing class.

   "Hey!  Wait a minute, will ya?" Mark said grabbing her by the arm and
bringing her to stop.

   "Well!  If it isn't Mark!" she said with sarcasm dripping from her
voice.

   "How have ya been?" the cute boy asked accompanied by his killer smile.

   "Why do you care?"

   "Whadda mean?" the confused boy replied.

   "You haven't so much as spoken to me since school started!"

   "That's not true," he defended.  "I've said 'Hi' to you several times."

   "Okay.  You said, 'Hi' and then walked off like I didn't exist.  It's
not like we don't know each other.  Then again, I guess we really don't
anymore."

   "I've always liked you, Mindy.  Honest.  I mean, we were buddies."

   "That's right, Mark.  We were buddies...  as in past tense not so
perfect.  Okay, I know we never saw one another after your family moved,
but now that we're going to the same school again, I thought you'd at least
acknowledge my existence."

   "Hey, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings."

   "I don't have any feelings...  towards you.  You are not the same boy
who used to live next door...  We played every day after school."

   "I said I was sorry.  We're still buddies, okay?" he said looking her
right in the eyes.

   "Yeah!  We played, didn't we?" he added with a mischievous grin.  "You
were a great playmate."

   "Oh, god...  If you ever say anything about that to anyone..."

   "Too late, Mindy."

   "What?  You didn't," she said feeling unseen eyes staring at her and
sensing the snickering.

   "Don't worry.  Nobody knows it was you I lived next door to.  As far as
my friends are concerned, you're just another dorky ninth grader."

   "Is that what I am?  Dorky?" she bristled.

   "No, I didn't mean that.  It's just that the older kids look down on the
newbie freshmen.  That's why I haven't talked to you until now.  You
know... peer pressure.  Look, I really didn't mean to ignore you like that.
Besides, Jenny, that's my ex-girl friend, she'd scratch your eyes out."

   "Is that her name?  Jenny?  I thought it was Princess Whatever.  What do
you see in her?"

   "Hey, she's pretty and a lot of fun, or at least she was a lot of fun."

   "If you say so...  Look, I need to get going or I'll be late for class."

   "Me too...

   "Hey, wait a minute!  What I wanted to ask you is this...  Would you
like to go to a party with me Saturday?"

   "Saturday?  That's tomorrow!  What happened?  Princess Whatever dump
you?"

   "Truthfully...  no.  Actually I dumped her."

   "Whatever!" Mindy replied with contempt.

   "Well, you wanna go or not?  It's going to be at Ken Smith's house.  I
promise...  you'll have a lot of fun."

   "I'll have to ask my mom.  Call me tonight."

   "Sure, Mindy.  What's your number?"

   *****

   Mindy had a hard time concentrating in class.  For one thing it was
fifth period and she was tired and feeling groggy.  It also didn't help
that the subject was algebra.  If it weren't for the fact that her bra was
too tight and had been cutting into her all damned day, she might have very
well fallen asleep.  But there was something else keeping her awake and
keeping her distracted.  Her mind kept coming back to Mark.  He was
President of the Student Council and Captain of the football team, but more
importantly, he was a dreamy hunk.  He was cute when they were younger, but
now...

   'Did he really ask me for a date?' she thought with a grin.  She looked
about the room and wondered what the other girls would say if they knew.

   She'd seen him during lunch arguing with his girlfriend.  To Mindy it
looked like Jenny had dumped Mark and not the other way around.  The bottom
line was that no matter who dumped whom, they had broken up.  Mark needed a
date fast and that's why he asked her.  Her grin turned into a frown.  'I
really ought to just tell him to forget it,' she thought.  'He's only
asking me out of desperation.'

   Still, he was cute...  hunky in fact and arguably THE most popular boy
in school.  She'd always liked him and they always got along great.  They
had been best friends!  Sure he was three years older than she was, but
they had been the best of friends.  But that was a few years ago, when they
were both younger.  But this was now and for the past few weeks he'd given
her the cold treatment, as if she didn't exist.

   'I ought to just tell him no!' she told herself for the upteenth time
that afternoon.

   They'd lived next door to each other ever since she could remember and
they played together nearly every day.  There weren't any other kids near
their age on their block and their parents wouldn't let them roam the
neighborhood, so they took company in each other.  She smiled to herself
thinking of all the hours they spent playing with Star War figurines, or
playing some other boy game and all the hours he played dolls with her. 
But then there was their favorite game...  playing doctor.

   Her mom and dad were never home before six.  His mom was usually home
when they got out of school and they'd play together at his house.  But one
day a week, his mom didn't get home until five.  That gave them an hour or
so for unsupervised play.  It was on those days when they would play naked
together at her house.  It made her pussy tingle to remember those games;
she the third grader, spreading her legs open, having her pussy played with
and even being finger fucked by the cute fifth grade boy.  Or taking his
temperature rectally with her finger or just playing with his dick.  It was
all "show-me-yours-and I'll show-you-mine" and touchie-feelie and not much
more.  But they played those games every chance they had and without
hesitation on his or her part.

   They played their "special" games at her house, just to be sure that his
mom didn't unexpectedly come home early.  Mark, being older, was always the
boss.  He'd order her to take her clothes off and she did.  Then she
undressed him.

   It all ended when Mark's parents bought a larger, nicer home in another
subdivision and he changed schools.  After that, she was mostly alone until
she became good buddies with Kimberly.  Then she and Kimberly were
inseparable until she moved away last summer.  Now in ninth grade and just
starting high school, Mindy didn't have that many close friends.

   Once she was home from school, the first thing she did was shed the too
tight bra.  It was one of her newest bras too and up until last week it was
the most comfortable.  Now it was too small.  She looked at herself in her
floor length mirror and studied her tits in particular.  Yes, they seemed
to be a little larger, and that pleased her.  Up until the beginning of
last summer she had nothing but low mounds.  That quickly changed over the
summer and now she had real tits, tits she could be proud of.  They weren't
spectacular or anything, but she had nothing to be ashamed of either.  They
had a nice shape, were firm and had large puffy nipples that were very
prominent when she stimulated them.

   Pleased with her naked image, she changed into some comfortable clothes
to wear on her baby sitting job tonight.  She chose a short white halter
top and a pink pair of soft gym shorts, the tight ones from last year that
showed off her ass so well.  For footwear, she chose her rhinestone studded
flip-flops that let her show off her toe rings.  It felt great to be out of
her school clothes and in to something much more comfortable.  Now, if her
mom just didn't object...

   That evening, after her mom came home from work, Mindy got an earful
about not wearing a bra.  She told her mom about her too tight bras and her
mother agreed to take her shopping the next day.  Still her mom insisted
that she wear a bra, but Mindy explained that no one would see her other
than the little boy she was watching and the all the bras she had really
were uncomfortable.

   Then quickly changing the subject, she told her mom about Mark's
invitation.

   "I thought you didn't get along with Mark anymore," her mother inquired.

   "That's what I thought too," Mindy replied.  "Then he came up and asked
me out."

   "Do you want to go, or do you want an excuse not to go?" her mother
asked fully prepared to run interference for her daughter.

   "I don't know...  Yeah, I really would like to go."

   "Whose house will it be at?"

   "Ken Smith."

   "Who is he?"

   "He's on the football team with Mark.  They're good friends."

   "Will Ken's parents be home?"

   "I guess."

   "Well, if they're not, you can't go."

   "Okay, I'll ask."

   "Better yet, get me Ken's parents' names and their phone number.  I'll
ask," the wary mother said.  No sooner had the mother spoken when the phone
rang.  Mindy picked up.

   "Mindy, it's me!" the male voice on the line.

   "Me?  Me, who?"

   "Mark!"

   "Oh, that me..."

   "Can you come tomorrow night?"

   "Mom wants to talk to Ken's parents and make sure they're gonna be
home."

   "His dad will be there.  He always is, but," Mark lowered his voice and
chucked, "we never, ever see him."

   "You have Ken's number?"

   "Yeah.  You have a pencil?" Mark gave her the information her mother
needed.

   "Listen.  A bunch of us are going skating tonight.  You wanna come,
Mindy?"

   "I can't.  I have a baby sitting job tonight."

   "Bummer.  Well, my car is in the shop and my folks won't let me use one
of their cars seeing that I kind of messed up Dad's car a few weeks ago. 
So either my mom or my dad will drive us over to Ken's tomorrow night. 
It's not exactly ideal, but...  I'll see you at seven."

   "Okay." She was about to thank him for the invite tonight, but Mark had
already hung up.  It was just as well, because she needed to get over to
the Jackson house for her babysitting job.  Five minutes later, her mother
was dropping her off, still complaining about Mindy not being decently
dressed, but understanding her daughter's problem.

   *****

   Mrs.  Jackson answered the door and let her in.  The young mother was
dressed for a night out and Mindy thought she looked fabulous in the low
cut slinky little black dress.  Mindy silently wished that someday she'd
look like Mrs.  Jackson, but had already given up on that.  The fifteen
year old was still developing, but the chances of her B-cup boobies getting
much larger seemed to her to be slim, and the chances of them developing
into a head-turning pair of huge hooters like Mrs.  Jackson sported, was
nil unless she had implants.  But it wasn't just the older woman's
prominent bust line that made her so attractive; she also had long shapely
legs, a curvy butt and wasp-like waist.  Not only that, she had a
photogenic face to go along with her sexy body.  The blonde woman oozed sex
appeal and Mindy wanted to be just like her...  someday.

   Mindy was barely in the house when Mr.  Jackson, a hulking handsome man,
brought his wife her wrap and was ready to go.  The lady pointed to the
little boy standing in the doorway to the kitchen.

   "Mindy, this is Timmy.  I got home late today.  Be a dear and give Timmy
a bath after you give him his supper and before bed," said the stunning
lady as she let her husband place the wrap on her milky shoulders.  "We'll
be home, kind of late.  Maybe around two.  I hope that won't be a problem."

   "Oh, no.  I'll call my mom and let her know," answered the girl.

   "Great.  Here's John's cell phone number in case you need us."

   A moment later, Mindy was alone in the house with her five-year-old
charge.  She hadn't sat for the Jacksons before, so she didn't know what to
expect from young Timmy.  Would he be compliant or would he be a pain in
the ass?  She walked up to him, and knelt down to be eye level with him.

   "Timmy, I'm Mindy."

   "I'm hungry," he replied emphatically.

   "Okay," she replied with an amused smile.  "Let's take care of that
first."

   Mindy was happy to see that instructions on Timmy's dinner had been left
for her.  She immediately found the prepared plate of food and stuck it in
the microwave for the proscribed time.  By the time the food was heated,
Timmy was sitting at the table on his booster chair and patiently waiting.

