Tales of the Pandeic 5 - Renee the Babysitter

- by Alvo Torelli, June, 2020

(M+f, b+f, Ff, humil, bond, best, con, gang)

Author's Note: This is the third Renee the Babysitter story. If you'd rather read the other stories first, go here . If you'd like to read my other Tales of the Pandemic - go here . Andjust so you know what you're getting into - this is a 7-part story of just over 60,000 words.

Part I: Contest

"Oh my god! Mom! You have got to loosen up. I want to babysit the Richardson boys. I know Mr. Richardson needs help right now. He has to work from home during the shelter-in-place rules and those two rowdy boys are probably driving him crazy!" In reality, of course, Renee simply couldn't stand being trapped at home during the stupid pandemic. Thoughts of teasing Jack Richardson and his two young sons with her fine young fifteen-year-old body were driving her crazy. Especially after she'd read and reread those naughty, sexy fantasies her friend had written about her. She just had to get out of the house!

Renee's mother wasn't stupid. She knew perfectly well that Renee's interest in "helping" Jack Richardson wasn't just about babysitting. Sometimes she imagined "helping" Jack herself - he was a handsome man - and she'd often wondered just what her precocious and attractive fifteen-year-old daughter might be trying to get up to over at Jack's house. She wasn't about to let any hanky-panky ensue, even if her daughter was driving her fucking insane. God, three weeks with everyone trapped in the house was hell! Would the governor ever lift the 'stay at home' order?

But when the phone rang, it wasn't Jack Richardson who called begging for help with child care. It was Camilla Jackson.

"Oh Camilla, it's so nice to hear from you," Renee's mother said with a real smile. She was quite fond of Camilla Jackson, the mother of one of the boys Renee had babysat for, young Jayden. Camilla was an impressive professional woman - some sort of engineer. "What's that? Renee? Well, I don't know, I mean... I suppose. But..." She listened to Camilla for several minutes as a frustrated Renee looked on.

"Mom! What does she..." Renee hissed, but her mother shushed her.

"I don't know," mom said into the phone, ignoring Renee. "She still has a few weeks of school - I don't see how that would work..." She listened to Camilla for several more seconds as Renee squirmed with frustration. "Oh, yes, I see. I... I suppose that would be workable - I mean if Renee wanted to. 'Cause I do so worry about her with her father and I both having to go off to work every day. I've just been so afraid one of us will bring the damned virus home and then she'll get sick and... And with all of you staying in all the time, and getting deliveries and... Oh, let me just ask her!"

"Mom!" Renee blurted out in frustration.

Covering the phone, Renee's mother explained how Camilla had ended up with not just her son Jayden stuck at home - they also had three of Jayden's rowdy cousins staying with them! She desperately needed babysitting help since she and Jayden's father Jamal were both working hard from home. They wanted to know if Renee would be willing to become a live-in babysitter for the next few weeks until the shelter-in-place directives were lifted. She'd need to take care of the four boys during the day and make sure they did their school work - and she'd have to do her own schoolwork as well. But given the lockdown, Renee would have to move into their house and stay there all the time - she couldn't leave.

Renee's mother probably should have noticed the way her pretty daughter blushed at the mention of Jamal Jackson, but she missed the telltale sign. Renee's young mind quickly replayed the time Jamal had returned home early when she was babysitting Jayden and witnessed her playing with herself while reading a porn story on his computer. It was one of her favorite memories to relive - catching a reflection of the handsome man stroking his huge black cock as she got more and more excited - spreading her legs wider to give him a better view of what she was doing - cumming sooo hard on her trembling fingers - realizing at once how deeply she'd humiliated herself.

"Renee! Are you listening?" her mother barked and Renee snapped out of her daydream. "Do you want to go stay with the Jacksons or not? If you go, you'll have to stay for a long time. But they'll pay you quite well. You can stash it away for college."

"I, I..." Should she really do it? Stay in the same house as handsome Jamal Jackson, the only man she'd ever seen... It was frightening! But nothing could happen. Mrs. Jackson would be there too, all the time, working. Nothing could... Well, maybe... She'd need to take precautions! Was she ready for that?

"Renee! Answer the question!"

"Yes. Yeah, I want to. I like Jayden and I'm sure his cousins will be just as nice - even if they're a little rowdy."

And just like that, or rather one long, frustrating week later, after her Covid-19 test had come back negative, Renee the Babysitter packed a bag and prepared to move to a different house - a house with children to babysit and people to talk to. She was so excited, and just a touch nervous to be living under the same roof as handsome Jamal Jackson and his big, black... Oooh!

On Sunday, just after lunch, Renee rang the bell at Jackson's house and started her new life as a live-in babysitter.

"Oh Renee, dear, I'm so relieved to see you. You have no idea," Camilla Jackson said as she let Renee through the front door. "I really appreciate you starting on a Sunday. It'll be so much better to get you settled in before you have to deal with the boys' remote school. And yours too - we'll just have to learn how to juggle all of that." She smiled as she led Renee down a hall in the bedroom wing of the downstairs. "Now, I'm sure you know, we can't be too cautious these days," she said as she carefully wiped off Renee's small suitcase with a disinfecting cloth. "So I'm going to have to ask you to go straight into the bathroom and take a nice hot shower with lots of soap. Put all your clothes into the plastic bag in the bathroom and close it tight. I'll bring you some new clothes to wear as soon as I've made sure everything here is disinfected. Okay, dear?"

