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Babysitting the Babysitter - 1
by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)
***
Let us be clear on one point from the outset. ANY
reader who is affronted by the concept, suggestion or
depiction of underage sex in any shape or form, is
advised to steer well clear of this contentious
article. For years, the hot little babysitter has been
the traditional fantasy of so many middle-aged men,
most of whom would give away a crate of their best
scotch for a few hours indulgence with that sexy little
teen. I guess I just got lucky? (MF, M/f-teen, F/f-
teen, ped, FF, ff-teens, bi, 1st, mast, rom)
***
It's never easy finding a really good "sitter." They're
either unreliable as all Hell time-wise, or more
interested in chatting to their boyfriends on their
cell, than actually preventing that cutesy little
ankle-biter from choking to death on a tiddly-wink.
In that regard we were just plain fortunate. As it
turned out I'd say we hit the jackpot - big time!
Jaclyn was most assuredly in the 'cutesy' department
herself. Living but two blocks from us as it turned
out, she was a pert little thirteen-year old blonde,
who if she could sing and dance would have had a walk-
up start at the next Little Miss Sunshine pageant.
She had replied - or rather her parents had, to a
hastily typed plea we had put up on the notice-board at
the local mall seeking a responsible and imminently
available baby-sitter. My wife and I (and without
divulging my own shameful age at this juncture, let it
simply be said she is yet a young woman, still a ways
off her twenty-seventh birthday) have brought into the
world an over-the-top beautiful little moppet by the
name of Kylie - now resident in second grade.
Figuring we had a few evenings' relaxation coming to us
- me having gained an Interstate transfer with better
pay and my wife pulling down a Masters in
Communications from NYU. - at the very least we could
now afford a couple of nights out a week.
Jaclyn was a delight to have around. Attentive and
courteous she would even fill the dishwasher for us
without being asked. We would frequently get home to
find the house tidier than when we left it. Kylie just
loved her too and would rush up to the front door to
hug her silly whenever she was rostered on for the
night. As it was common for her to bring homework
assignments to complete after she had gotten Kylie down
for the night, we gave her free rein to use the
computer if she needed the Net for any urgent research.
Not once did she forget to say "Thanks Mr. Bailey for
letting me use your puta!" as she was leaving - and
usually I drove her home. They don't churn out too many
kids like this!
Whenever Jaclyn turned up, she and Kylie would
disappear into the bedroom and we would see neither
hide nor hair of them until it was time for us to
leave. Frequently their girlish laughter would reach a
higher than normal decibel level, an explanation given
by Kylie later, being that "Jaclyn tickled her a lot."
I remember distinctly thinking there were areas of
Jaclyn's developing body I really wouldn't mind
'tickling' myself! It wasn't a contemplation I figured
might be in my best interests to make public.
Life then was running on a supremely even keel. It took
but the most innocuous of comments to bring it all
undone - as it were!
I had been working on the computer that night, putting
the finishing touches to a budget report, when Kylie
came skipping over to give me her traditional good-
night cuddle. Standing beside me, she was looking at
the screen and wrinkling up her nose better even than
Elizabeth Montgomery could manage at her peak. Then she
asked in all innocence.
"Can I see the pictures of all those ladies daddy?"
Somewhat shocked, yet keen you might say, to unravel
this mystery. I asked her. "What ladies sweetheart?"
Kylie began giggling. "The ones where they have no
clothes on of course... they're funny!"
I looked at her. "Kylie, I have no idea what you're
talking about!" I replied, "Where have you seen
pictures of ladies with no clothes on?"
"Jaclyn shows them to me," she said, as if that were
the most obvious thing in the world. "She finds them on
your computer."
I suppose I must have had my mouth open in dumb
amazement.
"Don't you believe me daddy?" Kylie asked slowly.
"There's heaps of them. She lets me sit on her lap
while she shows me the pictures and sometimes (her eyes
widened up like saucers) she tickles me while we look
at them."
I could have done any number of things. Castigate her,
question her further, call out to Kate or put in a call
to Jaclyn's parents. I opted for the sleuthing option.
"That's OK sweetheart," I muttered, "Of course I
believe you... I'm so glad you and Jaclyn have lots of
fun together... you really like her don't you baby?"
"Oh yes," she beamed, "I love it when she comes over."
Scooping her up, I carried her to bed where both my
wife and I tucked her in and said goodnight.
Later, in the kitchen I dropped the bombshell.
"Katie, you're not gonna believe this," I said. "I
think Jaclyn has been to porn sites on our computer -
she's been showing Kylie pics of naked girls by the
sound of it... and God knows what else??"