   "Thank you," he said when served.  Then he set about eating, not
complaining about not liking this or not liking that, eating his
vegetables, as well as his finely chopped meat.  Mindy watched as he
silently ate.  He was fairly neat too, not perfect, but for the most part
the food stayed on his plate, on his fork or in his mouth, and very little
found its way to the table top, his face, his lap or to the floor.

   When he had finished, he politely asked, "May I be excused?"

   Mindy was stunned.  Most of the kids she babysat were little more than
animals, rude and difficult at first, testing the limits.  Timmy was
perfectly mannered.  She excused him and cleaned up the minimal mess he'd
left behind and then called her mom to tell her about the late time she was
expecting the Jacksons to come home.  With the table cleared and the dishes
put away, Mindy ventured back into the living room.  Timmy had some toys
out and was more or less quietly playing with them.  She sat on the sofa
and watched the child for a few minutes before turning her attention to a
magazine.

   A half hour later, she put the magazine down and announced that it was
time to give him a bath.  Timmy made no complaint.  He picked up his toys,
returning them to his room before presenting himself in the bath.

   Mindy drew the water and waited.  Timmy just stood there waiting too. 
Then he put his hands up in the air.  Mindy realized that she was to
undress him and pulled his t-shirt over his head.  Next she pulled down his
pants and Spiderman underwear.  When his little dick sprang into view, he
was erect.  Mindy's immediate thought was of the times, years ago, when
Mark would have her undress him.  Standing now before her, the naked young
boy showed no more shame nor embarrassment than Mark did.

   Since Mark's family had moved from next door, Mindy really hadn't
thought much about the naughty games they had so often played.  But today,
after talking with Mark for first time in years, it seemed that playing
doctor with him was all she could think of.  God, did he really tell one or
two of his friends about all that?

   As she recalled those afternoon play sessions at her house, she watched
the young boy playing naked in the bath.  If she didn't know better, she
might have thought that the kid was deliberately exhibiting himself.  Or
was it just her fascination with his little penis?  Whatever it was, she
was feeling peculiar with an indefinable yearning for...  for what?  'He's
just a little boy,' she chided herself.

   When the water became cold, he was ready to get out.  She dried him off
and he took off naked, leaving his bed clothes with her.  Mindy smiled at
his antics, and after straightening up the bath, went to search him out. 
She found him, plopped in front of the TV watching a Disney show in his
birthday suit.

   "Timmy, you need to get dressed," she said holding out is pajamas.

   "Can I watch this show first?"

   His bare little buns looked so cute shimmering in the glow from the TV.
Mindy pondered her options.  "I think you should get dressed first."

   To her surprise, he totally ignored her.  'You little shit,' she
thought. She considered pressing the issue, but then thought better of it;
after all he said he wanted to watch his show first.  Mindy placed his
pajamas next to him and then sat in the big recliner.  A moment later,
Timmy crawled up in her lap naked and snuggled in.

   Mindy was really surprised at this, but what could she do?  He wasn't
misbehaving; he was just nude and apparently absorbed in his show.  Mindy
let him be and was soon comfortable having him in her lap.  She had gotten
into the show too and was unaware that she was stroking him, not sexually,
but lovingly.  When she realized that she was petting the boy, she stopped.
Timmy looked up at her and smiled and then turned back to his show. 
Apparently he was comfortable with her hand lightly stroking his soft
unblemished skin and soon she was petting him again.

   They were so comfortable together that when the show ended and another
one began, she didn't immediately get him dressed and send him off to bed.
Mindy was enjoying the show, but it didn't hold Timmy's interest like the
one before.  Suddenly the little boy rolled over in her lap and to Mindy's
surprise he lifted her halter top and exposed her braless breasts. 
Surprise was replaced by shock and total disbelief when the boy's mouth
attached to her light brown nipple and he began suckling her.

   Mindy froze, not knowing what to do about this unanticipated turn of
events.  Even as she struggled to cope with the situation another thing
happened...  a wave of pleasure flowed from her tit and permeated every
corner of her body.  Her pussy was particularly affected and was sent into
a state of growing arousal.  The longer she sat struggling to come up with
a response, the more her body told her that "this is good...  very good."
She did try to push him away, but the boy was persistent and in the battle
of wills, her will evaporated.

   Had she been able to detach herself and look down on the scene, she
would have thought just how sweet the boy was attempting to nurse from her.
Then she would have been embarrassed to see that her free hand had found
its way down her shorts and between her legs.  But that embarrassment
though would have been trivial to her mortified reaction of seeing herself
with her shorts pulled down and in the throes of an intense orgasm as the
little boy sucked her tit while she furiously masturbated!

   When she coasted down from her sublime high, Mindy was shocked to find
that she was practically naked with her shorts down below her knees and her
top pulled up while the naked boy continued his efforts to snack on her
mammeries, trying one dry teat and then the other, seeking the sweet milk
that he knew was there...  or at least it was there when he suckled his
mommy.  Even though she was dry, the puffy nipple between his lips provided
the young boy with a soothing comfort that lulled him asleep.

   As the boy's suckling motions ebbed, Mindy's passion ebbed too.  She
looked up at the clock on the fireplace mantle.  A half hour had passed
since the second show had begun.  A half hour?  Paradoxically it seemed to
have been much longer, while at the same time a much shorter amount of
time. Now that the boy had ceased sucking, she noticed how raw her nipples
felt as she was definitely not used to such oral activity.

   With the boy fast asleep in her arms, Mindy finally began to stir,
gently lifting him and carrying him to his bed, discarding her shorts along
the way as she walked.  She gently put Timmy in his bed and then went to
retrieve first her shorts, and then his pajamas.  Gently as she could, so
as not to wake him, she slipped his pajama bottoms on then slipped on his
top.  She covered him with a blanket and crept silently from his room.

   It wasn't until she returned to the recliner and was staring down at the
big wet spot on the recliner seat that the full magnitude of what had
happened struck her.

   "Oh, my God!" she gasped.  "Oh, my God!  Oh, my God!  You are such a
freaking pervert, Mindy Lou!  How could you have allowed that to happen? 
Why didn't you stop it?"

   As many times as she asked herself those questions over the next few
hours, she couldn't come up with an answer.  There was simply no explaining
it.  It just happened!

   As for the wet spot, a hair drier took care of that.  With that problem
solved, she checked in on her charge, only to find his pajamas discarded on
the floor while he slept soundly.  She thought to dress him again, but
decided that would just be a losing battle.

   She lay down on the sofa and began to think of what happened and how she
could have prevented it.  Or at least that was her intentions.  Suddenly
the noise of loudly talking people startled her awake.  It was two thirty
and the Jacksons were home.  Immediately she jumped up off the sofa in time
to see Mr.  and Mrs.  Jackson enter the room.

   Mrs.  Jackson, obviously drunk, was wobbly and being supported by her
husband.  She kept mumbling, "They hurt!  They hurt!  You gotta do
something, John!  Please, they hurt!"

   Mr.  Jackson was not exactly sober, but he apparently wasn't nearly as
drunk as his wife.  "Give me a hand, will you?" he slurred as he passed
Mindy.

   Mindy followed the drunken couple to their bedroom where Mr.  Jackson
deposited Mrs.  Jackson on the king sized bed; the woman still pleading
that he do something to help her.

   "Get her shoes off," he told Mindy while he set about stripping off her
dress.  To Mindy's surprise, the dress was the only thing she was wearing.

   With his shapely wife nude and sprawled out like a whore on the bed, he
turned once again to his young baby sitter.  "I'll take you home in a few
minutes, cupcake," he slurred, "but I need to help her first." Then turning
away, and as if Mindy wasn't there, he bent forward and began sucking and
emptying his wife's full milk bags.

   Mrs.  Jackson cooed and praised her husband for doing such a good and
quick job of relieving the excessive hydraulic pressure of her overfilled
milk sacs.  Meanwhile, as her husband sucked one tit, she squeezed the
other, sending a stream of milk arching into air and landing wherever it
reached.  Mindy was awestruck by the spectacle and stood watching as Mr. 
Jackson milked Mrs.  Jackson.

   As she watched, she realized the answer to at least one of the questions
she had been struggling with.  Even at five years old, Timmy still nursed
from his mother's breasts.  That explained the boy's behavior; however, it
did nothing to explain her own behavior.

   Mrs.  Jackson mewled contentedly as the pressure was released from her
breasts and soon stopped squeezing her tits as her husband greedily and
efficiently gobbled up her supply of mother's milk.  Soon the mewling
became softer and then was replaced by a distinctive snoring sound. 
Releasing her tit from his mouth, he sat up and briefly gazed down out his
wife.

   Mindy heard him say, "Everybody and his god damned brother fucked you
tonight, I might as well fuck you too."

   He abruptly stood, and from the back Mindy could see that he was
fumbling around.  To her surprise, his pants went down to his knees.  When
he sat on the bed and began to remove his trousers, he realized that they
weren't alone.

   John Jackson stared at the girl standing just a few feet away.  "Oh...
yeah...  I need to take you home, don't I?" he mumbled.  He stood, began to
pull his pants back up, but stopped, leaving them down around his ankles,
his erection tenting his boxer shorts.

   "I'm sorry, I should have asked you to give us some privacy," he said.
Then he sniggered, "I guess you got quite a show.  Too bad you're gonna
miss the encore...  Hey, maybe not!  You ever watch other people fuck?" he
slurred.

   "I, I need to get home," stammered Mindy.  "It's really late and..."

   "You can watch if you want," the man said with a drunken grin.

   "I really need to get home, Mr.  Jackson," the scandalized young teen
croaked.

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  Well, we told you we might be late."

   "I know.  It's not a problem, but I do need to get home," she nervously
replied as she noticed that he was staring at her tits.

   "You've got big nipples," he said to her shock.  "You don't wear a bra?"

   "I've got to buy a new one tomorrow."

   "Don't bother on my account," the man said with a grin, "I like the
display."

   Mindy, well aware that her nips were rock hard, blushed at the comment
and self-consciously raised her hands to cover herself.

   "Put your hands down, cupcake.  If you didn't want me looking, you would
have worn a bra...  That's better.  Shit, for young girl you've got some
fat nipples."

   Suddenly John realized that he was way out of bounds and had better get
his pants back on and quick.  Zipping up, he quickly changed the subject by
asking, "Was Timmy a good boy for you tonight?"

   Mindy was relieved that conversation had moved away from sex and her
nipples showing through the thin fabric of her halter top.  "He was very
sweet and very good," she stammered.  "The only problem was that he
wouldn't keep his pajamas on after his bath."

   "Takes after his old man," the boy's father quipped.  Then he realized
that he might have a problem and that he needed to fix it now.

   "Listen, can I trust you?"

   "Yes," Mindy replied automatically.

