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Babysitting the Babysitter 2: Highway To Hell
by Peter_Pan (uds3@hotmail.com)

***

Fantasising about the babysitter is hardly anything 
new, well, is it? Its when the sitter has designs on 
the parent, not to mention his daughter, ya got 
problems. (Mf, ped, bi, mast, inc, 1st)

***

An almost uneasy silence befell the three of us. One is 
limited conversationally you can appreciate, having - 
in company with your equally depraved wife - just 
rounded up a tour of duty, sexually dealing with a 
thirteen-year old schoolgirl for the past hour or so.

Watching the young girl get dressed however more than 
made up for the lull in interactive dialogue. Katie I 
noticed, was not reticent in helping Jaclyn back into 
her flimsy little bra. Certainly my own talents are 
more geared towards the removal of such items. 

"Will you need me to sit Kylie next week?" Jaclyn 
asked, smoothing down her skirt, quite as if she had 
just cleaned up a plate of cookies with her glass of 
Pepsi. Well If that wasn't a glint of utter 
satisfaction in her cheeky little face, I don't know 
what was.

"Matter of fact Jaclyn," I grinned at her, "We might 
just take you up on that offer." I looked across at 
Katie. "Aren't we scheduled to have dinner with the 
Pattersons next Friday?" Still in seeming denial of the 
last hour or so, she managed but a nod.

"Well there you are sweetheart," I beamed. "We'll see 
you back here 6.30 pm Friday... right?" 

I glanced across at Katie. "Can you take her home hun, 
got a few database edits I just have to get finished 
for a client by the morning."

"Oh... y-yeah - sure," she stuttered, recovering a 
degree of composure as she collected her car keys from 
the rack by the front door. "You ready Jaclyn?" she 
asked, turning to the girl.

Handing me a smile designed to send my hormonal 
regulators into meltdown, she merely said, "Goodnight 
Mr. Baker." It was way less than her body language 
conveyed.

I had barely set up the editing screen when I heard 
Katie pulling-in to our rear driveway. A transmission 
in its death agonies does have its own aural signature.

"Do you think she'll say anything?" Katie asked 
nervously, standing behind me with her hands on my 
shoulders. 

"You mean other than "Do I have to go home now?" I 
suggested.

"Be serious just for once," she chided.

"Look Katie," I replied, "We have a full-length video 
of her rubbing our seven-year old daughter's pussy 
every which way for God's sake. You think she's gonna 
risk anyone finding out about that? No she won't be 
telling her parents – trust me. Besides, it's our word 
against hers." Then glancing towards the bookcase 
behind us, "and also, I hardly think her starring role 
in that in-house porn movie we just shot, is gonna help 
her case any, do you?

"I'm just worried," she replied softly.

"Me too," I countered, "worried she might not turn up 
next Friday."

"You're disgusting," Katie muttered.

**

The week in fact seemed to slow-up as Friday 
approached. Following a late snowfall, I had Katie ring 
Jaclyn's place to see if she needed picking-up but 
evidently she had already set out on foot. 

We were just clearing away the last of Kylie's dinner 
plates, when I noticed through the dining-room windows, 
Jaclyn climbing the steps gingerly to our porch. 

"Hi sweetie," I said breezily. How cute did she look 
right at that moment with flakes of snow in her hair 
and a flushed little face brought on by the chill. I 
relieved her of her coat, wanting desperately to 
relieve her of so much else. Judging by her expression, 
I figured she'd worked that out for herself.

Kylie was out of her chair and hugging her already. 
Instantly, images of her being "tickled" stupid 
resurrected themselves on the re-play screen. What were 
the odds of it happening again tonight? I wondered. I'm 
sure Katie was tossing around the same ponderance.

"Ok Kylie, now you can stay-up with Jaclyn till 7.30. 
OK?" I told her. "But I want her up in her room and 
asleep by eight at the latest Jaclyn." I added, 
emphasising the point with a nod up towards her bedroom 
loft. 

"Sure Mr. Baker, I'll make sure she is." Jaclyn 
replied, at that moment the very image of respectful 
compliance.

"Opening my arms to her, Kylie ran over and hugged me. 
"Goodnight daddy, see you in the morning." Still in her 
school uniform she looked the image of girlish 
innocence – which of course was exactly the case.

Hugging her mom she then took Jaclyn's hand and began 
dragging her to the stairs, intent I imagine on showing 
her something in her room she had most likely made 
during craft that afternoon.

As we negotiated access to the rear laneway Katie 
looked across at me. "You think Jaclyn will "do" 
anything to her while we're out?"