For several seconds my wife was able to make no lucid
response. Eventually, a semi-choked "What? w-w-what
pictures... where?" I think in hindsight, she could
have used a double shot of black label scotch.
I told her basically what Kylie had said which served
only to have her grasp a hold of the work-bench for
support.
"And what does she mean, Jaclyn "tickles" her?" she
asked, most likely following my own thought processes
and hopefully coming up with alternate possibilities.
"I got as much idea as you hun,' I replied, "but I
figured making an issue of it in there (I inclined my
head back towards the dining room) was not the way to
go just now."
"No you're right," she said slowly. "Definitely don't
want Kylie taking any guilt trips on board." She was
quiet for a moment. "What the Hell are we gonna do
though?"
"Well firstly," I answered, "Let's go check the puta!"
Given that we had only upgraded to a note-book a month
or so earlier, running a History check presented the
simplest of tasks. Figuring out which sites she hadn't
been to might have taken longer! A little late now to
be activating Net_Nanny I pondered ruefully.
"Schoolgirl whores," "Upskirt treats," "Truck-stop
sluts," "Cathy's Apartment," "Panties 'n Pussies,"
"Blonde Biker Chicks" and my personal favorite - "Hot
'n hairy hoes," were but a few of Jaclyn's forays into
the world of sleaze. A thirteen-year old for Christ's
sake! Was this a thing of normality for young
schoolkids these days we both wondered?
Clicking the start button I selected "file search" and
ran a check on simply jpg files. In less than ten
seconds we had up pretty much everything that the girls
must have been exposed to. I heard Katie's intake of
breath. Mine was already somewhat erratic.
If I am totally honest though, the mere thought of
Jaclyn, let alone Kylie looking at these pictures was
if nothing else, unavoidably arousing in concept. I
didn't air this particular view however.
"We're going to have to tell her parents," Katie
muttered.
"Tell them what Kate?" I replied. "We have no proof.
She would only have to deny it - which of course she
would - and we'd look stupid. Besides, do you really
think either of them would believe their daughter
capable of doing anything like this? I wouldn't believe
it!"
"So what's the plan?" she murmured.
"Well Katie," I responded slowly, "It's quite simple
really. We set up the digital camera somewhere high up
on the bookshelf (I gestured towards the wall behind
us) It's got what? forty-five minutes video capability?
We just have to make sure it's facing the computer OK?
No way either girl will see it between the books up
there."
With more than a hint of disquiet I sensed, my wife
agreed to the strategy. She recognised first and
foremost quite obviously, the need for evidence.
When setting the thing up the following evening and
having made arrangements for Jaclyn to babysit, I
figured one last aid to concealment might not go
astray. Waiting then until Kylie was taking her evening
bath, I dug out an old cook-book of absolutely no
value, wrenched out everything save the cover and
cutting a hole in the spine for the lens, set the
camera inside. It was then simply a matter of wedging
it in position and making the necessary directional
adjustments. Admiring my somewhat professional
handiwork, I could see a new career opening up for me
in the research and gadgets division of MI5.
Hugging Kylie and giving Jaclyn her customary kiss on
the forehead, we headed east on Chief street for the
local theater. I don't think either of us had our minds
on the movie that night, wondering what if anything we
might discover on our return.
Little Kylie was long asleep by the time we got home
and Jaclyn was seated on the couch watching the last
few minutes of "Elizabethtown." Always had meant to
toss that thing!
"I'll take her back tonight," Katie called out, "Just
wait till I get home though would you?" Didn't take
much to figure out the meaning of that one. Gave Jaclyn
a last hug after helping her on with her coat and if
that wasn't a sexy little smirk she gave me, I don't
know what is.
Looking at an empty room, an unoccupied chair and
nothing but the computer desk-top screen for almost
twenty minutes was something less than either
entertainment or incriminating evidence. Obviously the
girls had been upstairs in Kylie's "loft" amusing
themselves. We were in fact about to turn the thing off
when a flurry of movement heralded the arrival of
Jaclyn to the computer. Quite obviously practised in
her art, we could see even at this distance that she
had logged into some porn site. It's hard to miss a
half-naked teenager parading her breasts (and most
everything else) for the camera.
Whilst without the benefit of sound, it was still
abundantly clear that Jaclyn was calling Kylie
downstairs. Katie had grasped my arm and was studying
the computer screen (we were of course re-playing the
images courtesy of digital video software) with what
one might term a "keen interest."
Clambering up on Jaclyn's knee in her nightdress, Kylie
made herself comfortable and within seconds, both girls
were giggling and pointing at their older compatriot's
unseemly yet undeniably sexy poses.