Renee didn't mind Camilla's request, she'd half expected it. Once she was naked and the warm water was caressing her smooth white skin, she let her imagination run away, just a bit. Maybe, just maybe - with Mr. Jackson, Jamal. He was soooo handsome. And she had taken precautions. And that big black cock she'd seen... oh! What would be like to have your first time be with such a big...? It wasn't just the shower making Renee wet between her legs. She realized Mrs. Jackson would be wondering what was taking her so long . With a blush of shame, she stepped out of the shower.

The bag of her clothes was gone! How? She didn't recognize the clothes carefully folded and left for her. Oh god, I can't wear these! she thought as she picked up the scant garments - a tiny top and a pair of hot pants - and no undergarments! She was staring in fear and confusion when she heard a voice at the door.

"Everything okay in there?" Camilla called through the door. "The boys are eager to meet you, dear."

"Oh! But, ah... these aren't my... these aren't my clothes, Mrs. Jackson," Renee stammered through the door.

"Oh, right, sweetie. Sorry. We can't use any of your clothes. Who knows what might be infected. I left you some of Jenna's clothes, ones she left behind when she went off to college this year. I thought they might fit. Did you know Jenna, dear, Jayden's sister? Well, never mind. Hurry up dear, the boys are waiting and you never know what they'll get up to."

"But..." Renee said, but her voice trailed off as she heard the receding steps of Camilla Jackson. There was nothing she could do but try on the garments that had been left for her.

Renee bit her lip and sucked in a breath to steady herself. She could do this, it would be okay.

She started with the top, pulling the stretchy red garment over her head. It was a tube top and as she pulled it on it was immediately clear that Jenna Jackson was a smaller, less busty girl than fifteen-year-old Renee. The slinky, shiny fabric stretched tight over her perfect young breasts. Her eyes flared at the sight of her nipples forming clear little points. Nothing about the shapely contours of Renee's breasts was left to the imagination as the clingy fabric stretched around them, almost more like paint than fabric. A thrill ran up her spine at the sight! Oh gosh, she wished she could wear this top around Jack Richardson and his twins! But oh, could she really go out into the Jackson household like this? Why had Camilla left her such an inappropriate garment?

A pair of shorts was next. They were very short and there were no panties to go with them! Made of similar stretchy material, the bright blue shorts were obviously too small for Renee's curvaceous form. But they were all she had, and they were just stretchy enough to pull up over her rounded hips. She gasped at the sight of her cute, heart-shaped ass perfectly caressed by the slinky fabric. The bottom third of each butt cheek was left uncovered. When she turned to face the mirror, she was presented with the unmistakeable camel toe between her legs. She blushed bright red. She couldn't go out there like this! She couldn't! But... oh god... What did all mean?

On the floor, Renee found a pair of high-heeled sandals. With growing dread and excitement she slipped them on to her bare white feet and stood. The mirror showed her the way the sandals forced her to tilt her pelvis forward, enhanced the contours of her shapely legs, and presented her naughty camel-toe. She looked so cheap and slutty! She blushed again as a thrill ran through her.

"Hey, Renee, come and meet my cousins!" The familiar voice of eleven-year-old Jayden Jackson came through the bathroom door. "Hurry up - everyone's looking forward to seeing a fresh face."

"Oh! Uh, just a minute Jayden," Renee called, looking at her 'fresh face' in the bathroom mirror - her pert nose, mid-length blonde hair, pretty eyes, and cornflower complexion. She saw a good girl, a wholesome sweet teen! But the sweet teen was dressed like a whore. She suddenly flashed on those times Jack's preteen boys had tried to grope her or called her mean names and it had secretly thrilled her. But this, this insane outfit, this was something different, something worse. What would they think of her? But... She couldn't go back home. It was so boring! This was something different, maybe a little exciting, a little dangerous. She looked in the mirror again. Oh god! No! But...

This was Renee's downfall - this unwanted excitement at the idea of being exposed and humiliated - and she knew it. Naively, she'd thought she could fight these feelings. But they were overwhelming. She knew she should back out now, demand her own clothes back, leave the house at once. But she was too weak, too young. Her pussy already tingled at the idea of young Jayden and his little cousins seeing her dressed like this.

Renee took a deep breath and opened the bathroom door.

Jayden Jackson's eyes nearly popped out of his head as the 'babysitter' stepped out of the hall bathroom. Ever since he'd started noticing girls, which wasn't really that long ago, he'd been envious of his friends, the Richardson twins, for having such a hot babysitter. He'd seen her several times over at their house, but Renee had only babysat at Jayden's house once about a year ago - and something bad had happened. He'd heard mom and dad yelling about it, but he didn't understand what it was. But surprisingly, here she was, in the flesh. And 'in the flesh' was the way to say it - jeez - he'd never seen clothes cling to a girl like this before! And so much pretty white skin! Damn.