"Nothing that's gonna leave a lasting impression 
anyway." I replied smiling. "Given the photographic 
evidence my sweet, I'd say she'll play it pretty 
straight for a while."

"Hope you're right.' She murmured. I figured it best 
not to elaborate upon my preferences right that second.

**

Maybe the Pattersons' roast hadn't quite arrived at the 
cutting edge of culinary grandeur. Perhaps my mind was 
on other things, but either way I found the 
conversation that night to be as boring as the food. 
Thus using the completely true (as it happened) yet 
double-edged escape clause, "Hey guys, we promised the 
baby-sitter we'd be back early" we took our leave at 
9.45. Katie almost beamed at me I noticed.

"Oh you're back already?" Jaclyn smiled up at us from 
the lounge in the TV room as we filed in the front 
door. The words were certainly not tinged with any 
regret that I could detect. Sitting there in her 
school-dress still, hands folded demurely in her lap, 
she looked far tastier than anything recently on offer 
at the Pattersons' dinner table. 

"Would you like a soda or some other drink Jaclyn?" 
Katie enquired as she headed for the kitchen. I sat 
down alongside the girl. She was watching Spielberg's 
Gremlins of all things.

"Could I have just a Sprite please?" she called out to 
my wife. Another of those wonderfully hot little smiles 
fed my ego no end.

"That's a pretty old movie sweetheart," I said to her. 
"Way older than you even... getting on for ten years 
before you were born can you believe?"

"I know," she giggled, "But I've always wanted to see 
it and you have so many dvds here." In truth, nudging 
eight hundred as there are, she definitely was on track 
with that comment.

Watching intently as Stripe and his followers were 
conspiring to give Phoebe Cates a veritable night of 
hell behind the bar, I studied Jaclyn's somewhat cute 
changing expressions. Whether sexually motivated or 
just plain protective an action - I really couldn't 
volunteer, but slipping my arm around her shoulders at 
that moment achieved two things. Having the young girl 
react by snuggling into my shoulder and secondly – a 
desire to slip my arm around other things. 

I might have prolonged such contemplation had she not 
suddenly inclined her face towards me, making it fully 
obvious she wanted to be kissed. One does not wallow in 
self-doubt at such times. Better even than short-term 
memory recalled, her lips were sweetness incarnate. 

With the practised efficiency of one many years her 
senior, she swung herself, quite without warning, 
across my knee, ending up in a seated position on my 
lap, both arms around my neck and barely missing a beat 
so far as that under-age but over-needful mouth was 
concerned. That trace of girlish perfume was no traitor 
to her cause either, in fact coupled with the sensation 
of her compact little rear-end up against my crotch 
now, I was feeling decidedly squirrelly.

Placing my arms around her waist, I allowed both hands 
to drop marginally to encircle her bottom. The good 
news was – she allowed it too! Barely had I pulled her 
to me, when the front of that school-dress began to 
provide a fully indecent view of areas of her anatomy 
no thirteen-year old should have on display. She 
giggled seductively as she picked-up on my line of 
vision..

"You're being naughty Mr. Baker," she whispered, 
leaning inwards even further. 

If my hands hadn't been so taken-up with fondling her 
rear cheeks right that moment, I would have given both 
those developing breasts a gentle squeeze.

"Jeeze Noel, I leave you alone for barely two minutes 
and you're full-on misbehaving." Katie was posed in the 
doorway, drinks in hand.

Having in mind to plead the innocent bystander, I 
realised swiftly that any such defense strategy would 
be destined to failure, so instead, I lowered my face 
from Jaclyn's and kissed her right breast which brought 
forth a couple of gasps. One from the young girl, the 
other from Katie herself as she sank down on the couch 
beside us. 

Having no more than to whisper in her ear and Jaclyn 
compliantly manoeuvered herself on to her knees so that 
she was straddling my lap, facing me. Having unfettered 
access now, I slipped a hand up beneath the hem of her 
dress and sought-out the warmth between her slim 
thighs. 

Whatever Phoebe Cates was up to on screen behind us – 
be assured no-one was interested.

Feeling my way higher, the back of my hand brushed the 
front of the young girl's panties which caused her to 
wriggle her hips and sigh gently. Smoothing my hands 
across her bottom I pulled her yet closer and kissed 
her with a passion that is usually reserved for more 
established partners.

In line with my own burgeoning desire, Jaclyn was 
beginning to breathe hard and to wriggle about on my 
lap in what could only be termed a suggestive manner. 
Again I located the front of her panties and began 
tracing that hot little cleft down between her legs 
with my middle finger. 