It was at this juncture that I first became aware of
certain physiological changes occurring in the area of
my own crotch. I was forced to admit that the reality
of watching a thirteen-year old girl and (sad to
relate) my own seven-year old daughter taking quite
obvious pleasures in watching images such as they were
seeing - grossly erotic! This had not been the plan.
Glancing across at Katie, she was giving nothing away,
yet I would swear I saw the onset of a blush or two as
she absorbed the action being played out on that small
screen.
"Oh my God," she suddenly cried out, her hand drawn up
to her mouth. My mouth at that moment had simply dried-
up! We watched as Jaclyn clearly slipped her right hand
up beneath Kylie's nightdress, doing something to her
that was causing the young girl to giggle madly.
Whatever that might be was occurring at sub-waist level
and looked suspiciously sexual.
Kylie was turning around to look at Jaclyn as if to
admonish her, and for just a moment we could see
plainly the older girl's hand between our daughter's
legs. Unless I am greatly mistaken she was actually
rubbing or fingering her through her panties.
Whatever she was doing, Kylie certainly had no
objections and as both girls now were openly giggling
at a new page that appeared to be devoted solely to
schoolgirls getting spanked over the knee (we were able
to monitor such things by judicious use of the zoom
option) Katie's mouth had dropped open...from what
emotion I couldn't immediately say.
"This is unbelievable," she finally whispered.
"Yeah - incredibly erotic too," I added. "I'm sorry
Katie, I know I shouldn't be saying that - its our
daughter getting sexually molested there (I inclined my
head towards the screen) but really, how hot is this?"
I was fully expecting her to start divorce proceedings
but instead she nodded slowly before taking her eyes
off the screen and softly answering,
"Yes it is - I hate to admit!"
There wasn't a great deal more to see. A couple more
websites, a lot more contact with my daughter's panties
whose giggling remained unabated throughout and plenty
of gasps from my wife. Just moments before the camera
cut-out we were treated to the spectacle of Jaclyn
whispering something to Kylie, who quite willingly
turned around and allowed Jaclyn to kiss her on the
lips.
All I can say is that Katie and I had the wildest sex
that night since our courtship days - and at my age
that is a major plus!
Thing is now, we had the evidence but little idea what
we were going to do with it.
Well that's actually not completely true. Rudimentary
thoughts had partially crystallised but nothing I could
bring myself to admit to. After all I still liked to
think of myself as a responsible parent and decent
member of society. Whatever demons if any, Katie was
wrestling with we never got to discuss. I think we both
figured that playing it by ear was the option of choice
here.
It would normally have been the weekend before we
needed Jaclyn again but after consulting with my wife,
we decided to bring her over that Friday evening having
every intention of confronting her with our recent
findings.
First thing Jaclyn did when she arrived at our place -
and God, did she have to choose that night to come
dressed-up so attractively? Pretty lycra top, short
skirt and sexy little patent leather shoes, was to ask,
"Where's Kylie?"
Rather than waste unnecessary banter explaining that we
had left Kylie with her grandmother overnight, we
simply led her over to the computer and hit the replay
button.
She watched less than ten seconds before slumping into
the chair and covering her face with her hands. This
wasn't so much a case of blushing as her cheeks being
aflame!
"I'm so sorry," she sobbed uncontrollably. "I didn't
mean to do anything bad... my older sister showed me
those p-pictures. I know I shouldn't have let Kylie see
them." She was wracked by a fresh paroxysm of guilt and
distress. "You're not going to tell my parents are you?
"
I knew I had to maintain an authoritative stance here.
"Your PARENTS?" I replied sternly, "Jaclyn, its not
just the porn sites, you have been... er, how do I put
this? interfering with our daughter! We really should
be calling the Police over this!"
"Oh please noo," she gushed, her young life crashing
about her in perceived ruins. "Mom and dad would never
speak to me again... I'd be taken away somewhere.
Please you can't do that!"
"What made you touch her there Jaclyn?" Katie asked
suddenly. The young girl covered her face again.
When no answer was forthcoming she gently took a hold
of Jaclyn's hands and pulled them back to her lap. The
tears were still in free-fall.
"Do you just like girls... that way?" she prompted, at
the same time reaching across for the tissues the far
side of the table.
Jaclyn simply blushed but the nod was perceptible.
Even as she acknowledged the fact, there I was thinking
to myself, "Jeeze, given the indecent fantasies I'm
having just looking at that tight little skirt, what
rights do I have to be accusing her of sexual
mischief?"
"I'll do anything," she was crying in desperation,
"Anything, if you just don't call the Police or tell my
parents."