"Um, uh... hey Renee." Renee heard Jayden stammer. "It's cool that you came to help out." She could practically feel the way his eyes were caressing every inch of her covered and uncovered skin. When had Jayden gotten so tall? He was only eleven, but nearly as tall as her. "So, ah, come on. I'll introduce you to my cousins."

Renee followed the boy to the family room, where another boy a bit younger than Jayden was intent on playing a video game on a huge flat screen.

"This is my cousin Taylor," Jayden said. "He's the runt of the bunch but he's pretty good at Kosmic Killers. Hey, Taylor, say hi to Renee - your babysitter, dipshit."

"I don't need a fucking ba.... holy motherfuck!" The younger boy said as he turned, caught sight of Renee's outrageous outfit, and dropped his game control with a crash. Like Jayden, his huge black eyes roamed over every square inch of the blonde girl, who couldn't help blush, especially at the way he stared at the telltale signs of her pert nipples.

"Yeah, well, you're the youngest, so she must be your babysitter."

"Fuck you, asshole," Taylor retorted. "I'm like a month younger than you."

"What the motherfuck is going on in... Whoah, baby! Where did such a fine young thing come from?"

"Shit, Jayden, where you been hiding the hot skank?"

Renee spun around to find herself seeing double, but she only had a second to take in the two identical handsome and shirtless young black men in the doorway before they advanced on her, invading her space with their muscular, sweaty bodies. They stood so close, one in front and one behind, nearly touching her. Panic and confusion swelled in her breast. Who were they? What did they want? She suddenly felt very young, but she didn't want to show it.

Jayden came to her rescue. "Jesus, you guys, back off, you're all sweaty and gross," Jayden demanded. The two identical boys did back away, with identical smirks and identical half-hooded dark eyes. Not a care in the world. One of them tossed the basketball he'd been carrying into the corner and they both flopped onto the plush blue sofa. "Renee, these are my other shit-for-brains cousins, Marcus and Malik. You'd never guess they were nineteen, not seven, but hey, sometimes they even act like they're as old as ten."

"Suck my dick!" one of the teens tossed out at Jayden.

"Nah, tell him to suck his own dick," the other said and the two exchanged a quick smile before their heads swiveled in unison to bring their eyes back to Renee.

"Do you always show it off like that, baby? You look like you'd really like to suck my dick," the second teen, who happened to be Malik, said. Renee had already lost track of who was who.

"Yeah, you look like you'd like to suck both our dicks. You like black cock, bitch? Huh? With your nipples all hard like that you look like you really want it," Marcus continued. It was almost like they finished one another's sentences!

Renee couldn't speak! She was paralyzed, lit up with humiliation. She'd never heard such awful ideas. But they were right! She was dressed like an invitation. She'd chosen to come out here like this. And her nipples really were trying to break through the taut fabric of her crazy, tight tube top.

"Or maybe you just want some thick hot dick in that little white pussy you're showing off there, baby," Marcus crooned.

"Yeah, baby, maybe you want us to warm up that shapely cunt of yours before you take it back out on the street and sell it to some white boys with wimpy little dicks," his twin brother said.

No, no, no, stop! Renee's humiliation ramped even higher. Oh god, they were right. She did look like she should be selling herself on the street, and her terrible, naughty cunny was tingling so hard at their evil suggestions.

Renee understood that she got turned on from humiliation. That wasn't news to her. Why else was she still going over to Jack Richardson's house to 'babysit' two boys who were too old for a babysitter, boys who liked to call her nasty names and gang up to try to grope her? Sure, Jack was handsome and she had a crush on him, but she knew he was really just using her hot body to keep his boys occupied. That made it all the more humiliating - and all the more exciting and arousing. Now she was faced with these twin teens, Malik and Marcus, who seemed bent on humiliating her as much as they could. It was electrifying.

But the teens weren't the only ones there to torture Renee.

"Hey, Jayden, did she just pee herself?" Taylor asked with great amusement.

Oh god, no! Renee thought, but knowing what was coming next just made her cream even harder.

"Nah!" Jayden chortled. "She just likes the sight of that bulge in your pants, Taylor! Ha, ha. Her pussy's all excited and wet for your stiff little boy cock!"

And it was true. Renee's cunny was so wet and tingling and swollen with arousal. The insanely tight shorts didn't hide a thing as her camel toe tightened and a wet stain spread along the forbidden crease. Seeing that twelve-year-old Taylor really did have an erection straining at his pants just made things worse. But then so did Jayden. Oh god, this is so bad! And so exciting! Renee's brain whirled with lust and confusion as all the boys laughed at her. She closed her eyes to stop the room from spinning!

"Fuck you, Jayden, I bet my cock's bigger than your stupid little pecker," Taylor said with real anger.

"Ha, ha, ha!" Both of the teens were in stitches until Marcus said, "Hey, you two, let the babysitter decide which of your cocks is bigger!"

"Yeah!" Malik agreed, "let's have a contest, Renee's the judge!"