Rubbing her there through the soft material I could 
feel her thrusting hard up against my fingers with her 
hips. What was happening between my own legs would have 
been no less obvious to her than it was to me.

"Take her panties off." issued from Katie's lips. 
Glancing across at my wife, the reason for so 
undiplomatic a request was immediately obvious. Her 
hand deep inside her own undies, she was rapidly 
closing-in on the world record for a self-induced 
orgasm.

Wishing to avail her of every opportunity for success 
here, I tugged Jaclyn's dress up and grasping the 
waistband of her tight little knickers peeled them 
downwards. It took but the slightest co-operation on 
her part to slip them past her knees and then off one 
ankle ahead of the other.

Able now to separate her labia and to softly finger her 
the length of her young pussy she was trembling with 
what must have been a mixture of real-time pleasure and 
first-time trepidation.

For myself I was trembling with anxiety – with the fear 
that this could all be a dream – one that I might wake 
up from any second!

Dreams though, tend not to come with a definable sound-
track and as I began sinking my index finger up to the 
knuckle in that unequivocably tight little channel 
between her legs, Jaclyn was beginning to murmur in 
pleasured response whilst controlling the depth of such 
incursion by judicious wriggling of her slim hips.

"Is that hurting you sweetheart?" I whispered. Looking 
at me almost pleadingly, she shook her pretty head.

Glancing across at Katie, whose eyes appeared to be 
riveted on the activities being transacted beneath 
Jaclyn's school-dress – not that she could perceive 
anything of a dexterous nature, I could see that her 
right hand was engaged in subtle purpose itself – at 
least her fingers were. I think I might have married a 
fully committed sexual deviate! 

Now might not be the time to describe exactly what 
effect fingering the babysitter was having on my own 
chromosomal unrest. That I wanted to replace that 
finger with something more substantial is beyond 
argument. The question has to be asked though, was that 
the girl's preference also? I was hardly about to ask!

Still wanting to be kissed, I could sense Jaclyn had 
reached the precipice. When a girl's eyes begin to 
glaze perceptibly, its definitely time! Even as her 
body started trembling, I increased the pressure on her 
clitoral nub and with my spare hand, began gently 
fondling her breasts. 

Her mouth opened in silent bliss and as the orgasm took 
control of her body she whimpered softly and held 
herself steady, both hands on my shoulders, head tossed 
back, eyes fully closed. I felt her thrusting her small 
vaginal mound hard against my fingers, coaxing that 
last vestige of tremulous pleasure from between her 
legs.

I was aware of Katie's own concurrent finality but to 
be honest, was too taken up with my own intimate 
indulgencies to assign the fact more than a passing 
recognition.

At the point Jaclyn collapsed against me, all I could 
think of was "Two down, one to go!" She could not 
possibly have failed to notice my straining erection 
beneath her I reasoned, as she had sunk to my lap, her 
fully naked bottom (covered as it was by her school-
dress) in direct contact with my penile disharmony. 
Moments later she looked up at me smiling like a 
Cheshire cat. She knew all right!

"Why's Jaclyn sitting on you like that daddy?" speared 
us into the real-time. No one had heard Kylie wander 
down from her bedroom. Fully understandable really 
given the circumstances.

Whilst the babysitter and I must have looked like a 
pair of jack-rabbits caught in the glare of oncoming 
headlights, Katie was able to maintain some decorum, 
making light of the situation by saying, "They're just 
playing sweetheart." So saying, she put her arms out 
and Kylie, half asleep still by the look of it, drifted 
over to her.

Clambering up on Katie's knee and rubbing her eyes 
still she looked across at us and in all innocence 
asked "Are you tickling Jaclyn like she tickles me 
daddy?" 

I'm not sure which of us was the most embarrassed. 
Jaclyn for being reminded of her tactile indiscretions 
or me for the complicit knowledge I retained of the 
event at hand. The babysitter blushed, I just felt my 
erection pressing ever harder against Jaclyn's curvy 
little rear cheeks.

Utterly wicked thoughts of actually witnessing the 
young teenager pursuing her illicit preference for 
rubbing my daughter's panties coursed through me. 
Discounting the likelihood of Katie showing any 
indignation, I smiled at Kylie.

"Well I don't know how she tickles you honey? Want to 
show me?"

I heard Jaclyn's gasp of shocked surprise, closely 
followed by that of my wife. Then in the process of 
easing the little blonde off my lap on to the sofa 
between us, whilst striving to conceal my own 
"condition" let's say, her skirt flared up momentarily.