I looked across at Katie. If she was thinking what I
was thinking, she certainly was giving no indication of
it.
"Well I don't know Jaclyn," I said, "What would you do
if we started touching you inappropriately?" I winked
at Katie. "I mean, what if I were to do this?"
So saying, I leaned over her shoulder and gave her
developing right breast a gentle squeeze.
"Don't do that," she reacted, pushing my hand away.
"Don't touch your breasts?" I enquired. "But it's OK
for you to rub our seven-year old daughter's pussy?
How's that reasonable Jaclyn?"
The young girl sat there in silence, hands in her lap -
exactly where I would have liked mine located right
that moment, given the brevity of that tiny skirt and
the amount of girlish leg on display.
"I didn't mean to hurt her," she said at last, "It was
just a game."
"Well I believe you sweetheart," I replied, "and as
long as we understand each other - why, we can keep
playing it can't we?"
Even as I spoke, I slipped both hands down past her
shoulders and cupping her outrageously sexy little
mounds, felt her up like a professional child molester.
"Are you crazy?" Katie almost whimpered. "You want to
spend ten years in the slammer?"
"You're missing the point hun." I smiled across at her.
"The only one with any likelihood of doing a stretch in
the near future is Miss curly locks here. Who do you
think the Police are going to believe? - her claims of
underage abuse or our filmed evidence of the babysitter
shoving her hand up our seven-year old daughter's
panties?"
Jaclyn stared up at Kate as if to say, "He's got a
point there!"
The real plus I was thinking is that she was no longer
making any attempt to dislodge my hand and I have to
tell you, the incoming sensations on offer caused by
the passage of my palms across those barely formed
speed humps, was generating some serious steam down in
the boiler room.
Just for a moment, Katie watched with almost clinical
detachment as I continued fondling the babysitter. She
was definitely catching-on so far as the blackmail
strategy was unravelling. Jaclyn I must say was either
resigned to her immediate fate or was finding the
'punishment' anything but a hardship. She just sat
there with her hands in her lap - the image of pre-
programmed innocence.
"You're not going to rape me are you?" she asked
suddenly looking up at me, as if wishing to eliminate
the less pleasant of possible eventualities.
"Good Lord no sweetheart," I told her. "What you did to
Kylie although hardly in the job specs, does not call
for a reaction quite that drastic. Besides, you think
my wife here would stand by and let me do that?"
She shook her head slowly just as I withdrew both hands
from her top. Even so, I still had a somewhat
enervating view of what in a few years time would be
the most desirable of teenage cleavages - one that
every boy from tenth grade onwards, would be angling to
slip his hands down.
I aimed to pre-empt every last one of them!
"Why don't you show us where you found all those pics
you down-loaded for Kylie?" I suggested. "Computer's
right there Jaclyn." I indicated the keyboard not an
arm's length away.
"I can't," she replied, visibly shocked. "Don't make me
do that... please."
"I understand," I replied, "Bit too embarrassing huh?
No matter - I'll do it for you."
Before she could make a move, I leaned across, brought
up the history content and clicked on "Cathy's
Apartment." Double clicking "Enter" and there we were,
right at home with teenage Cathy as she sat rather
invitingly on a sofa, legs curled up under her but
somehow overlooking the fact you could see a healthy
wedge of floral panties beneath her dress. Right
alongside - another pose. It must have been a hot day.
The poor kid was trying to get cool, leaning forward to
get some fresh air down her top, both breasts displayed
to the very edge of decency. Lucky she had on a tight
bra reining in those burgeoning assets.
Image three and she seemed to be giving up any and all
pretence of a refined upbringing. The dress had
magically vaporised and she was doing a piss poor job
now of covering up her panties with her hands.
Katie I noticed was, if not riveted to the LCD screen,
paying remarkably close attention to the items
displayed there-in. Jaclyn herself was blushing rather
attractively, but making no attempt to extricate
herself from the slide-show either.
By the fourth picture, young Cathy had decided to
stretch her legs - rather long slim ones I noticed.
Having nothing better to do it seems than incline
herself across the edge of a conveniently nearby table,
her floral knickers were now displayed with crystal
clarity, along with the barely concealed cleft of her
admittedly yummy little rear end.
Not sure whether it was the picture which dictated my
urge or it just seemed like a good idea at the time,
but my hands I noted had returned to their former
resting place - across Jaclyn's soft and pliant little
mounds. I don't think Katie was even looking!
Image five displayed Cathy well into slut mode. Her
left breast completely free of that tight little bra
and the other in transit, she was tugging aside her
panties, partially for the benefit of the camera lens
and equally to facilitate the introduction of her
middle finger to an evidently blow-dried and coiffed
little pussy.