   "No, I mean, can I trust that you will keep...  uh, how should I put
this?  You are in our home, and as such you may see some things that are,
uh, private.  Can I trust that what you see here will remain confidential?
We need a babysitter, a good babysitter in the worst way, but we can't have
you talking about our private lives.  Can I put my confidence in you?"

   "Uh, yes, sir."

   "You understand that what you might see in this house, like what you
just saw, is to be kept to yourself?  Dora still nurses Timmy and sometimes
she needs a little help.  That it is our private business.  Please, can I
count on you keeping it to yourself, as it is no one else's business?"

   "Uh, yes, sir."

   "Great!  We're counting on it." He reached into his wallet and pulled
out three twenty dollar bills and handed it to her.

   "That's too much," she protested trying to return it.

   "Keep it.  You're worth it...  or at least I trust that you're worth it.


   "One other thing, I've had a little too much to drink tonight.  I
sincerely apologize if you've been offended in any manner."

   "No," she replied looking at far more money than she had ever made
before babysitting, "I'm not offended."

   "Good.  Then you don't mind if I tell you that I think you're cute?"

   Mindy blushed at the flirty comment coming from a man twice her age, a
man who just a few moments before was prepared to sexually ravish his wife
while she watched.  "I don't mind," she whispered.

   "Good, because you are a cutie.  Love the toe rings...  very sexy, but
not as sexy as that top.

   "Now, let's get you home, cupcake."

   "Are you okay to drive?" she asked cautiously.

   "I got home, didn't I?  All I have to do is close one eye and everything
will come in focus," he laughed.  "Now, c'mon before I do something I'll
regret."

   It was only a few blocks to Mindy's house and John seemed to manage just
fine.  Stopping in front of his sitter's house, John parked and turned to
Mindy just as she was opening the door.  "Hey, wait a minute!  Can you sit
for us Sunday afternoon?"

   "Uh, I guess.  What time?"

   "Say from one to six."

   "Sure, I think it will be all right."

   "Good!  See you Sunday, Mindy-girl.  Oh, and be sure and leave the bra
home again."

   "Uh, er, good night, Mr.  Jackson."

   Once she was out of the car, Mindy felt a relieved.  The entire night
had been unusual, to say the least, and Mr.  Jackson...  the way the
forward older man was coming on to her had really made her nervous.

   'God, I really need to wear a bra next time,' she thought to herself as
she unlocked the front door, 'but then again...'



   Chapter 2 Mindy's First High School Party

   In a dimly lit party room, Mindy resists Mark's advances, but his
persistance pays off...

   Early Saturday afternoon, as promised, Mindy's mother took her to the
local mall to shop for new bras.  Mindy wanted something frilly and fancy,
but her mother insisted on something simple and plain.  About the only
concession her mother made was in the clasp style.  Mindy wanted a front
clasp, as she found the traditional back clasps to be difficult.

   "That's fine, dear," her mother agreed, "but you need to get used to
back clasps, otherwise you will be severely restricted on styles when
you're ready for something very feminine."

   Her mother only allowed her to purchase two bras, explaining that she
could rinse out a bra every night, hang it to dry and wear the other one
the next day.  "Besides, I've noticed that you are having a growth spurt
and like the last ones we bought, you just might outgrow these very
quickly, so no sense in wasting money."

   The two bra concept made sense to Mindy, as she could only wear one at a
time; besides, the two bras were identical and both were as plain as plain
can get.  Upon returning home, she rushed to her room and tried one on. 
Happily it was comfortable, unlike her old bras that were painful after
just a few minutes.

   The night before, her mother had talked to Ken's dad and was satisfied
that everything would be properly supervised at the party.  To Mindy's
delight, her mother allowed her wear some makeup, a little eyeliner,
lipstick and just a touch of rouge.  Mindy was amazed at how much a little
makeup improved her appearance.  She fretted over her mother's choice of
clothes for her; a simple while blouse, a plaid skirt and black ballerina
shoes.  She felt that she wasn't going to wow anyone with a fashion
statement, that was for sure.

   That evening she was all butterflies as she waited for Mark to pick her
up and take her to Ken's party.  It wasn't that she was nervous about being
with Mark, it was the fact that all the other kids would be older than she
was and she really didn't know any of them.

   She was comfortable having Mark's mother drive them to a party, as she
hadn't started dating and she wasn't old enough to drive yet, so it seemed
perfectly normal to her.  For Mark though, the eighteen year old senior was
embarrassed to be driven to a party by his mother.  He just hoped that no
one would see them, as he would no doubt be the object of endless stinging
ridicule from his buddies.

   Once at Ken's, Mark told her to take her shoes off, explaining that
Ken's dad didn't want dirt tracked all through his house.  Leaving their
shoes in the foyer, Mark led her downstairs.  The party room was large and
the lights were turned down low; a mirror ball cast dancing dots of lights
on the floor, ceiling and walls.  Black lights made her white blouse glow
purplish blue and a strobe light on the far side of the room made the
people look as if they moving with jerky motions.

   There were already a dozen or so guests there and they all knew each
other.  Her fears of being out of place were reinforced when one girl
snidely remarked to Mark that he was robbing the cradle.

   "Aw, don't pay her any mind," remarked Mark.  "She's Jenny's best friend
and a total bitch."

   That didn't make her feel all that much better, but when he said, "You
look terrific, Mindy," she felt more at ease.

   Soon the basement rec-room was filled with kids, dancing, talking and
generally having a good time.  For the most part it was all guys who played
on either the football team, swim team or baseball team and the girls were
mostly all the "popular" girls.  There were also several much older boys
and girls, kids she reasoned had graduated from high school.  To Mindy, it
was a gathering of the in-crowd, the coolest of the cool from Herbert
Hoover High.  Mark's former girlfriend, Jenny was there too, and it
surprised her to see how friendly they were to each other without a trace
of animosity between them.  Mindy was soon having a good time, as Mark was
paying attention to her, chatting away amicably with her, as if there had
never been a hiatus in their friendship, but mostly they danced.

   Mindy needed a break and needed something to slake her thirst.  Mark
gallantly brought her a glass of punch from the punch bowl.  By the time
she had finished her glass, she felt a little funny.  "Hey, what's in this
stuff?" she asked looking down into the now empty glass.

   "I dunno.  Punch.  Fruit juice.  You like it?"

   "Yeah, it's good, but..."

   "Want some more?" Mark offered.

   "Let's dance some more first." Mindy replied.

   They danced nonstop for another thirty minutes and then took another
break.  Mark led her over to a sofa tucked away in a corner of the room. 
As Mindy finished off the second glass of the vodka-spiked punch he hugged
her and it made her feel safe and secure.  Soon he was kissing her and she
was kissing him back, their tongues darting in and out of the other's mouth
and dueling the ancient duel.  As good as those kisses were, she felt her
heat rising rapidly when he kissed up the side of her neck and nibbled on
her ear.

   The face sucking quickly escalated as Mark's hands began to roam.  She
vainly tried to keep his hands off her breasts, but it felt so good and he
was so persistent that she quickly gave up.  Mark wasted no time in getting
his hands under her blouse to caress her bra encased boobs.  She didn't
mind that, but when she suddenly realized that he had almost completely
unbuttoned her blouse, she felt that everyone was watching them.  In fact,
there was such a lack of privacy that everyone in the room could have
watched them if they cared.

   "No, Mark!" she protested as she pulled her blouse closed and began
buttoning up.  "Everyone can see us."

   "Who cares?" he replied as he attacked her buttons once again.

   "I care!  That's who!  Now stop!"

   "Okay, okay.  I just thought that you might like to, you know, fool
around."

   "Not here!"

   "Is that the problem?" Mark didn't wait for an answer and instead pulled
her off the sofa.  "C'mon with me!"

   "Where are we going?"

   Mark didn't answer her, but led her to a nearby door.  He rapped on the
door and a moment later it opened up.  Mark pulled Mindy inside a very dark
room with him.  At first the room was so dark that she couldn't see
anything.  The door shut and it was pitch black.  A moment later, a red
light came on.  What Mindy saw in the errie red glow made her gasp, "Oh, my
gawd!"

   The large room was lined to the walls with what appeared to be twin-bed
mattresses and upon the mattresses were a mix of boys and girls in various
states of undress.  Most were just necking, but some...

   Mark led her over to a vacant spot on one of the mattresses and pulled
her down with him.  She looked around the room and saw that several of the
girls were more than half undressed.  The big guy watching the door...  he
was totally naked!

   As soon as she was down, Mark was busy again with her buttons.  The
entire sex-charged scene was so unexpected and so exciting that she hardly
noticed being undressed.  Right next to them was a couple passionately
engaged in advanced foreplay.  The boy had his hand up the girl's skirt. 
If that wasn't bad enough, she noticed that the girl's panties were down
around her knees.

   "Gawd," she whispered as Mark put a hickie on her neck.  A moment later
she realized that her blouse was unbuttoned and that Mark was searching
around her back for the bra clasp.

   "Having a problem?" she asked in a whisper.

   "Yeah.  Where's the damned clasp?"

   "In the front, silly."

   "Oh!  Hey, I like that," Mark said as he went for the front hooks.

   "No, Mark, don't!" she protested, but it was too late.  Immediately he
pulled the two halves apart barring her tits.  Mindy grabbed the sides of
her open blouse and attempted to cover herself., trapping his hands on her
bare bosoms.

   "I want to see you naked."

   "You've seen me naked," she countered.

   "That was years ago, I want to see you now.  Now open your blouse and
show me your tits...  Do it, Mindy."

   It was like old times when he would demand that she do the most naughty
things and like old times, she spread open her blouse as Mark commanded. 
"Nice tits, Mindy Louise.  Very nice.  Damn girl, you've got a helluva set
of nipples, don't you?"

   Mindy gasped as Mark's lips surrounded her stiff nip and his tongue
swirled around it.  Just like the night before with little Timmy, she felt
a wave of pleasure surge throughout her young body that set her pussy to
tingling.  But this was far, far different from last night.  Timmy simply
attempted to nurse.  Mark devoured her.

   The girl held his head to her breast as she savored the delicious
feelings coming from her fat nipples that sent her passion soaring.  This
was the best feeling ever and she let Mark do as he wished with her tits.
He slobbered and sucked and licked and nibbled her tit flesh; each passing
minute the tingling in her pussy increased until she shuddered in orgasmic
delight.  It wasn't a big orgasm, but she had never before experienced an
orgasm just from playing with her own nipples.  It always felt good, but
not like this.

   As she gathered her wits, she looked over at the couple next to her. 
The girl's dress was now bunched up over her hips and her panties were long
gone.  The guy was on top of her, his pants down and his bare ass was
humping.  "Gawd, they're actually doing it!" she muttered in astonishment.
"Right here in front of everybody!"