"But it's got to be a blind test - it's only fair!" Marcus went on with a dazzling smile. "After all, she'll pick her little favorite Jayden if it's not judged blind."

Too late, Renee, still reeling from the intensity of her shame, realized just what the teens were suggesting. Her eyes snapped open, but strong hands grasped her from behind and held her in place. Malik stepped up and she barely saw the blindfold as it covered her eyes.

"And it really wouldn't be much of a contest if she used her hands, would it?" came the voice of Marcus from behind her. She felt her arms pulled behind her back. No! Please! Cold metal encircled each of her wrists! Where had they gotten handcuffs?

"Yeah, you're right, bro, you're always right," Malik spoke. "I guess the pretty whore will just have to judge this contest with her mouth." And with that, blind and helpless, Renee was forced down to kneel on the floor, with her knees spread wide and her arms handcuffed behind her back. She knew exactly how she looked and she knew exactly how deeply she was blushing with shame in front of the four boys. She also knew exactly how excited and aroused she was, and that there was no hiding it from her tormentors.

Renee heard the shuffling of boys taking off their pants. Panic hit her hard even before she heard one of the teens laughing voices. "Hang on guys. If you want to win this contest you'll want to get as hard as you can."

"Yeah!" the other teen chimed in. "And you've got a hot little blonde slut just begging to be touched. No better way to get aroused than that. Can't you see how much she wants it? Look at the way her pretty tits are jutting out, begging to be fondled."

Renee wanted to scream, but her voice choked up with panic and mortification. When the first hand lifted one of her ample breasts and a thumb rake across the aching little nipple that nearly thrust through the tight fabric she managed only a squeaking gasp. Instinct took over and she struggled against the handcuffs to no effect.

There was a pivotal moment, then, as another boy fondled her other breast and nipple and the first boy actually slid his fingers inside the taught fabric to touch her quivering, rigid nipple, a moment when Renee understood that she could escape. She could just stand up, demand they take off the blindfold and the handcuffs and they would. She could leave and they wouldn't try to stop her. But Renee couldn't do it. Renee understood that she really was what they called her, what they insulted her with - a skank, a begging, needy, submissive, attention-seeking, humiliation loving slut!

A flood of juices swirled through her cunny as small hands pulled the clinging fabric down to reveal her gorgeous, pert breasts to all their staring eyes. At that moment she realized what she was and how much she'd always wanted to feel this way. She nearly fainted from the incredible anticipation that rolled over her young mind.

More laughter swirled around the pretty blonde girl, kneeling in the middle of the family room as two wide-eyed preteen boys excitedly felt her up. The young boys didn't hesitate to let their fingers explore all that smooth white skin, then pinch the straining, erect nipples hard. Although she couldn't tell who, Jayden was the first one to lean in and kiss Renee's pretty, pouty mouth. Another wave of humiliating laughter ran around the room when Renee couldn't stop herself from kissing him back. She kissed the other boy just as passionately. Her heart beat so fast and so hard!

It was all getting out of hand! But... but Renee didn't want it to stop. She felt the way the tube top lifted her breasts and she could practically feel the four pairs of dark eyes burning into her forbidden skin. She heard one of the older boys kneel next to her before his fingers slid firmly along the wet fabric that cupped her sopping cunny. More laughter erupted when she couldn't stop herself from arching her back and moaning.

"Shit, boys! You've got the skank on overdrive," Malik laughed.

"Yeah, and you're both ready for the contest," chortled Marcus. "Time to get measured! Let's see who's closer to being a real man - Jayden or Taylor."

"Hang on, hang on," Malik interrupted. "If this is a real contest then what does the winner get? Hell, what does the loser get? What are the stakes here?"

"Shit, good point! Let's see, ah... How about the winner gets to cum in her mouth and she swallows."

Malik smiled broadly and quickly added, "And the loser has to jack-off on her face in front of everyone!"

"Whoah, cool!" both of the preteens shouted with excitement.

"Now what the damnation is going on in here!" a low, gravely voice interrupted the eagerness of the contest. "What you boys be doin' with your little peckers out o' you're... Holy mother of god, look at that little white girl! Damn! Those are nice titties! What a hot little piece of... Good lord, is this little 'ho that babysitter yo' momma was talkin' about Jayden? She ain't hardly more'n a child. Hot damn!"

"Ah, ah, yeah grandpa," Jayden stammered. "This is Renee. She's come to babysit Taylor."

"She ain't my babysitter, shit for brains!"

"Eat me, cocksucker!"

"Boys! Enough of that! Ain't you got no manners in front of a young lady? Somebody introduce me!"

"Sure Grandpa, sorry," Jayden said contritely. "Ah, Renee, this is our grandfather Mr. Joseph Jackson. But everyone just calls him Grandpa Joe."

Could Jayden have understood how humiliating it was to be formally introduced to some man while subserviently kneeling, blindfolded and handcuffed, with your ample breasts exposed and your sopping pussy betraying your arousal? Surely not. But Renee could hear the little chuckle in the old man's throat that told her he certainly understood. She could feel how hot she blushed.

"Now what's this I hear about winners and loser?" the old man growled. "Have we got some kind of contest goin' on here?"