"Getting warm girls?" I enquired of the on-site if not
captive viewing audience. The physiological condition
of my own procreative equipment really doesn't bear
comment.
Jaclyn's respiratory rate was fully on the increase - I
could feel her small chest rising and falling
irregularly now. Katie had found it necessary I noted,
to pull up a second chair alongside the younger girl,
perhaps to add a measure of comfort to the events at
hand.
Scrolling down and Cathy was well into the business end
of her lustful screen endeavors. Back on the couch now,
she dangled her bra on her left wrist whilst with her
right hand she was cupping her other breast with almost
loving admiration. Certainly with practised efficiency!
I figured I would follow suit and slipping my right
hand swiftly down Jaclyn's top, located her right bra
cup as well as its delightfully under-developed
contents. Not surprisingly, she cried out in genuine
shocked embarrassment, but lets be honest, Cathy's on-
screen antics were stealing the show.
I thought I detected Katie's hand heading towards areas
of her anatomy that might best be considered socially
inappropriate in polite company at least, but I
couldn't be sure. Anyway, there was too much else to
occupy the visuals currently.
As if divesting herself of her bra wasn't enough, Cathy
was now peeling those cute little panties down past her
ankles and by image eight or nine (I had lost count you
understand) was being unimaginably naughty sitting
center couch and holding her legs just about as wide as
her teenage ligaments would permit. Displayed for all
the world to see, her vaginal attractions presented an
awesome vista. Trimmed but still in plentiful supply,
her tight little brown curls stood guard about the
inner sanctum. Her cleft fully exposed and partially
open at strategic points, I must confess she had a
pretty clitoris! Enlarging this particular shot full
screen really gave the mega-pixels a work-out.
Jaclyn was having trouble sitting still... most likely
because she was feeling the need for some personal
contact. I thought I might help the poor kid out and
thus retrieving one hand from its padded sheath, leaned
forward and slipped it beneath the hem of that size 8
or 10 skirt. How sexy did the front of her panties
feel?
This brought not surprisingly a vocal reaction from
both young women present. Jaclyn cried out "noooo"
whilst tugging on my arm quite ineffectively and Katie
let out with a shocked gasp of incredulity I imagine.
Nothing could deter me from my intended modus operendi.
Even through her tight panties, I could feel Jaclyn was
one wet little chickadee. This most likely added to her
embarrassment but the condition she was in and the
therapeutic activities being rendered on-site,
precluded the likelihood of her fleeing too far. Fact
is, I felt her spread her legs perceptibly as well as
detecting the issuance of a pleasured sigh through her
juvenile but wickedly sexy little lips.
"You like pictures like this don't you sweetie?" I
whispered softly in her ear even as she began wriggling
her hips marginally.
"Uh huh," was all she could muster, her eyes locked on
to Cathy's exposed treasures. I traced her vaginal
cleft right the way between her legs and back using my
middle finger then to rub an area dead center that I
knew housed the young girl's main sensory equipment.
"Oh my God," Katie suddenly contributed to the silence.
I turned to look at her and was probably unsurprised to
observe her own hand well up between either thigh,
bringing to fruition a short term project I would
estimate was set in motion by a combination of Cathy's
whorish inclinations and my own paedophilic advances.
Jaclyn I sensed was aware of my wife's digital
intrusions upon her good self, but given the double
whammy of my wayward finger's progress across her pussy
and Cathy's complete and utter nudity in full-screen
technicolor, not twelve inches from her own nipples -
she had recourse to only one eventuality... the biggest
orgasm she had yet experienced.
I felt the young girl stiffening in enforced
preparation for the quake, even gave her right breast a
few illicit fondles to stimulate her further.
"I'd love to see you pose like that sweetheart" I
teased, concurrently increasing the pressure on the
front of her panties.
That did it. She just kinda slumped lower in the chair
and trembled from breast to crotch as the pleasured
release took its toll of her inexperienced but far from
unwilling young body.
The reader might be interested to know that I was
suffering an erection of almost painful intensity at
this juncture. This was made worse by the fact I could
hardly appease its requirements given the immediate
circumstances. Either I would have to go back on my
word and rape her silly or drag my wife to the carpet
and take her forcibly while the girl watched (not that
bad an alternative when you think about it I guess!)
As it happened, things were happening further along the
table that were taking-up the attention-span of both
girls. Poor old Katie, left to her own devices, had
gotten herself completely over the edge watching
Jaclyn's pursuit of happiness, whilst the young girl
herself seemed quite unsure how to handle my wife's
somewhat audible sexual resolution.