"Oh wow Jaclyn," Kylie gasped open-mouthed, "How come 
you're sitting on daddy without your panties on? That's 
naughty." I could see Katie's arms hugging her tighter 
around the waist. It didn't take much to imagine my 
wife's hands slipping down inside those cute little 
PJs. Was Katie transmitting on a similar wavelength? I 
pondered.

"Your dad took them off me Kylie," Jaclyn giggled anew.

"Ohh, so he could tickle you better?" my daughter asked 
in all innocence. 

"Hmmm – something like that," she replied, looking up 
at me with a renewed tease-factor. Katie was just about 
speechless.

"Well show us how Jaclyn tickles you sweetie?" Katie 
muttered, scooping her up off her lap and glancing at 
me with knowing intent. 

The game was definitely on!

Jaclyn looked up at me in panic as Kylie seated herself 
somewhat delicately on her knee.

"I can't do it now," she muttered, both arms around the 
young girl's waist now and hugging her tightly. "You 
know I can't!"

"Can't what Jaclyn? tickle me?" Kylie retorted. "Of 
course you can!"

I just about creamed myself as she parted the legs of 
her silky little PJ's fractionally and glanced 
downwards. The expression right then on my wife's face 
was one of mortified anguish – tinged with hope I 
think!"

"I don't mind – really " Kylie told her. "Show dad how 
you tickle me Jaclyn, I like it! "Mmmm..."   

Whether a proponent of the "No fear" set, or she was 
just one incorrigibly horny little teenager I can't 
say, but with but a solitary glance at my wife, she 
slipped a hand down between Kylie's legs and proceeded 
to rub her in that hottest of girlish locales. My 
daughter began to giggle uncontrollably whilst 
wriggling about on her abuser's lap. I think my tongue 
was hanging out at this stage.

"Tickle Jaclyn daddy," she blurted out, "I want you to 
do it to her too."

I glanced across at Katie who merely conveyed her 
assent by the slightest inclination of her head. I 
wondered if she might be contemplating an imminent 
return to her former self-help program.

Slipping a hand up beneath the hem of her school-dress, 
not only was the heat intense - I discovered, closing 
in on that sexiest of little pussies, that the back of 
my hand was now in direct contact with the underside of 
my seven year old daughter's wriggling bottom, 
separated in fact by no more than the thin material of 
Jaclyn's dress. 

This was a situation quite outside my immediate comfort 
zone, but certainly one I could learn to acclimatize 
myself to. Even as my fingers once again sought out 
Jaclyn's under-age ingress I could not repress the 
knowledge that my own daughter's was but four inches or 
so above it and being probed expertly by so deviate a 
teenager.

With both girls now giggling unrestrainedly, feeding 
off the other's somewhat compromised position, I 
noticed Katie kneeling now at Jaclyn's feet, taking a 
keen interest in the anatomical area of our daughter's 
body to which the older girl was applying her special 
brand of digitised therapy.

"Ohh, I see Kylie," she murmured, "That's where she 
'tickles' you is it?" like it was really no big deal. I 
brought a halt to my own upskirt intrusion and for just 
a few moments we all resembled a normal family.

"Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" I asked of the 
general assembly. 

"Why is Jaclyn going to your bedroom mommy?" Kylie 
asked immediately.

"Er, just to show her some jewelry I don't want any 
more sweetheart," Katie lied effortlessly. "But you 
young lady are going back to your bed – right now. Its 
way too late for you to be up anyway!" 

Ever the logical thinker, she looked up at her mother 
with furrowed brow. "But mom, Jaclyn's only thirteen, 
shouldn't she be going home now?"

Wisely avoiding any discussion on the subject, she 
simply took Kylie's hand and disengaged her from 
Jaclyn's lap. One last kiss for each of us and she 
headed back (with obvious reluctance) upstairs to her 
attic bedroom.

It had been a master-stroke I was thinking, could we 
otherwise have controlled the situation given the 
escalating sexual tension and the ease with which those 
silky little PJ's might have been removed in a moment 
of unhinged passion.

Jaclyn it must be admitted, showed not the least 
reticence to subsequently accompany us to our bedroom. 
Pushing the door to, I was what you might termed 
stunned when our young guest climbed up on to the 
coverlet, lay herself back invitingly on the pillows 
and asked in little more than a whisper. "Are you going 
to fuck me tonight Mr. Baker?"

I looked across at Katie who was equally lost for a 
suitable come-back.

"Er, is that something you would like me to do 
sweetie?" I replied.