"Uh, yeah grandpa," Marcus admitted. "We're letting Renee be the judge of which of these youngsters has the bigger pecker."

"And you was gonna keep this spectacle to yourselves? You weren't gonna share with your elders!?" Grandpa Joe snarled. "Who the hell brought you up, boy? I've half a mind to skin your hide, all of you!" The old man boxed his grandson's ear, but only in jest. Blindfolded, Renee couldn't see the flash of his bright smile. "You boys go on now. Marcus, fetch your daddy and your uncle Jordan. They're upstairs watchin' some old movie. Malik, you fetch your uncle Jamal and Camilla from the kitchen. Hurry up now, it ain't nice to keep a lady waitin'. Damn fool boys got no sense. I don't know what their daddy's been teachin' them" the old man grumbled. He fixed Jayden and Taylor with a hard stare and snapped out, "And you two! While we wait you best get busy. You keep the young lady excited for the contest!"

"Yes sir, grandpa," the two preteens said in unison as their elder sank into a comfortable chair to watch them follow his directions.

Renee remained on her knees, blindfolded, arms bound, luscious breasts on display. Everything was happening so fast! She felt so helpless, a slave to her own, humiliating excitement and anticipation. What were they going to do to her? Why didn't she try to escape?

"I bet you're too chickenshit to go through with it," Jayden said.

"Fuck you, Jayden, I will too!" Taylor snapped back. "And I bet you wouldn't do this, jack-off!"

Renee felt Taylor beside her. What was he going to do? Oh god, the blindfold made everything so much worse. She nearly screamed at the unexpected feel of his tongue raking across one of her tight nipples.

"Fuck, that's nothing," she heard Jayden say, and a moment later he was beside her too, lifting her other breast up to his lips, tongue, and even his teeth. The two boys seemed to be competing to see who could get the most reaction out of her. Again she struggled at the handcuffs and she mewled piteously. It was so overwhelming!

But Jayden had other ideas. "Ohhhhhh!" Renee cried out. His hand ran down across her smooth milky midriff as he continued to torment her hard nipple between tongue and teeth. Steeled to be braver than his cousin, Jayden forced his fingers under the tight, stretchy fabric, angling for Renee's wet pussy.

Oh god, no! She wasn't ready for someone to touch her tingling, throbbing cunny. Not even a little boy. That was nasty and wrong - and so exciting. She couldn't stand the idea of the boys knowing how truly wet and aroused she was. Renee squirmed on her knees, trying to prevent the unpreventable - she was too much in their thrall.

"Jaydennnnnn, Taylorrrrr, oh god, you shouldn't, you mustn't, please, you... oh, oh, ohhhhh!" Renee moaned. She couldn't stop herself. As Jayden's fingers slipped in between her wet, swollen lips she arched her back and pulled against her handcuffs. She could never have imagined that the first time she let someone touch the most private, sacred part of her young body she would be bound and helpless and blind. But could it possibly have been any more exciting than this moment?

"Well now, that's quite the sight," a new, male voice growled, low and slow.

"Never seen anything quite like it!" a second male voice chimed in.

"Took you long enough to get your lazy asses down here," said the gravely old voice Renee recognized as Jayden's grandfather Joe. "Y'all missed half the show."

"Oh my! Well, you boys didn't waste any time, did you?" Renee heard a female voice! It was Jayden's mother, Camilla.

"Damn! Look at that!" one more adult voice sang out from the doorway and Renee understood that Jayden's father Jamal had joined the throng of people who were all standing around her, watching her be molested by two preteen boys.

Evidently, the moment could get more exciting! Assuming that Marcus and Malik had returned there were no less than seven people, including Camilla, watching Renee's humiliation, even as Jayden's fingers sluiced deeper into her quivering cunt and both boys continued to boy-handle her pert young breasts and aching nipples with their fingers and Taylor's tongue.

"Man, daddy, you should feel how wet she is!" Jayden's voice broke, jumping to a high contralto on the word 'wet.' Laughter rippled across the room.

"Yeah, and her nipples are like rocks," Taylor added, coming up for air.

"I thought we was gonna have us a dick-sizing contest!" boomed grandpa Joe's rough voice. "Everyone's here. Let's get on with it!" A susurrus of agreement rolled around the room.

"Hang on a second, grandpa," Jayden said. "I think something's happening! She's really starting to shake and... oh wow, she's like grabbing at my fingers! What's happening, Daddy?"

No, no, no! Renee screamed to herself. Oh god, no, this can't be happening. But it was - her body had found a new way to humiliate her.

"Good job, Jayden!" his father said. "Just keep fingering her like that and she'll show us what a needy, teasing little slut she's always been. She's going to cum, boy, on your fingers. Look how she's trembling - you're getting her off."

Every one of Jamal's words was a spike of shame - but they were all so true. She was a tease, she was needy, she was so, so, so... "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Renee's young voice moaned as she did, indeed, orgasm from all the exciting, terrible, degrading but oh so wonderful sensations engendered by the two boys molesting her in front of the rest of the extended family. And the roars of laughter just made the orgasm so much darker and stronger and overwhelming.