Any way you look at it though the scoreboard at that
stage read, Females 2: vs Males NIL.
"That was incredible," Jaclyn murmured, both hands
folded in her lap demurely but to the seasoned eye,
applying pressure to areas she shouldn't be. Not that I
was objecting.
"Well who would like to make themselves a little more
comfortable while I go get some refreshments?" I asked.
"What do you mean?" Jaclyn responded innocently, quite
obviously unfamiliar as yet with the way a man's mind
functions.
"I think he means the bedroom sweetie,' Katie grinned.
"You promised you weren't going to rape me?" she pouted
prettily, yet looking up with major-league trepidation
as I walked towards the kitchen.
"And nor will I Jaclyn," I reassured her. "Katie will
go with you, you'll be fine. Now what drink would you
like honey, Sprite, Coke, OJ?"
Opting for a coke, she vacated the chair and obviously
an adherent of the belief that there is greater
protection in numbers, followed Katie to the hallway. I
could have watched that receding rear-end and curvy
little waist until both disappeared from sight. From
memory, now I think of it, I did just that!
Both girls were kneeling up on our Queen when I carried
the tray of drinks into the bedroom - handing a glass
to each. I could have used a JD and ice myself, but
didn't figure that breathing alcoholic fumes over a
thirteen year old girl might be conducive to my cause.
Perched up on that coverlet, really presented Jaclyn in
a desirable light. Watching my twenty-seven year old
wife hovering in close proximity to her, wasn't
dampening the imagery either I have to admit. I can't
say for sure what thoughts were running through Katie's
head right then but it's probably just as well that
Jaclyn was unaware of mine.
Strangely, the bizarre nature of the gathering wasn't
reflected in our immediate interaction. She was quite
forthcoming about her home-life, school and her desire
to be an elementary teacher. She just sat there between
us, hugging her knees when not sipping her coke -
presenting for all the world, a normal parent-daughter
chat.
With this familiarity though was developing a hands-on
need from my viewpoint to possess that enticingly
beautiful body. Her fresh young scent was captivating
and the way she would smile sometimes when making a
point or subconsciously smooth her skirt beneath her as
she listened to one of us, was achingly attractive. I
remember looking across at Katie who understood without
the need for words, the effect Jaclyn was having -
probably on both of us.
I have never mentioned this before but my wife, who I
stress is totally heterosexual in orientation, would be
the first to understand the appeal of a girl like
Jaclyn. I have in the past teased her frequently by
saying that given the chance, I figured she would
somewhat enjoy a few illicit moments exploring the
highways and byways of a willing young female. Not once
did she ever deny it I have to say. This then was
definitely my one chance to test that theory and I sure
as Hell wasn't going to pass it up!
Suitably refreshed I was pretty sure we wouldn't be
needing Cathy's involvement any further. As far as I
was concerned she could splay herself on that couch in
all manner of positions for the rest of the night. What
sat on our bed fully dressed, left her posturing for
dead.
Not claiming to be the world's foremost authority on
such things but in recent years I have discovered that
the best way to arouse any girl of most any age - is to
kiss her. Does wonders for me too! She just happened to
turn her head in my direction at the right time and I
had no hesitation in holding her around the waist and
kissing her gently on those wonderfully soft teenage
lips.
I sensed rather than heard Katie's intake of breath and
hoped this was on account of my actions being equally
arousing to her rather than causing anything in the way
of insecurity or distaste. I mean let's face it, it
takes an awesome degree of trust to be accepting of
your husband kissing a thirteen-year old girl not four
feet from your own lips... even if you do plan on some
involvement yourself!
Jaclyn not only smelt good, she tasted even better. I
find the way a girl just melts into you when you have
her number lip-wise - utterly appealing. Kissing her
with perceptibly increased passion, I took the
opportunity to lay her back atop the covers, her head
resting on the pillow with her shoulder-length blonde
hair splayed out rather attractively. It was not a time
to ignore those tiny breasts of hers and so enclosing
her right swelling, for such it could only be
described, I allowed my hand to squeeze the softness
within.
Maybe on account of the fact she was recalling earlier
tactile pleasures, but she wriggled her hips
momentarily and presented her lips for on-going kisses.
My response was to begin smoothing my palm across both
breasts which visually was as appealing as it was a
sensory delight. First gear was unquestionably engaged
though, at the point Katie's hand reached across from
the far side and began fondling the girl's left breast.
I was well able to feel Jaclyn's nipples hardening
beneath her top. I'm sure Katie was equally aware of
this little development across her side also.