   Mark released her tormented teat and looked over at his friends openly
fucking right next to them.  "Fuck her, Mike!  Fuck that pussy!" he shouted
with glee.

   Turning back to his date, Mark kissed her neck and whispered, "That's
way hot!  Shit, makes me wanna do you."

   Mindy quickly turned back to Mark with an emphatic, "NO!"

   "Aw, c'mon, Mindy.  I know you'll like it."

   "We're not going steady!  We're not even boyfriend and girlfriend," she
stated.

   "Is that what it takes, going steady?"

   "No, I didn't mean that, it's just that...  we're just friends."

   "We're special friends," he countered.  "Remember?"

   "Well, we're not special friends now."

   "Okay...  I won't fuck you, Mindy...  not tonight.  So, how about a
blowjob?"

   "You can't be serious!  You think I'd put your nasty dick in my mouth?"

   "Yeah, as a matter of fact I do!  And it's not nasty.  I cleaned under
the foreskin real good."

   "Ewwww!"

   "You've never given a guy a blowjob?" he asked incredulously.  "The girl
next door who'd get naked at a drop of a hat?  I'd have thought you'd been
giving head for years by now."

   "Well, I haven't!" she huffed.

   "Tonight's a good time to start," Mark chided as he received the
petulant blow to his shoulder as he expected.  This was more like the old
Mindy Lou he knew so well.  Feisty, but ultimately willing.

   "Hey, remember the naked wrestling matches we used to have?"

   "You always won."

   "What did I win?"

   "You could...  Oh, gawd.  You never told anybody about that, did you?"

   "About fingering your pussy?"

   "I swear to God, Mark...  If you ever tell anyone..."

   Mark turned to his buddy who was finished for the moment.  "Hey, Mike.
This is Mindy Lou."

   "The Mindy Lou?"

   "Yeah, that Mindy Lou."

   "No shit!"

   Mark turned back to Mindy.  "Now, just why would you ever think that I
told anybody about what we did as kids."

   "Mark..."

   "Hey, I don't mean to embarrass you, but what's done is done.  Besides
that was long time ago.  This is now and besides, there's not a virgin in
this room."

   "I'm a virgin!"

   "No, shit?"

   "Yes, I am!  And I plan to keep it that way."

   "There's always a first time."

   "Not tonight and not with you!" She stood up to leave, but Mark dragged
her back down.

   "Where are you going?"

   "Out of this room!"

   "Okay, okay.  I won't do anything you don't want me to."

   "I want you to take me out of here."

   "Hey, we just got here!  Calm down, will you?  You'd think you never
fooled around before.  Who do you think you're kidding?  Look, I promise I
won't make you do anything we haven't done before...

   "Hey, look over there..."

   Mindy looked and saw Ken sitting on a mattress across the room, buck
naked.  An equally naked girl was kneeling between his spread knees. 
"Gawd, I can't believe...  they're both naked!"

   "And she's got his dick in her mouth," Mark explained, not that
explanations were necessary.

   "Aren't they afraid his dad will come down and catch them?"

   "He never comes down here," snorted Mark.

   "Where's his mom?"

   "They've been divorced for years.  As soon as Ken was old enough to make
his own decisions, he moved in with his dad.

   "Let me let you in on an open secret," Mark continued, "every girl in
this room, every girl except maybe you, will give a blowjob or get fucked
tonight.  Most will do both.  Word to the wise, if you're gonna run with
the big dogs, you need to relax and enjoy yourself."

   "I think I'd better go home."

   "You're not going anywhere until you get my rocks off.  Here, tell you
what..." Mark quickly unbuckled and unzipped.  Lifting his ass up, he slid
his pants down off his hips.  "Give me a hand job."

   "Here?"

   "Of course here!" He took her hand and placed it on his semi-erect dick.
"You've played with this dick many times.  Now's a good time for you to get
reacquainted with it.  Just move your hand up and down...

   "That's it, Mindy.  Stroke it, baby, stroke it."

   As Mindy slid her fingers up and down the thick fleshy shaft, stripping
back the foreskin to reveal the fat bulbous head, she couldn't help but
marvel at how large Mark had gotten.  It was if he was a completely
different person back then.  Certainly his dick was different.  It wasn't
intimidating back then, but now...

   Unbuttoning his shirt, Mark cooed, "That feels great, baby," as he bared
his muscular chest.  Stripped from the knees up, he lay back to savor the
pleasure his cock was receiving.

   Mindy did her best to give him pleasure.  She remembered certain things,
like rolling her fingers just under his cock crown and sent him squirming.
While she jacked him, she studied his chiseled physique, his well defined
pecs and bulging biceps as well as his wash-board stomach.  He was as fine
a specimen of youthful manhood as could be found.  He was a hunk and she
knew it.  Not only was he a hunk, he was her hunk, or at least he could be.

   Her spine stiffened when she felt her blouse being slid off her
shoulders.  Glancing back she saw that it was Mike.  Not knowing what to
do, she allowed herself to be stripped from the waist up.  She did glance
to see what reaction his girlfriend might be having, but she was gone. 
Only her clothes remained behind.  Then she felt him laying open mouth
kisses on her back, along her shoulders.  Mike kissed upward to her neck
and nibbled at her ears, sending a flesh flush of desire down to her
burning cunt.

   "Will you do that for me, Honey?" Mike whispered as she jacked Mark's
cock.  She didn't answer, but a moment later his hands slid round to caress
her naked tits, rolling her nipples between his fingers and sending another
jolt of sexual energy to her groin.

   Suddenly a naked girl was standing before her, holding out a fresh cup
of punch to her.  It was Mike's girl and she apparently didn't have a
problem with her boyfriend feeling up another girl.  Mindy gratefully
accepted the drink and gulped it down.  A moment later her head was reeling
and the hands left her breasts.  Mindy glanced back over her shoulder. 
Mike was sitting back against the wall and his girlfriend was straddling
him, rocking slowly up and down.  The girl turned and saw Mindy watching.
She smiled and winked at Mindy, then made a display of feeding her tit to
her boyfriend while they fucked.

   Her attention was distracted from the fornicating teens by the painful
twisting and tugging on her nipple.  As soon as she turned back around to
Mark, he let her nipple go.  "I'm close, baby, close," he whispered just
before a stout gout of thick semen shot out of his dick, arched through the
air and splattered upon his muscular chest.  Mindy felt Mark's cock pulse
again and again in rapid succession, the cock hole gaping open with each
pulse and ejecting another wad of creamy fuck juice until his seed was
merely running from his fat glans.

   Mindy was both surprised and awed.  She'd never seen a guy cum before
and Mark performed spectacularly for the oddly naïve young teen girl. 
Then to her amazement, his hard shaft withered away in her hand,
transitioning from hot sex spike to a mere fraction of its former hefty
size and displaying none of its former rigidity.

   For a moment she contemplated the soft, wet male organ still in her
hand. Grinning, she looked up and saw Mark grinning back at her.  He then
scooped a handful of cum from his chest and slathered it all over her tits.
What he was doing was so nasty, yet she felt a strange thrill from it. 
Then with her tits coated in a film of spermy goodness, he painted her lips
with his semen wet fingers.  The smell was what she noticed the most.  His
hand smelled sort of like bleach.  Then she licked some of slippery
moisture from her lips, tasting a man's milk for the first time.  It didn't
taste bad or gross or anything like that.  It was almost neutral, and again
she thought of bleach, lightly salted bleach.

   Mark pulled back and admired her glistening tits and watched as his
buddy approached her from behind.  Suddenly she felt the hands slide around
her sides to molest her boobs again.

   "Aw, fuck!" exclaimed Mike as he quickly removed his hands from her cum
coated tits.  Mark roared in laughter at his best friend's plight.  Next
thing Mindy knew she was flat on her back and Mark's hand was up under her
dress and on her panty covered pussy.

   "Please, Mark.  Don't," she whispered halfheartedly as her panties were
pushed aside.

   "I ain't gonna do you unless you want me to.  Now, we've done this a lot
in the past," he said as his finger found its way between the folds of her
sex.  "You're soaking wet, Mindy Lou."

   Mindy gasped as he penetrated her vagina with his finger.  She grabbed
his hand to stop him, but it was futile as he began finger fucking her, his
finger gliding easily in her well lubricated cunt tube.  On their own
volition her hips punched up to met his digital thrusts.  The straight
finger fucking soon transitioned to him pulling from her vagina and sliding
his finger around her clit before plunging back into her vaginal canal. 
The hand that had futilely tried to stop him, now fell to the wayside as a
huge orgasm built inside her cunt to the breaking point.  She was his for
the taking.

   Mark gleefully watched as his date flopped around under his assault.  He
was sorely tempted to mount her, but he had made a promise and he always
kept his promises.  Besides he thought, 'I'll fuck her next time.  Or later
tonight.  Of course if she begs me...'

   She didn't beg him, but she wouldn't have resisted if he tried.  When
she finally came down from her soaring sexual high, she found him laying
next to her, just watching.  He smiled and kissed her tenderly and she
kissed back passionately.  Mindy Louise belonged to Mark once again and
Mindy Louise was a very happy, but still a naïve girl.

   "Now how about that blowjob, baby," Mark asked with confidence.

   "You said you wouldn't make me do anything we haven't already done."

   "Okay, okay.  I did promise, but I shouldn't be held to it," he replied
miffed at being thwarted again.

   "You promised and I know you won't take advantage of me," she responded.
"I kind of do, but I really don't, Mark.  I don't want to get pregnant."

   "You won't get pregnant sucking my dick!"

   "Please, Mark, you promised."

   "Yeah, yeah, yeah.  So let me get this straight, you think putting my
dick in your mouth is nasty..."

   "I didn't say that, I..."

   "And you won't fuck like a normal girl because you don't want to get
pregnant.  Is that all?'

   "Yes, I think so."

   "Okay...  no pussy fucking and no cock sucking...  is that right?"

   "You don't have to be so crude."

   "I'm not being crude, I'm just being clear.  So, do I have it right?"

   "Yes," she whispered.

   "Okay, then everything else is fair game." He sat up, moved down,
bunched her skirt up around her waist and yanked the panties off.  She was
for all practical purposes now completely nude.

   "What are you doing?" she exclaimed in surprise.

   He didn't answer, but lowered his head between her legs.  When his
tongue licked up her vulnerable slit, Mindy knew she was in for something
special.  She closed her eyes and lost herself in the sensations coming
from her cunt.  She felt him reach under her thighs and pull her onto his
voracious mouth.  He kissed, nibbled, tongue fucked and sucked at her clit.
As Mark laved away at her cuntal region, she in turn pinched and twisted
her nipples.  Just as she was about to explode in another orgasm, she
opened her eyes and saw several boys standing about watching as she was
being eating out.  The fact that she was being watched while engaged in a
sex act didn't bother her.  Indeed, the raw sexuality made it all the
hotter for her.