"Damn it, let's get on with the contest!" Grandpa Joe rasped a few minutes later. Renee was still panting, her chest heaving, but the tortuous climax was finally waning. Somehow she knew it wasn't going to be the only orgasm she was forced to publicly endure while she was babysitting at the Jackson household. She was starting to understand what was really going on. "It's gonna be my nap time before these fool boys finish up!"

"Hold your horses, pop," one of the adult men said. "We have to do this properly. Marcus and Malik, this silliness was probably your idea, so you just be getting on with it. The rest of us will sit back and enjoy."

"Sure, daddy," Renee heard one of the twins say. "Okay, you two - get away from her now. We don't want her guessing who's who. Damn, it looks like you're both hard to bursting. We better hurry."

"Yeah, stand over here," the other twin, Malik, called to his cousins, who dutifully rose up and came to his side. "Now here're the rules," he continued. "You can't make a sound and you can't touch her anywhere but on her head or face. You get two minutes to show her just how big you are, then she has to decide who the winner is. And you know what the winner gets, ha!"

"Yeah, but if you pop your load before your two minutes are up, then you're disqualified. AND," Marcus continued with emphasis, "then you don't get to play any more games for at least a whole day. Got it? Good! Let's get started."

Jayden glanced nervously at his mother! He wasn't a big fan of this own mother looking at him wave his small cock around, but damn he wanted to feel Renee's pretty lips around it, so he wasn't going to make a fuss. Thankfully, he was the boy silently chosen to go first. He quickly stepped up in front of the kneeling teen goddess, who was blushing bright red and trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation and her own waning orgasm.

"On my mark, you can start," Malik called out. "Go!"

A stab of panic shot through Renee as the contest began. How did she get here!? Was she really going to let two little boys stick their cocks in her mouth just so she could decide which one was bigger? No, this can't be... Oh god! She gasped at the touch of Jayden's cock to her lips. No, no, no, no... Oh please. But she opened her pretty lips and let her tongue slide out over her lower lip and at once she got her first taste of little boy cock!

Fingers quickly twined into Renee's blonde hair on both sides of her head and the small cock slid over her tongue and into her mouth. She knew how slutty and degraded she must look, but the thought only drove her to close her lips around the boy's cock and suck him deeper into her mouth. It wasn't so bad! He wasn't that big or that long. Soon her lips were almost bumping against his body and his small, tight balls. She leaned forward to get a better angle. Her excitement grew so fast! God, she wanted him to cum! She was suddenly overwhelmed with the idea of tasting his boy cum, so she pumped her lips up and down his shaft as fast as she could.

"That's one of the damndest things I've ever seen," one of the men called out. Renee had nearly forgotten her audience in her enthusiasm over the boy's dick.

"And she's really here to live with us, Camilla? Until the lockdown and social distancing rules are lifted," said another male voice.

Renee bobbed her head forward and back even faster, her arousal growing as the humiliating conversation continued around her as if they didn't care if she heard or not. A moment of panic swept over her when the boy pulled harder and she gagged on his cock. He was longer than she'd thought! Too long!

"That's right, Jordan, she's all yours for the duration," the lone female voice in the audience said. "She's here to 'babysit' all of you - to meet your every need, day or night, whatever you want, whenever you want."

A tremor of exciting horror shook Renee's body at Camilla's words, combining with rising panic as Jayden began to choke her. But she sucked Jayden's dick even harder and tried to keep from gagging.

"Time's up!" called out Malik. "Time to switch contestants."

Renee gasped again as the boy-cock was pulled quickly from her mouth and her hair was released. She nearly fell forward, but a hand grabbed her shoulder and steadied her. She was only given a second before she felt another boy-cock at her lips and more fingers in her pretty hair. She didn't wait. She gobbled the shaft of flesh into her greedy mouth. Her cunny was on fire with need! She wanted to taste him. But the terrible conversation around her wasn't over.

"That's an amazing thing to do for us, Camilla," Jordan said. "But why?"

"Cause I know you horny dogs!" Camilla shot back. "There's no way you three brothers could handle more than another couple days without any pussy - not to mention your horny father and these miscreant sons of yours, Joe Junior. It's not your fault the lockdown started while you men were having your family reunion and now you can't go on home to your wives. So, seeing as how I'm the only woman in the house and you all can't exactly be roaming the street for female companionship... well, it was just a matter of self-preservation, that's all. Better some little white whore becomes your fuck-toy than me. I am off-limits - except to my fine husband, of course. Besides, I kinda like watching."

"Damn it all," Grandpa Joe said. "That's a fine woman you've got there Jamal. A mighty fine woman."

The second little boy's cock really was bigger! And he liked forcing it deep into Renee's pretty mouth. He liked pulling at her hair to move her head as he fucked in and out past her full lips. She could tell he was trying hard not to moan out loud. He pulled her hair so hard and forced the tip of his dick deep into the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex. She was choking! He was only a little boy, but he was too big for her! Oh god! How big must the adult cocks be?

"But why this particular little white slut, Camilla. I can tell there's something else, isn't there?" one of the men asked.