Having both her breasts stimulated together fast-
tracked Jaclyn to pleasure central. I wouldn't call
them moans exactly - after all she was way too
inexperienced, but what was issuing from her mouth
between kisses, were definitely some sort of pleasured
sighs. Probably reacting on sheer instinct, but she put
her arms over her head suddenly and allowed us free
rein to grope her. I caught Katie's eye (Jaclyn's were
closed for a moment) and nodded towards her chest. She
caught my meaning and then both of us inclined our
heads to the prostrate girl and began kissing and
nuzzling her breasts right through that soft material.
"Oh God, this is so sexy," Katie muttered. She wasn't
far wrong!
Quite obviously no-one was going to rest on their
laurels given this playing field. I can't recall now
which of us began undoing the girl's top first but I do
recall the moment at which that virtual training-bra
was first exposed to our vitally interested gaze.
Having caressed and fondled her a few times, we slipped
a finger inside our respective cup and began to
stimulate the girl's nipples further. Jaclyn was
wriggling like mad now and quite unconsciously I
imagine, thrusting her breasts upwards to facilitate
our contact with them.
Relieving her of her top was but the work of a moment
and how much better did she look like that?
Nor did she appear to resist when we each slipped a bra
strap down her arm totally freeing up her breasts from
their delicate little restraints. We could now both see
clearly that which we had been formerly molesting with
such aggravated zeal.
She was a total doll and it behooves me to say that as
we both closed our lips around those sexy girlish
teats, drawing down on her like hungry children
ourselves, she began emitting sounds of unadulterated
pleasure. I could have suckled her till the last Arab
converted to Christianity. I think Katie came close.
Whether by preference or simply it was some unspoken
feminine bonding kicking-in, but Jaclyn soon after,
turned on her side to face Katie. This presented me
with the hitherto unsighted aspect of the young girl's
naked back, flared hips and well rounded bottom,
tightly clad as it was by that light green skirt.
Kissing her between her shoulder blades brought a soft
cry of surprise followed by a giggly "that tickles."
That's not all it was doing my friends!
I was actually planning my next move when something
happened to temporarily halt my thought processes.
Jaclyn pulled Katie to her and they kissed - if not
passionately then most certainly arousingly. This be
assured, was no contrived internet smooch between a
couple of ageing hoes, but something hot enough to melt
titanium. My erection tightened up a couple of notches
on the spot, while what must have been happening over
Katie's neck of the woods in selectably non-mentionable
areas, one can only speculate upon.
Having a teenage girl, half naked to boot, wedged up
alongside you does offer some interesting
possibilities. Seeing her embracing your wife and the
two of them lost in their own world of blissful
contact, is enough to warp one's sanity. Luckily I
still had vague control of mine. Slipping my hand up
beneath Jaclyn's skirt right about then, it seemed like
a progressive move to begin easing that tight little
hem upwards.
This achieved two things. Firstly to reveal exactly
what panties she had on - and for me at least - pink
knickers on a teenie do get me to first base! Secondly
the gradual exposure of her hot little bottom together
with that delightfully naughty cleft semi-concealed
there between her cheeks, scored big-time on my "things
I'd like to do to her" chart.
Again, Jaclyn managed to steal my thunder by the
simplest of religious acts - the laying-on of
hands....hers, on Katie's left breast!
My pulse was now undoubtedly skirting cardiac trauma.
To see the two of them kissing like that, both
squeezing and rubbing the other's breasts (albeit
Katie's were still covered of course) was a resounding
call to arms. Had I not promised Jaclyn rape was off
the menu, she would already have been pregnant.
Unable to decide which was the hotter - the gradual
exposure of the young girl's panty-covered rear end, or
seeing her groping my wife like there was no tomorrow -
left me in a quandary. Unwilling to toss a coin, I
figured I would simply go with the flow. Ultimately,
trying for the best of both worlds, I allowed my hands
the luxury of smoothing their way across those sexy
cheeks whilst kissing her the length of her spine.
Giggles mixed-in with wriggles just upped the ante.
What else was there to do but unzip that skirt?
That at least got a reaction.
"Not my skirt," she pleaded, "You can't leave me in
just my panties."
"Well maybe you'd feel better sweetheart if I take some
of Katie's clothes off?" I added, in as conciliatory a
tone as I could muster.
In roughly the same time as it took for my words to
register with the under-age breast fondler across the
way, I was behind her and being quite naughty.