   Mark shifted his position between her legs and brought the fingers of
one hand into play.  Mindy squealed in delight as his finger plunged in and
out of her swampy fuck hole while his mouth concentrated on her clit. 
Within moments, she exploded once again, the intense pleasure ripping the
very breath from her heaving lungs.

   The moment had hardly passed when Mindy vaguely realized that she was
now face down, but on her knees.  She felt a cold wet splash deep between
her ass checks and then felt Mark rubbing on her asshole.  Before she could
react, his finger had plunged deep into her ass.  They had played with each
other's assholes when younger, so as he sawed in and out of her anus she
accepted that this was fair territory for Mark.  It felt oddly familiar and
felt good to her.  Suddenly the finger withdrew and something much larger
was pressing against her.  It wasn't until Mark's cockhead breached her
anus that she realized what it was.  Her head flew up and she tried to
crawl away.  But just as she attempted to escape there were hands, several
hands gripping her wrists and holding her in place.

   A forlorn cry filled the room as Mark's thick organ slid deep into her
virgin bowels.  It wasn't painful, but it was uncomfortable.  Mark took it
slow.  Soon all discomfort evaporated and Mark gradually picked up the
pace, slamming into her backside while his friends cheered him on.  He had
a firm grip on her hips with both hands, but fingers were rubbing her clit
and hands were on her tits.  If Mindy had half her senses available, she
would have been mortified, but the booze and the sex robbed her of caring
about anything other than the stiff rod of man-meat sodomizing her while
orgasm after orgasm ripped from her cunt to every corner and nerve ending
her body.  She was so totally swept away in the carnal pleasure that she
was unaware of the thick semen shooting up into her bowls or Mark's grunts
as he came in her ass.  All she knew was that suddenly it was over and she
felt empty.

   "Man, look at her asshole," someone remarked as Mike held her ass cheeks
open, "you could drive a friggin' truck up that tunnel."

   At the time, the words didn't mean anything to her lust frosted brain.
It would only be later that she would recall the words, but she wouldn't be
sure if someone had really said that or did she dream it up.  Nor would she
ever know how close she was from being gang banged in the ass that night.
But Mark told his friends that he owned her ass and he wasn't ready to
share it with anyone.  If it had been a guy of lesser standing than Mark,
she would have been repeatedly taken.  After all, this was a fuck party.

   As it was she was sprawled naked on the mattress with her skirt still
bunched up around her waist, unaware of the occasional groping from a
passerby.  The next thing she knew, Mark was shaking her and urging her to
wake up.  "Wha?...  leave me alone," she whined.  Mark persisted and got
her upright.

   "My mom will be here to pick us up soon.  We need to get dressed."

   Mindy slowly found everything, but her panties, and with Mark's help she
dressed.  Soon they were on their way out.  At the foot of the stairwell,
Mark paused, took a swig of Listerine, swirled it around his mouth and spit
it out in a dish pan.  He handed the mouthwash to Mindy.  As she swirled
the stringent fluid in her mouth, Mark splashed her with a cheap cologne to
mask the smell of sex.  With the tell tale odors masked, they headed
upstairs and went out back where an oxygen tank was in use by another girl
trying to sober up quick.

   Inhaling the gas for a minute or so, Mindy was amazed how quickly her
mind cleared.  Another moment later, they went back through the house and
then waited on the front porch for Mark's mom or dad to pick them up.  They
only had a few minutes to wait, minutes spent in swapping spit and last
minute groping on the darkened porch while Mindy's ass throbbed from her
inaugural butt reaming.



   Chapter 3 Sunday Babysitting Job

   Mindy's Sunday afternoon babysitting job for the Jackson's doesn't go
the way she thought it would...

   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.



   Chapter 4 Lunch Meat

   After Wendy Miles observes her daughter pleasuring herself, Mindy's mom
decides that it might be prudent to put Mindy on birth control...

   Mindy was happy that she was able to get Timmy dressed before his
parents returned home.  When the Jackson's walked in around five thirty,
Mindy had Timmy in her lap again, this time reading a book to him.

   When she was about to leave for home with John Jackson, Timmy made a big
show of hugging his sitter and ending with an earnest, "I wuv you, Mindy!"

   "Well," said John Jackson once they were in his car, "I see Timmy really
likes you."

   "He's a real sweetie," she replied with a genuine smile.  'I just hope
he doesn't say the wrong thing,' she added to herself.

   "That's great!  We need a regular sitter for him in the worst way and I
hope you'll be it.  I don't know what it is, but we haven't been able to
find a regular babysitter for him.  Once, twice and then they're suddenly
not available anymore...  ever."

   'I'm not surprised,' Mindy mused to herself.

   "Sometimes we can borrow a sitter from a friend, but if we're getting
together for some adult time away from the kids, that doesn't work unless
we double up.

   "So, how about it, Mindy?  Can we count on you?"

   "I'd love to sit for him, Mr.  Jackson.  He's absolutely no trouble and
just as sweet as can be."

   "Great!  You're now officially in our employ!"

   Mindy smiled at the large man while he drove, but he didn't smile back,
keeping his attention on the road where it should be.  A few minutes later
he pulled in front of her house.

   "How much do I owe you?" he asked.

   "Umm, one to five thirty...  that's four and a half hours..."

   "We'll round that off to five hours," he interjected.

   "Okay, five times four dollars, that's twenty dollars."

   "That's a deal!" he exclaimed.  Digging into his wallet he extracted a
twenty and a ten dollar bill.

   "That's too much!" she protested handing the ten back to him.

   "Nonsense.  That's a tip."

   "For what?"

   "For doing like I asked you, Sweetie, and not wearing a bra," he replied
with a mischievous grin.  Mindy felt the heat in her face rise.

   "Next time, if the weather hasn't turned off cold or anything, how about
showing a little tummy too?"

   "Uh, uh, I..."

   In a low voice he added, "It would make me very happy.

   "Oh!  I almost forgot!  Wednesday!" he exclaimed.  "This Wednesday.  I
know it's a school night and all, but could you sit with Timmy, say from
six thirty to eleven?" Jackson asked.  "I'll pay you extra!"

   "I'll have to clear it with my mom," she replied.

   "You do that, Mindy.  I'll call and confirm later this evening."

   *****

   "How was your babysitting job?" Mindy's mother asked as she stirred a
pot on the stove.

   "Great!  Just great!  Timmy's no problem at all and his dad really pays
me well."

   "How well?"

   "Thirty dollars for five hours!"

   "Wow!  That's great, honey!  You need to keep the Jacksons."

   "Oh, I will!  Mr.  Jackson asked me if I'd be their regular sitter!"

   "That's terrific, Hon.  Now you'll have your own money to spend.

   "Oh, by the way," her mother continued.  "Mark called for you.  He
wanted to get together and hang out.  I told him you had a babysitting job.
I think he's really interested in you, honey, but..."

   That lingering "but..." Mindy knew she wouldn't like what would follow,
still her mother let it hang in the air.  Mindy tried not to act petulant
when she asked, "But what, Mama?"

   "He's a lot older than you, Mindy.  He's what?  Eighteen and you're only
fifteen."

   "Daddy's seven years older than you, Mama!" Mindy pointed out.

   "Well, that's different."

   "How?"

   "It's the differences in maturity," Wanda Miles replied to her daughter.
"Twenty nine and thirty six aren't that much different, not like eighteen
and fifteen."

   "You were younger than I am now when I was born," the irascible daughter
pointed out, "and Daddy was a lot older than Mark.  Besides, I've known
Mark all my life.  So have you.  We're friends.  That's all."

   "If you say so, dear...  Look, just be careful, that's all."

   "Sure, Mama.  Whatever!"

   "Now go wash your hands and set the table for me."

   Mindy ran upstairs, took off her jacket and stripped off her t-shirt to
put her bra on.  Pausing to check herself out in the mirror, she couldn't
help but notice that her nipples were redder than usual and were noticeably
swollen.  She smiled thinking of the cause of that condition and wondered
if Timmy's pecker was red and swollen from the hours of sucking too.

   Her reverie was broken when her mother called up, "Mindy Louise!"

   "Coming, Mama!" she replied as she took one last look at herself.  Then
she pulled her new bra from the bottom drawer where her mother wouldn't
accidently stumble upon it, put it on and pulled her t-shirt back on. 
After a quick stop in the bathroom, she dashed downstairs to help her
mother put dinner on the table.

   *****

   With supper over, Mindy had some homework to do and went upstairs to her
room to get it done.  She had just finished her reading assignment when her
mother popped into her room.

   "Mindy.  I think you forgot to tell me something." Immediately thinking
she'd been caught, Mindy's heart missed a beat.

   "Mr.  Jackson just called.  He wanted to know if you could sit for them
this Wednesday night.  I told him that it was a school night, but...  That
man's mighty persuasive.  It goes against my better judgment, but I do know
where you are and I know what you're up to.  So it really isn't a problem
as long as you get your studies done and are home by eleven.  He agreed."

   "Then I can do it?"

   "Yes, dear.  You may do it."

   *****

   By the end of school on Monday, it was obvious to anyone who bothered to
notice that Mindy was Mark's new flame.  The older girls looked upon her
with dismay that they had been passed over for a mere newbie.  The younger
girls looked upon her with awe that Mr.  Hunkasaurus would favor her above
all others.  Now that she was suddenly in the in-crowd, Mindy's social
standing soared.  Mere fellow newbies were intimidated to even talk to her,
as she was now surrounded by the coolest, most popular kids at school, and
when she spoke to a lowly fellow classman, they nearly swooned basking in
her glow.

   The ninth-grade boys in her classes, however, could have cared less.  To
them, she was just another one of the alien creatures called girls;
interesting creatures to be sure, but completely and utterly unfathomable.

   To Mindy, she was just the same as she was last Friday at school, except
for being ass fucked by Mr.  Wonderful while his friends watched.  Her
salacious trysts with little Timmy didn't even come into the equation, as
she was the only one who would ever know about that.  Suddenly though,
everyone (girls that is) wanted to be her friend, and every guy at the
party jockeyed for a position of being next in line behind Mark after he'd
dumped her.  But the only person, male or female, that she was interested
in was Mark.  And what she was really interested in would have shocked her
peers.

   Of course at school and with Mark occupied with football practice every
afternoon after school, there was precious little opportunity for them to
do anything other than hold hands at lunch.  However, having little
opportunity and no opportunity are two entirely different things.  After
the dismissal bell, Mindy met Mark over by the auditorium.  After checking
that the coast was clear, Mark slipped a plastic credit card in a door jam.
The door opened and he pulled Mindy inside with him.

   "Where are you taking me?" she asked as he pulled her down a dark
corridor.  He opened another door and pulled her inside a small dark room.