"Well, interesting you should ask," Camilla said kneeling closer to Renee as her nephew Taylor raped Renee's pouty mouth. "You see, this particular little girl thought it was okay to tease my man. She thought it was okay to put on a show for him, fingering herself and moaning his name while he watched from the shadows. Isn't that right, Renee?"

Renee couldn't answer, she was too busy trying not to choke as Taylor forced his boy-cock into her windpipe. But every muscle in her body tensed with fear at Camilla's words. How had she known?

She didn't understand how panic and humiliation and excitement could all so easily coexist in her mind - all of them driving her desire to suck the little boy's long cock!

"Yeah, that's right, sweetie - you're a little cock-teasing slut who gets off being degraded around boys and men. I know all about you spreading your legs for Jamal, dipping your fingers into your tight little cunt in front of him and tempting him into sin, acting like you didn't know he was there. You thought you could tempt my man like that? You little cunt. Whore! He's mine, slut. And that's why you're here now, bitch. That's why you're going to be a hot little captive white sex-toy for my man and his brothers and his grandpa and all four of their sons - for as long as they have to stay here - 'cause none of them can leave to fly home from their family reunion until this pandemic lockdown is all over. And they've all got big needs for some tight, little-girl pussy! Hell, it might be months and months. I do hope you have a good time, sweetie!" By the time she finished, Camilla was right next to Renee, hissing viciously into her ear.

"Time's up!" Malik called out again and the other little cock was wrenched from Renee's hungry mouth. She took a huge gasp of life-saving air and this time she really did fall forward onto the carpet, still bound and blindfolded and trembling from head to toe now that she fully understood the enormity of what Jayden's mother had done to her, and why.

Someone helped the blindfolded girl back up to her wobbling knees. For a moment the world swirled around her. Then she heard the laughter all about her and a new spasm of embarrassment swept over her. All those things Camilla had said - they couldn't be true - but she knew they were. And she knew she was going to stay, even though she knew why she was there Because she was everything Camilla said she was.

"Well, get on with the darned contest," Grandpa Joe growled, "who won?!"

"That's right, Renee," Camilla spoke again, right next to the bound child. "Tell us which of the little boy cocks you just sucked is bigger. Gone on, tell us, cock-slut."

Oh god, no, I can't do this! Renee wanted to scream. She trembled all over, overwrought, even as her pussy spasmed strongly from Camilla's humiliating taunting. To be called such terrible things by a woman! Oh!

"Come on, you stupid, little cock sucking piece of white trash. Which boy's cock made your pussy cream the hardest? Which one turned you on the most? Which one made you finally made you understand this is all your good for, this is what you were born for, this is all you want - lots and lots of hard, eager cock to use you? Which one, Renee? Which one do you want to be the first to fill your slutty mouth with his hot cum!?"

Camilla's nasty, horrible words beat into Renee's brain. She squirmed and struggled. Which one, which one? And then she knew what to say. She remembered the way the second cock had nearly choked her with its length as he thrust it through her lips over and over and pulled her hair painfully. The second boy had the bigger dick, the meaner boy. "The first boy!" Renee screamed and nearly doubled over with the spasms of mortifying lust that spread through her tight cunny.

"Yes!!" Jayden erupted. "Told you so!"

"What the fuck?! No way!" Taylor yelled at the same time.

"It's about time!" Grandpa Joe proclaimed as the whole room erupted with laughter and jeering, some at Taylor, some at Renee. "Well, go on, boy, quit wasting time. Go on and get your prize!" he added.

"Yeah, that's right," Marcus added. "Step up and we'll show Renee who's got the bigger little prick. Come get your prize."

"Yes!" Camila hissed beside Renee's ear. "Come right up and get your prize." And she grabbed Renee's pretty blonde hair and pulled her head back. "Open up, slut. You know how much you want his little boy cock," she whispered in Renee's ear. "You want to show them all you can drink his cum, that you need it. You know it's just an appetizer and you can wait for the rest of the feast. Tell him you want it! Beg him for it. Beg him to claim his prize!"

"Oh god!" Renee blurted out, beside herself with feelings she couldn't understand. "Yes! Please, please, let me suck your cock!"

Camilla whipped off Renee's blindfold. The pretty girl had only a second to recognize Jayden before her eyes focused on his cock, only an inch from her pouty young lips. She'd never wanted anything as much as she wanted it in her mouth. "Please!" she cried out and then her lips closed around Jayden's cock and she sucked him in.

"Oh yeah, fuck, that's so good!" Jayden moaned, no longer needing to be silent. He slid his fingers into Renee's hair and pulled her forward, nearly off-balance. He fucked into her mouth with rapid thrusts of his thin hips and cried out, heedless of his family watching on, "yeah, yeah, suck me, suck me harder. Oh yeah! Fuck, fuck! Yeahhhh!"

Renee had dreamed of her first taste of cum. She'd read all those stories, even the naughty stories about her and her fantasies, and she'd imagined again and again what it would be like. But the cloying, earthy fluid that erupted into her mouth wasn't anything like she had imagined. It was real! It was overwhelming. It flooded her mind. She'd let a little boy use her mouth for his ultimate pleasure! There was no going back.