"C'mon Katie, let's have your dress off?" I teased. "Ya
gotta take the good with the bad hun. Can't expect free
rein with blondie here while you're still fully
attired. Give the kid a break now"
Jaclyn burst out laughing but stopped abruptly as I
managed to unzip my wife's dress and forcibly tug it
over her head. I think the uncovered sight of her
acutely well shaped breasts, now two thirds free of her
bra, somewhat sobered the kid up. The fact that she
began tentatively squeezing the contents of Katie's
left bra-cup would suggest she had found something she
really liked!
Katie of course squeaked in fake shock and
mortification but lost no time I noted, in returning
her lips to the younger girl's nipples. Better still,
she had on my favorite light blue panties with lace
edging. How could one doubt the existence of God this
night, I recall thinking.
Taking up my former position behind Miss "I-know-I'm-
acting-shy-but-I'm-not-really," I turned my attentions
once more to that awesomely brief skirt, semi-crumpled
up her thighs as it now was. Despite her protestations,
I had it off her in moments and if you think some of
those girls in Playboy or Hustler are sexy as all Hell,
you have been sadly misled my friend.
A lithe and giggly thirteen-year old girl lying on your
bed and clad in no more than a tight pair of light pink
panties, having her rather cute little breasts suckled
by another girl as you observe her hips and bottom in
full wriggling mode, is worth a substantially shortened
life-span - take my word for it!
Jaclyn's aspect from the rear was painfully tempting.
How much did that curvy little bottom just beg for a
prolonged spanking? Figuring that she may not share my
enthusiasm for such, I decided to curb my wayward urges
and slipped instead, my hand down the back of her
panties.
Eliciting cries of probable embarrassment and an
audible "that's naughty," I caressed for the longest
time, both those soft cheeks. The upshot of my
endeavors being that my erection was now nudging the
red-line. Reaching around to cup her pussy, if not
worse - I was shocked to find other fingers had usurped
my plan. Katie I determined, was already fingering the
girl stupid. No wonder she had been wriggling so much!
Just looking over Jaclyn's shoulder I caught Katie's
eyes and she smiled back, replete in the knowledge that
I had discovered her mischief. "Oh well," I thought to
myself - she has always wanted to do this, who am I to
rain on her digital parade?
Giving the sighing young girl a last kiss in the middle
of her back that had her arching her spine in pleasure,
I manoeuvred myself across the bed, behind my wife.
Able now to see clearly the two of them kissing,
playing with and nuzzling each other's breasts and
Katie's free hand well down inside the girl's panties,
I was a happy man.
So happy in fact, I unhooked Katie's bra and tugged it
down. She gasped in shock and made with some shallow
resistance until Jaclyn's small hand began fondling her
breasts and nipples like a professional masseur. That
had her moaning with genuine lustful pleasure and my
slipping a hand inside her own pink frillies to begin
stimulating her already erect clitoral nub, brought few
objections but several soft cries of sexual
encouragement.
Jaclyn I could see was three quarters back down the
path to orgasmic solace. Legs spread, her breathing
uneven and those outrageously sexy little nipples
standing to attention as a result of Kate's
ministrations, my own condition was terminal. I needed
absolution!
Nothing for it but to rape someone. Katie I knew
wouldn't mind, so having divested myself of my trousers
(funny how men can still be shy around young girls) I
positioned myself where rearward entry to my wife's
vaginal haven was simply a matter of holding her
panties to one side and prising her legs further apart.
Let's just say that further foreplay was not necessary
since Katie's pussy was at high tide already. Even as I
entered her with none to delicate a warning, Jaclyn's
expression was priceless. "OMG is he fucking you?" she
gasped.
Silly question really, it was either that or my wife's
lower extremities had suddenly developed an acute case
of Parkinsons.
Funny the effect my actions had on Katie. She suddenly
pulled Jaclyn to her and the two of them began kissing
so passionately I knew at once the visuals were gonna
get me over the line in record time. Such was the case
and even as I found myself staring at the few drops of
moisture now forming around Jaclyn's embryonic
cleavage, I bequeathed one doozey of a sperm count well
up inside Katie's welcoming receptacle. Her outbound
phraseography confirmed my impression that she had
enjoyed the coupling.
I felt soo much better!
So too did Jaclyn I noticed. By necessity it seems,
since Katie was suddenly taken up with her own
procreative duties, the little minx had taken things
into her own hands as it were.
"Mmmmm," she was purring, one hand well up between her
own legs still. How I envied it!
Wasn't a whole lot to say after that. We just all lay
on the bed together for a while. With Jaclyn back
between us, we kissed her some more, fondled her both
singly and together but yet, observing her plea we not
remove her panties.
Having some magic left to discover is always
beneficial.
(c) Peter_Pan
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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