   "I only have a few minutes," Mark explained in the darkness, "before
Coach will be looking for me." Mindy gasped as he directed her hand to his
dick which he had sticking through his open zipper.  "C'mon, get me off."

   Her hand stroked the hot hard tube of meat.  "It'd be quicker if you'd
just blow me."

   "No!  I t already told you I wouldn't do that," Mindy huffed.

   "Just do it, will ya?"

   Mindy thought of her experience the day before when she fellated little
Timmy.  'That wasn't so bad,' she thought.

   "Jeez, Mindy.  I ain't got all freaking day!"

   This moment of privacy was totally unexpected and she froze, not sure
what to do.  A voice in her head said, "Do it!" Another said, "Ewwww!" The
'Do it' voice was winning out over the squeamish voice when in
exasperation, Mark blurted, "Just jack me off then!"

   There was a long few minutes of silence in the small room, silent except
for the faint soft sounds of a cock being jacked off until Mark began
grunting.  With his seed mostly spilled on the floor of the closet, he
zipped up and opened the door.  A moment later they were out in the bright
sunlight.

   "See you tomorrow, Mindy-babe!" Then he was gone...  off to football
practice leaving Mindy standing about with a mess in her hand.

   *****

   Later that evening, after supper and after her homework was done, Mindy
bathed and prepared for bed.  Standing in front of the full length mirror
she studied her nude form while thinking about Mark and his fascinating
dick.  She castigated herself for not being braver and sucking his cock
like he'd asked her.

   "Gawd, you're such a baby!  It's not like you can get pregnant!" she
whispered in contempt of herself.  "And it's not like you haven't been
thinking of it every minute since church yesterday!"

   She visualized Timmy's little pecker between her lips and then tried to
imagine what Mark's much larger cock would feel like.  She had her eyes
closed and her mouth opened in a rictus.  While one set of fingers twisted
and tugged at her nipples, the other strummed her clit while fantasying
that Mark's dick was in her mouth while Timmy suckled her tits.  It was
such an arousing vision that she wasn't aware of her bedroom door opening.

   Her mother froze in her tracks at the sight before her of her daughter
masturbating, playing roughly with her tits and apparently inducing a state
of rapture.  Silently her mother quietly closed the door, leaving Mindy in
the throes or orgasm

   *****

   During lunch the next day at school, Mindy sat with Mark and his jock
friends and a smattering of other girls at "their" table along the back
wall of the school cafeteria.  Mindy let Mark know that she wanted another
chance in the auditorium closet to make amends for yesterday.

   "Hey, you got me off," Mark explained, "but if you're ready to suck my
cock, I'm game."

   "Don't be so crude," Mindy protested.

   "I'm just telling you like it is.  No games, Mindy.  You gonna suck me
or not?"

   "Yes.  I just said I would."

   "Then I'm holding you to it," Mark replied with a grin.

   A moment later she felt Mark's hand settle on her knee and then begin to
slide up her thigh and under her skirt.  "What are you doing!" she
whispered as she closed her thighs and grabbed his arm.

   "Nobody can see us."

   "We're in the cafeteria!"

   "Look forward...  What do you see?"

   "The wall?"

   "Yes, the wall and Mike's ugly face."

   "He's not ugly," Mindy replied.

   "That's not the point.  No one can see up your skirt.  Right?"

   "I guess..."

   "Then let go." Mark felt her grip loosen, but her thighs were still
tightly clasping his hands.

   He leaned over and whispered, "Open your legs...  come on...  that's my
girl."

   Mindy silently shuddered as Mark's fingers brushed against her panty
covered pussy.  Her eyes cut left and then right, looking to see if anyone
was aware of what Mark was up to.  No one paid them any attention, as they
were all engrossed in their own conversations and lacked x-ray vision to
see through the table.

   "Please," she whispered in vain as she felt his fingers creeping under
the leg of her panties.

   "Oh, gawd..." she whispered huskily as the fingers slipped in between
her juicing labia.

   Mark wasted no time and quickly zeroed in on her clit.  Mindy bit her
lower lip as he began masturbating her in the room filled with hundreds of
students and teachers.  The flagrant naughtiness of what he was doing to
her quickly brought her to the edge.

   "Let go, baby," Mark whispered to her.  "Come for me."

   If Mike wasn't paying any attention a moment before, he certainly was
paying attention now.  He watched Mindy's face as it betrayed the sizzling
sensations shooting through her body.  Mindy noticed too that Mike was
watching, but she was helpless to prevent the rapture she was gripped with.
Locked eye to eye with Mark's grinning best friend, she came.  It wasn't
the biggest "O" she'd ever had, but it was a capital "O" nonetheless.  When
her eyes fluttered open and she could think clearly again, she noticed not
only Mike grinning at her, but the two guys flanking him were also grinning
knowingly.

   The jock sitting next to her and opposite Mark began sniffing the air.
"I think I smell...  PUSSY!" he roared as he stood half way up and made an
exaggerated face, causing the other boys at the table to roll in laughter.

   Mindy was so embarrassed that she wanted to crawl away.  Mark reassured
her by reminding her that everyone at the table was at the party Friday
night and in the back room.  It also helped that the guys all clapped for
her.  Still, even though she knew that they all knew that she and Mark did
things, it was the most embarrassing moment of her young life.

   When the bell rang, Mindy rushed out of the cafeteria.  Stopping off at
the girl's restroom, she ran into Lindsey, one the older girls at the lunch
table.  "Hey, girly," Lindsey began, "that was something else in the
cafeteria.  Now I see what Mark sees in you.  Welcome to the club."

   'Club?  What club?' wondered Mindy, but the girl had disappeared.

   Later that afternoon she met Mark at the auditorium as agreed.  Like the
day before, Mark deftly picked the lock, but once he opened the door he
quickly shut it.

   "What's the matter?" asked Mindy.

   "Fucking place is full of people!  Damn!"

   "Well, maybe we can try again tomorrow," she replied in an attempt to
mollify her boyfriend.

   "Shit, I was looking forward to you going down on me."

   "Maybe we can go somewhere else."

   "Like where?  I know, how about behind the cafeteria dumpsters?"

   "Ewwwww!  No!" she protested.

   "You have any better suggestions?"

   Mindy thought hard, and was about to suggest a place when Mark muttered,
"Shit!  Here comes, Coach!

   "I gotta go.  See ya tomorrow, Babe."

   *****

   That night, after supper and the kitchen was cleaned, Mindy's mother
followed her up to her room.  Turning to close the door, she was surprised
to see her mother.

   "May I come in?" her mother asked.

   "Sure, Mama.  What's up?"

   "We need to talk," her mother said as she entered and closed the door
behind her.

   "About what?"

   "Boys..." Mindy stifled the urge to groan out loud.

   "I've noticed that you...  are becoming interested in...  sexual
things," her mother began haltingly.

   "Why do you say that?"

   "I just know.  I'm your mother.  I too was teenage girl curious about
sex.  A little too curious.  I was your age, maybe a little younger than
you are now, when I...  your father and I, got a little too carried away
and wound up pregnant with you.  Let me tell you, and this is from somebody
who knows, because I've been there; having a baby at your age is hard, hard
thing.  You miss out on a lot.  Your dad missed out on a lot too.  He did
his best to support you and me, but it was struggle.  He couldn't stay in
school and worked full time, so he did it the hard way."

   "I'm sorry, Mama."

   "You have nothing to be sorry for and neither do we.  We wouldn't trade
you for anything in the world.  Still, it would have been best if we
waited."

   "Is that why Daddy joined the Army?"

   "Yes, it is.  He needed a steady paycheck, housing, and medical
benefits. It wasn't enough, but we managed.  Best of all, he got an
education and learned some skills that he's put to good use."

   Her mother paused for a moment and then continued, "But that's not what
I want to talk to you about.  If you're not already sexually active, you
will be soon.  My mother, your grandmother, didn't know that I was sexually
active until it was too late.  Now, I'm not about to let what happened to
me happen to you.  I am going to see to it that you are protected from an
unwanted pregnancy.

   "I called my gynecologist today," Wanda continued, "and tried to get him
to see you, but...  he's not taking any new patients at the moment.  He
suggested one of his colleagues.  That's all well and good, but there's a
problem...  your father.  First of all, he won't approve of this, saying
you're too young to be given a license to screw..."

   "Mama!"

   "Your father and I have talked about this and that's exactly what he
said.  So, here's the problem.  Your father handles all the money in this
family and he pays all the bills.  If he saw a bill from my doctor, he'd
just assume it was for me and just pay it...  no questions asked.  But now
that you won't be seeing my doctor, he's going to see a bill from some
other doctor; and when your father sees that, he'll look into it.

   "So...  I explained all that to my doctor and he suggested that I call a
Dr.  Tubbs, and ask if you can participate in an ongoing medical study of
teen girls.  I called Dr.  Tubbs' office and yes, they can add you to the
study.  Best of all, all your doctor visits and medications will be paid
for...  In other words, your dad will never see a bill!

   "Not only that, but Dr.  Tubbs can see you tomorrow!  Now when is your
next period due?"

   Mindy checked her calendar.  "Tuesday, next week."

   "Oh, good!  If he starts you on the pill, you can start taking them on
Wednesday.  In the meantime, don't do anything that you might regret."

   "Like, what?"

   "Like get pregnant."

   "Mama!  I'm still a virgin."

   "That's good, honey.  I just don't want you to get hurt."

   "Does this mean that I can..."

   "No!  This is not a license for sex.  You stay a virgin for as long as
you can.  Save something for when you're older and are better able to
handle things."

   *****

   Wednesday morning, Mindy ran into Lindsey again and asked about the
"club" comment she had made yesterday.  Lindsey laughed and let her in on a
secret.

   Later at lunch, Mindy was sitting between Mark and Mike.  At a silent
signal from Mark, Mike turned around in his seat and leaned back against
the table.  With a practiced eye he scanned the cafeteria.  A moment later
he reported, "The coast is clear." Immediately Mindy felt Mark's hand
sliding up her dress.

   Mark was pleased to find that she had followed Lindsey's suggestion that
morning and had removed her panties just before lunch.  Quickly and easily
his fingers slid inside her as his buddies across the table grinned at her.
But she wasn't the only one they were watching.  Next to Mike, Lindsey
lewdly licked her lips as Mike's fingers found her bald bare pussy waiting
for him.  On the other side of Mark, a third girl, the girl Mike was
screwing at the party Friday night was being fingered by Ken.



   Chapter 5 Dressed to Kill

   Realizing that her husband was tipping Mindy for dressing a bit
provocative, Dora Jackson ups the ante...

   Dressed to Kill (fb, oral, mast, exhib)

   by Art Martin Realizing that her husband was tipping Mindy for dressing
a bit provocative, Dora Jackson ups the ante...