Her taking a hold of the hem of her dress before 
tugging the material up to her hips thus exposing her 
pussy in all its juvenile perfection – kinda answered 
that question. Kate and I, exchanging incredulous 
glances, sat ourselves down on the bed either side of 
her.

Gently laying my hand on her thigh she spread her legs 
wide and giggled softly as I began to trace that 
wonderfully smooth and barely furred channel its full 
enticing length. 

"Shall we take your dress off Jaclyn?" Katie asked 
softly and receiving a nod, leaned behind her, unzipped 
the school-dress and pulled it over the girl's head. 
That skimpy little bra followed but seconds later. She 
may have been only thirteen but I'm here to tell you, 
those light brown nipples were most assuredly primed 
for more than a trip to the ice-cream parlor. Fully 
naked, she was nothing short of temptation incarnate – 
a living dream to rival the most outlandish fantasy on 
offer.

Quite obviously mesmerised, both Katie and I raised our 
hands towards the girls beautifully formed but still 
developing breasts and gently caressed those nipples. 
She sighed in pleasure and raised her arms over her 
head closing her eyes momentarily. Even as Katie 
lowered her face to the girl's chest, her lips closing 
around her left breast that she began to suckle gently, 
I positioned myself between Jaclyn's legs and 
extricated that which had reached the point of fevered 
distress.

My formative incursions at sub-clitoral level certainly 
brought those pretty eyes open in a hurry.

"Ohhh ouch!" she giggled, "That hurts a bit!"

"Katie took a break from her fondling and suckling 
duties and observing the lie of the land offered the 
quite useless comment. "Have to be very gentle with her 
– she's only thirteen." 

"Tossing her a "thanks that's a huge help" glance, I 
re-aligned my penile perspective and attempted to gain 
headway at the lowest feasible point. Jaclyn winced 
however and wriggled in understandable discomfort. 

"Maybe we should give this a miss sweetheart." I 
volunteered, hating myself seconds afterwards for my 
chivalrous but risky offer.

"No please... I want you to fuck me," Jaclyn pleaded, 
spreading her legs even wider. God help me... did I 
want to comply?

"I have an idea," Katie said "Just wait there!"

Re-emerging from the bathroom, she knelt down beside 
the girl and began applying what appeared to be some 
kind of lubricant. to the girl's hymenal area. Watching 
her do that was no hardship to be sure. She then handed 
me the tube, adding, "Use a heap yourself too."

Finally, placing a pillow beneath Jaclyn's hips which 
had the effect of making her cute little slit even more 
pronounced, we returned to the killing fields.

Even with an intact hymen, a girl still has sufficient 
a point of entry (even at thirteen) to facilitate a 
small finger, if not other things, so concentrating on 
that smallest of pluses I applied renewed pressure, 
whilst Katie returned to suckling duties which 
certainly took Jaclyn's mind off other less pleasant 
works-in-progress.

After maybe ten minutes of imperceptible advance, 
although I knew I was making headway (as it were) 
Jaclyn's over-riding need was rivalling my own.

"Push it in me," she begged, wriggling her hips almost 
impatiently.

Call me obedient or what, but it really was time. Her 
cry of pain was brief though significant, but I was now 
behind enemy lines. I cannot describe the pleasures to 
be had sinking deep inside her tightest of tight 
conclaves that first time. I don't think we can 
discount her own rush either as she cried out for me to 
push in harder and deeper.

There was blood yes, but not much really and encouraged 
by Katie herself to fuck her stupid – I did just that. 
What I ended up expressing into her vaginal chamber was 
both quality and quantity. Katie was smiling every much 
as broadly as the babysitter by that stage. It was of 
course now her turn.

"Are you going to fuck her now?" Jaclyn asked, as she 
lay there giggling, one hand between her legs allowing 
some excess semen that was trickling out of her to run 
over her fingers as she probed her own cruelly abused 
little pussy.

Obviously content to allow the girl to watch her own 
intercoursal progress, Katie made herself comfy on the 
coverlet as I tugged her panties down, tossing them in 
the far corner. 

I may have been short on stock-levels but at the point 
Jaclyn leant across and began fondling Katie's right 
breast rather sensually – I was high on commitment!

No more than seconds from re-entry when the bedroom 
door behind us opened unexpectedly.

"I can't get to sleep mommy," she muttered. 

It was only then Kylie saw the interactive tableau on 
the bed. Not sure whether she smiled or frowned right 
that instant – all I was thinking was where we might 
find a priest at that time of night.

© Peter_Pan 2007

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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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