   Chapters | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 |
15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 |

   Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2020 with all
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   Wednesday evening approached and after a quick supper Mindy went
upstairs to get ready for her babysitting job for the Jackson's that night.
As it was still quite warm and remembering what Mr.  Jackson had said about
showing a little tummy, she selected a cropped top that showed a good deal
of her midriff.  She also shed her bra, as it was obvious to her that her
tip was contingent upon keeping Mr.  Jackson happy.  Besides, who cares? 
Besides her mother and father that is.

   Again she disguised her chosen outfit, by donning her light jacket and
zipping up.  She had finished her homework as soon as she got home from
school, but just for show she grabbed her notebook and math book.  A few
minutes later, her father was dropping her off while her mother tended to
the supper dishes.

   Again, it was Mr.  Jackson who answered the door as Mrs.  Jackson was
still primping for the evening.  Setting her books down, she removed the
jacket.

   "Wooo wee!" declared John Jackson.  "Turn around, Honey, so that I can
see all of you!  Damn!  How can the boys at school stand it?" She modeled
for him for a minute or so, turning this way and that at his direction.

   "Damn!  What I'd do to be a teenager again!" he declared.

   Mindy blushed, but also beamed at the older man's compliments.

   Reaching into his wallet he pulled out a new ten dollar bill.  "Just in
case I forget to tip you later tonight," he said as he boldly tucked the
rolled up bill in the waistband of her skintight jeans, his fingers
lingering longer than necessary and hooked into her jeans.

   Mindy looked up at the big man towering above her and leering down at
her.  She smiled up at him and said, "Thank you, sir."

   "You are very welcome, Cupcake," he replied as he slowly extracted his
fingers, leaving the money behind.

   He turned and called out to his wife, "Dora!  Mindy's here!  I'm out of
here!  You have a good time tonight, babe!"

   "You too, Baby," his wife called back from her bedroom down the hall.

   "I'll have you home before eleven," he told the sitter.  He turned and
went into the garage.  Mindy heard the garage door opening and then heard a
car start.  A moment later, she heard the rumbling sound of the garage door
closing.  Mindy was confused.  'Aren't they going out?'

   "Mindy!  Can you come help me?" Mrs.  Jackson called out to her.

   Mindy immediately went to where she thought Mrs.  Jackson was, in her
bedroom.  There she found both Mrs.  Jackson and Timmy.  Timmy came running
shouting, "My Mindy!  My Mindy!" and then wrapped his arms tightly about
her waist and hugged her.

   "I can see with my own eyes that he likes you, dear," the busty woman
declared approvingly.

   "Now, be a dear and zip me up in the back."

   With her dress zipped up, the curvy woman preened for Mindy asking her,
"How do I look?"

   "Fabulous!" Mindy answered truthfully.  The short tight red dress seemed
to be painted onto the woman, her half exposed breasts practically flowing
from the tight bodice.  The high stiletto heels made her legs look great.
Accenting her simple, but stunning outfit, she wore a diamond necklace to
go along with dazzling diamond earrings and a gaudy diamond cocktail ring.

   "You really think so?"

   "Yes, I do.  I wish I were half as pretty as you," the girl said.

   "Sweetie, you're pretty enough; believe me."

   "Aren't you and Mr.  Jackson going out together?" Mindy asked.  "He just
left and..."

   "No.  Not tonight.  Tonight I'm getting together with my girlfriends and
having some fun.  John, he's going to some stuffy old meeting.  Kiwanis, I
believe.  He should be home by ten thirty to get you home on time.  Now, if
you need either of us, we both have our cell phones.  Here are the numbers.
Timmy's already been fed, but he hasn't had his bath yet."

   Mindy suddenly felt uncomfortable as Mrs.  Jackson was looking at her
with a frown, her eyes everywhere but on her face.

   "Do you always dress like that?"

   "Well, I..."

   "Did my husband ask you to dress like that?" the woman asked in a low
voice.

   "I, um..."

   "You don't need to answer, I know the answer," the busty woman laughed.
"He's such a bad boy, but that's why I love him!"

   Dora Jackson once again regarded the young teenage girl.  "Yes, you are
a pretty one," she muttered.  "Tell me, dear, even if he asked...  why did
you dress like that for him?  You're not trying to steal my man, are you?"

   "Oh, no!  No.  It's just that...  well...  "

   "Well what, dear?"

   "I don't know," the girl answered in an embarrassed whisper.

   "Yes, you do know," pressed the older married woman with a feigned
irritation in her voice.  "Now out with it, sugar!"

   "Please don't be angry with me.  I won't do it again," Mindy pleaded.

   "Then you had better tell me."

   "For a tip," Mindy answered in such a low whisper that Dora Jackson had
some trouble hearing her.

   "Did you say, 'For a tip'?"

   "Yes, Ma'am," came the shameful reply.

   That just sounded so awful to Mindy and she just knew that Mrs.  Jackson
thought that she was an awful girl too.  That shameful assessment was
confirmed when the woman said in a low voice, "Why you little slut."

   'Slut?  Yes, I am a slut...  but, I'm not!' the girl screamed silently
to herself.  But in defense of her actions Mindy ventured, "I'm not a
slut."

   To her surprise the woman began softly laughing.  "Sweetie, I didn't
mean any offense," the older woman began.  "Let's just say it takes one to
know one.  One naughty girl to another, being a slut now and then is far
better than always keeping your panties on...  Unless of course you're
planning to become a nun.

   "Now, John had absolutely no business in asking a girl your age to
flaunt herself for him.  But...  it is what it is.  No doubt he'll get all
hot and bothered and then take it out on me." With a conspiratorial grin
she added, "Or at least I can hope he'll take it out on me."

   Confused by what the woman was saying, Mindy asked, "What do you mean?"

   "You're old enough to know about men and women, so I'll be blunt. 
Tonight, when I get home, he'll have a hard-on for you, but he'll fuck the
living daylights out of me, pretending it's you he's fucking.  No matter
what's going on in his feverish mind, he'll be pumping his big cock into me
until sunrise and I'll be loving every hard thrust into my insatiable
cunt."

   Mindy was so shocked by what Dora Jackson had said, that she stood
dumbfounded, not having a clue what to say or what to do.  To Mindy's
relief, Mrs.  Jackson seemingly changed the subject.

   "Now, be a dear...  go into the bath and look on the vanity on the
right. There's a little case with my contacts in it.  Bring it to me,
dear."

   Mindy went on her mission and had no problem finding the contact case,
but she lingered a moment taking in the sumptuousness of the master bath.
She'd never seen anything like it before.  The twin vanities were beautiful
enough, but what caught her attention was the large two-person Jacuzzi tub.
Behind that was a walk through shower big enough for six people.  The
entire room was done in various granites and results were stunning.

   "Can't you find them?" Mrs.  Jackson called from the other room.

   "Yes, Ma'am!" Mindy answered heading to the doorway.  "I found them!"

   Mrs.  Jackson took the contacts and effortlessly placed them in her eyes
while Mindy and Timmy waited and watched.  Then she turned to Mindy and
asked, "How would you like to get another tip from my husband tonight?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "You know exactly what I mean.  I'm sure he'll ogle you and slobber all
over the floor.  But to really get him going, how about if we up the ante?"

   "I don't understand."

   "It's simple.  I want my husband to fuck me like a whore tonight and
you're just the ticket to get him all hot and bothered.  How about if you
show him a little more skin when he gets home?"

   "I'm not going to get naked!" protested the girl.

   "No, no, no!  Of course not...

   "Now let's not play games with each other.  You were willing enough to
go along with John for a little extra cash, perhaps you would be interested
in making some additional easy money.  Here's what I have in mind.  You
look great in those jeans.  How much did you pay for them?"

   "Uh, I don't know.  Forty, fifty dollars."

   "When?  Last year.  They're a little tight and little short."

   "Yeah, I guess they are kind of getting old."

   "How about if I pay you twenty dollars for them?"

   "I can't sell you my jeans!"

   "I don't want your jeans, but I do want to, shall we say, modify them."

   Dora Jackson stepped over to her dresser and retrieved a pair of sewing
scissors.  Turning back to the sitter, she explained, "For twenty dollars,
I'm going to make those into cutoffs.  Show him a little leg.  That'll get
him going!

   "Now take them off, dear."

   Mindy couldn't be certain if the woman was serious or if she was just
messing with her.  If it had been one of her new friends, she would be
certain that it was just messing around, but Mrs.  Jackson wasn't some
other teenage girl, she was a woman, a mother and a wife and she had a
twenty dollar bill in her hand offering it to her.  Besides, she was only
planning on making the jeans into cutoffs, so why not?  A moment later,
Mindy was standing in her thong panties and cutoff t-shirt, handing her
jeans over to her employer.

   Dora took the jeans without further comment and after a brief
inspection, quickly decided what to remove.  She had the first leg cut off
when Timmy suddenly and gleefully shouted, "I can see your hiney!" Dora
looked up from her work, to see Mindy turning her back away from Timmy and
towards her.

   "Does your mother know you wear panties like that?"

   Mindy didn't know which way to turn to cover her bare behind and chose a
neutral position.  "No.  I do my own laundry."

   "Does your boyfriend know you wear panties like that?"

   "Uh, I..."

   "You don't have to answer that," Dora said mercifully.

   "There!  Try these on," Dora said a moment later and handing her the now
legless jeans.

   Mindy quickly slipped on what was left of her jeans.  "They're so
short," she gasped tugging at the raw edges of her new short shorts.

   "You look fabulous, dear," Dora gushed.  "If that doesn't give John an
erection tonight, nothing will!"

   The mother then turned to her little boy.  "Timmy, you do everything
that Mindy tells you to do.  I don't want any bad reports about a
disobedient little boy!  Now Mommy will be home late, sweetie.  You be a
good boy." She kissed the five year old on the forehead and bid her adieu.

   Mindy followed the woman through the house and into the den.  A minute
later, Mindy heard the clanking of the garage door as it rose and then
again as it closed.

   Remembering the alcove in the master bath with the three dressing
mirrors like in a department store, Mindy rushed back to the master bedroom
suite.  Looking at herself in the mirrors she studied her form fitting cut
offs.  The sides were almost completely gone, showing all but two inches of
her hip and legs.  In the back, the cut covered most, but not all of her
butt and in the front, there remained but the tiniest amount of fabric
running between her legs.  No way could she ever wear these in public! 
Indeed, how could let anyone, anyone but Mark of course, see her dressed
like this.  Her jeans had been so reduced as to resemble denim bikini
panties!

   Timmy came up behind her and tugged at a "leg" of her shorts.  "Can I
have my bath in here?  Mommy bathes me in here all the time!" he offered.

   Already intrigued by the large inviting Jacuzzi tub in the master bath,
Mindy didn't need any further encouragement.  "Sure.  Why not?" she
answered her young charge.

   It took her a few minutes to figure out the controls, but soon she had
the tub filling with hot water.  With the tub filling, Timmy stood holding
his arms in the air, waiting for her to undress him.  Mindy stripped his
shirt off over his head and then pulled down his Superman underwear, as
they were the only thing he was wearing when she arrived.

   Not waiting for the tub to fill, Timmy climbed in and immediately hopped
out, complaining that the water was too hot.  Mindy adjusted the
temperature and in a minute, the boy tested the waters again, finding the
temperature to be just fine.  "Are you going to bathe with me?" he asked.
"Mommy always bathes with me so I won't drown."

   "I won't let you drown," she answered the boy.

   "Please?" he gently begged.

   Mindy thought, 'Why not?  He's just a little boy and besides, the little
bugger's going to have my shirt off when we finish anyway.' Standing she
answered, "Okay."

   She shimmied out of her tight jeans cutoffs and shucked her thong
panties.  Then the cropped top was discarded.  Naked, she joined little
Timmy in the big bath.  Almost immediately Timmy began playing with the
controls and soon had all the jets blasting and creating a roiling bath.

   The bubbling hot bath felt absolutely fabulous to Mindy.  She leaned
back, resting her back on a built-in backrest, while keeping an eye on the
little boy playing in the water Soon she was day dreaming, thinking of how
forward Mr.  Jackson had been with her and how he had brazenly stuffed his
tip down her pants earlier that evening.  'Gawd, what's he likely to do
when he sees me in those cut offs?'

   She realized that it was dangerous to flirt with an older man like that,
but she rationalized, 'He won't do anything, but just look.' The thought of
exhibiting herself like that to him sent a shiver down her spine and
directly to her pussy.  She imagined herself dancing for the man and
imagined all the sexy suggestive moves she could make.  She imagined
sitting in his lap, feeling his erection pushing into her butt, lifting her
shirt and offering her tit to him.  As Mr.  Jackson's imaginary lips
surrounded her sensitive nipple, she felt her pussy tingle in response. 
She felt him tugging at her nipple and felt his fingers on her clit as she
was now in her mind's eye completely naked as was he.

   She felt something on either side of her legs that moved past her hips
and to her waist.  Dreamily, on the verge of orgasm, she opened her eyes
and saw the boyish penis just inches from her face.  It was a small penis
to be sure, but she imagined it was Mark's dick and not Timmy's.  Suddenly
she was back in the closet of the auditorium, and just as suddenly Mark's
cock was entering her mouth.  Ignoring the fact that it was a little boy's
cock and not her boyfriend's cock, she sucked and gobbled, taking into her
mouth both Timmy's dick and his balls.  Grasping one soft globe of Timmy's
naked buttocks, she held his groin to her sucking mouth while continuing to
diddle herself.  With the little boy's cock and balls rolling about between
her lips, she came with a shuddering climax.

   With her orgasm receding, Mindy slowly came to her senses.  Reluctantly
she let the boy's genitalia slip from her lips.  Expecting some reaction
from the little boy, she looked up to see him just gazing down at her with
a puzzled look on his face.  Curiously, she felt no shame.  Indeed, she was
still aroused and in need.  She knew she hadn't harmed the boy and
emboldened by her brazen actions, she reasoned that he had been a willing
playmate and would make a great play toy for her tonight.





   "I'm cold," he whined.





   "Well, sit back down in the water, silly!" The little boy did as
instructed and lay in the hot water between his sitter's legs facing away
from her.  Playfully she squeezed her young charge with her legs causing
him to struggle to get free.  He ended up laying on top of her legs, his
tummy resting on her knees.  Continuing her game, she bent her legs and
lifted him from the water and then sat him back down again to the boy's
giggling delight.  Watching the boy's rump rise and fall, Mindy remembered
the naughty games that she and Mark had played some years earlier.  She
also thought of the anal play with the boy several days ago.  Mindy grasped
the bar of soap and lathered up her hand.





   The boy yelped gleefully when his sitter's hand slid up his butt crack
and began molesting his anus, spreading his legs apart to give her greater
access.  Soon the giggling had stopped as he felt a soapy finger enter his
rectum.  Finding the experience to be most enjoyable, he made no effort to
move away and allowed his sitter to molest him at will.





   Retracting her finger, she anally caressed him for another minute while
rinsing the soap from his butt.  The boy flipped onto his back engaging his
sitter with a broad smile.  The delighted giggles returned as she washed
his dick with as much care and attention as she gave to his ass.





   Mindy was quite beside herself with this sexual play.  She wanted to
masturbate again, but held off until after she and Timmy were finished with
the bath.  Once they were both reasonably dried off, she led him naked into
his parents' bedroom.  Pulling him up on the big bed with her, she directed
his lips to her tit and then lay back to enjoy his earnest suckling,
watching the whole thing in the overhead mirrors of the canopy bed.  Soon,
her fingers were between her legs.  In no time, a rapturous sweet euphoric
bliss enveloped her completely.

   Mindy woke with a start.  She was still in bed with Timmy, his face mere
inches from her tit and fast asleep.  Gathering her wits, she glanced over
at the alarm clock.  10:13 the red numbers showed.

   "Oh, my gawd," she whispered in alarm.  "Mr.  Jackson said he'd be home
by 10:30!" Quickly she slipped from the bed and then struggled to carry the
naked boy to his own bed.  She found her clothes, quickly dressed and
straightened up the bathroom.

   She was straightening the bed covers when she heard Mr.  Jackson call
out to her, "Mindy!" She rushed out of the master bedroom and slipped into
Timmy's bedroom.  Immediately she exited the boy's room just as his father
stepped into entrance of the hallway.

   John Jackson stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his scantily
clad baby sitter.

   "I was just checking up on him," she explained.  "He wouldn't get
dressed after his bath again.  You want me to put his pajamas on?"

   Jackson issued a low whistle and exclaimed, "Wow!  You weren't wearing
that when I left!  You do that for me?"

   "Well, no," she lied.  "I've been wanting to make some cutoffs and... 
You think I cut them too short?"

   "Not at all, Cupcake.  Not at all.  Damn!  Come on out here where the
lighting is better."

   Mindy followed behind her employer and stepped out into the well lit
family room.  She was startled to discover another man in the room.

   "This is my babysitter, Mindy.  Mindy, this is my good friend, Keith."

   Mindy felt Keith's eyes roaming up and down her nubile body.  "You know,
with babysitters like this, I just might have to get me some kids," the man
said with a leer.

   "Mindy just asked me if I thought her shorts were too short," said John
never taking his eyes from the girl.

   "Looks just about right to me," replied Keith.

   "That's what I said," Jackson rejoined

   "Mindy, darling," John said.  "Turn around so we can get a good at you."

   "Mr.  Jackson, I..."

   "You dressed liked that to show off, now show off.  I assure you that we
are both pleased with what we see.  After all, there's no harm in our just
looking.  Now go on, turn around."

   Mindy turned slowly and modeled her outfit, pleased that she was
pleasing both of the older men.

   "Would you dance for us?  You know, show us the latest dance steps."

   "Mr.  Jackson, I really need to be home by eleven, and my Mom is going
to kill me when she sees these shorts."

   "Don't worry, I'll get you home.  As for your problem, I'll lend you a
pair of Dora's sweat pants."

   "You will?  That'll be great."

   "But first, a dance.  One dance and I'll take you home.

   "Keith, put on some boggie-woggie music, will ya?" The radio came on and
an old Foghat song began to play.  Mindy started to move and soon she was
getting into it, moving this way and that, shaking her ass and her tits for
the amusement of the two older men.

   With the dance completed, John declared, "For that, young lady, you
deserve another tip!  C'mere."

   John held up a folded five dollar bill.  Mindy was disappointed that he
was only tipping her five dollars.  She had been hoping for more.

   Jackson slipped the money into her pocket, only to discover that there
was no "pocket", just bare skin.  "That deserves another tip," he whispered
to her.  He flashed a ten dollar bill, folded it and inserted it into her
other pocket.  He pushed his hand in deep, but not too deep and deposited
the bill near her pussy mound.

   After lingering a moment longer than necessary, he retracted his hand,
declaring, "Just hold still, Cupcake." He flashed another bill, this time a
Twenty, folded it and then so his friend could see, slipped it under a leg
hole and deposited it high on her bare ass cheek.  "I see I should have
come home earlier...  and alone," he whispered while groping her.

   Mindy was both shaken at Jackson's brazenness, yet disappointed when he
pulled his big hand from her ass cheek.

   Jackson sighed, "I'd better get you those sweats and get you home."

   John headed to the back of the house, but paused at the hall entrance
and said, "If I were you, Keith, I'd tip her.  And check out the pockets."

   Returning with the sweats Jackson found Mindy in the grips of his
friend. He was holding her from behind with one hand down the front of her
cutoffs and with the other hand up her top with a handful of bare B-cup
teen tit.

   "Let her go, Keith!  I have to get her home!"

   "Bullshit," the other man hissed.

   "That's jailbait, old buddy."

   "So what?"

   "Look, Dora will be here in a few minutes and she'll take care of us
both.  Now watch out for Timmy while I take Mindy home." To Jackson's
relief, his friend let the skimpily dressed teen go.

   *****

   On the way to Mindy's home, Jackson knew that he and Keith had gone too
far.  "Mindy, I'm sorry about what happened back there."

   "It's okay."

   "I really hope this doesn't keep you from sitting for Timmy again."

   "Oh, no!  He's sweet as can be!  Besides, it's not your fault."

   "It shouldn't have happened."

   "No harm done," she replied.

   "Oh, speaking of Timmy.  He wouldn't get dressed after his bath, so I
left him naked."

   "That's fine, Mindy.  I don't think that kid's slept in pajamas for a
year.  He sees me sleeping nude and he wants to be like his daddy.  We're
just happy that you're not offended in some way."

   "No, I'm not.  I'm not offended.  Do you want me to, uh, wear these
again, next time."

   "Uh, yeah!  Damned right I do!" he answered just as they were pulling up
to the curb.  A moment later, he was pressing two additional twenty dollar
bills into her hand.

   "Thanks!" she gushed.

   "No, thank you, Cupcake."

   Once inside the house, Mindy ran up to her room, thankful that her
mother hadn't seen her come in.  Once in her room, she quickly stripped off
the sweats, her jacket and top.  Then she stripped off the cutoffs letting
her tips fall to the floor.  She had just scooped up the money when her
mother poked her head through the door. .

   "Just a reminder that I'll pick you up at school tomorrow for your
doctor's appointment," her mother said.  "Goodnight, baby.  Love you."
   "Love you too, Mama."