The laughter and cheering rolled over the mortified girl as the enormity of her behavior sank in. Jayden staggered back, a huge smirk on his face, and she felt Camilla grab her hair again to force her head back. "Show him!" Camilla demanded. "Show them all what a cum eating whore you are!" She whispered her last command, "Show them how much you love to be used and degraded!"

And Renee did as she was commanded, she couldn't stop herself. Head tipped back, arms still bound tight, she opened her full mouth, nearly choking on the thin, oily boy-cum. They all laughed and patted Jayden on the back in congratulations. And when every man in the room, even old Grandpa Joe had witnessed her shame, she closed her mouth and let them see her swallow.

But now it was Taylor's turn, the loser's turn. The young boy strode forward, his cock waving in the air, then leaned down to whisper in Renee's ear. "You know I'm bigger than Jayden, you stupid cunt. I'm gonna make you pay! You're going to be so sorry you picked the wrong cock." Then he looked up to Malik. "The rule was the loser has to jack-off on her face, right! Nothing in the rules about how."

"That's right, Taylor!" Malik grinned. "What you got in mind?"

"You just watch!" the boy retorted, and then he fisted Renee's blonde hair at the back of her hair to tilt her head back. He pressed his hard cock against her face and growled "lick my balls! Do it."

Helpless to fight Taylor with her hands bound behind her back, Renee could only squirm in the young boy's grasp as he stood over her, pressing her back, wiping his cock and his small, tight balls across her cheeks and lips. Noooo! Stop! she wanted to scream, but she was terrified to open her mouth. He pulled harder at her hair. A flood of emotions swept over her trembling form as she realized she was going to have to submit to Taylor's deviant commands - and worse, she realized it aroused her.

If a mere eleven-year-old could be this demanding, degrading, and dominant - what could the adults be like?

With a shudder of shame and excitement, Renee stuck out her tongue and cupped the boy's small scrotum to a raucous cheer from the audience. The shame was intoxicating and drove her on. She swirled around the small balls and pressed her lips into them to suck on them as she flicked her tongue back and forth as fast as she could.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, that's it, slut! Just like... oh fuck, fuck...you're such a dirty, nasty... ohhhh!" Taylor still pulled at the girl's hair as he taunted her, but he was quickly overwhelmed from sensations he'd only dreamed of. "Oh shit, slut, lick my cock, lick my cock! Now!"

Having fully given herself to the joy of submission, Renee complied with Taylor's demands at once. Letting her lips slide from his ball sack, she stroked her tongue firmly up the length of his not unimpressive shaft and swirled it over the top of the throbbing bulbous tip. "Again!" he cried and again she complied. Then again, and again, faster and faster, her tongue flat against his length as it slid along her small, cute nose. He pressed her face harder against his crotch and pumped his hips, grinding against her tongue and lips and the smooth white skin of her...

"Oh, oh fuck, fuck!" Taylor's thin boy cum erupted onto Renee's gorgeous face.

So much cum! She felt the warm goo on her forehead, running down the side of her small nose, covering her cheek. Every instinct made her want to wipe it away and once again she squirmed in frustration at the infuriating handcuffs.

Taylor took a step back from Renee as soon as his young cock stopped spewing cum, but he leaned in close, blocking her view. "That was just a taste, cunt. I'm not done with you, not by a long shot." Then he stepped back to reveal a sight that turned her blood to ice.

Three tall, handsome men and two strapping, identical teens stood in a ring around Renee - all of them naked - all of them hard - all of them with huge, throbbing, dark cocks pointed accusingly at the little blonde white girl. Each of them holding something frightening in one hand. She looked from one to the other of their smirking faces, not finding a single hint of mercy. She wanted to scream, but she knew she shouldn't. A good submissive slut only screams when she's supposed to scream. But Renee had never been more frightened than she was at that moment.

Renee was pulled roughly to her feet. No one spoke. She saw past Jayden's father Jamal to where Taylor was smirking behind a video camera. The shock stunned her even as she was turned around to see Marcus and Malik and beyond them Jayden with a second camera! She was turned again to face a man she didn't know. As he stepped towards her she saw a very old man, much older than she'd expected, standing outside the circle - the only man still wearing clothes - surely Grandpa Joe.

"Meet Joseph Junior, Renee," Camilla said from the side. "JJ is Marcus and Malik's daddy and he has a real soft spot for little white girls."

The man's cock was enormous! But it wasn't his cock that terrified Renee, it was the circlet of cold silver metal that dangled from his hands. She nearly tried to run, barely stopping herself. Instead, she bit her pretty lip and trembled like a leaf as JJ held the hinged chrome collar open in front of her throat. But he paused, waiting. Everyone was silent. Renee's lip quivered under her teeth. She understood. They were all waiting for her to decide - and it was her final chance. There would no going back or changing her mind. She saw the letters intricately raised on the shiny metal - "SLUT." The collar was two and a half inches high. It would be degrading and uncomfortable and infuriating. A large metal ring hung from the front of the collar and her imagination considered all the terrible things it could be used for. Smaller rings adorned the sides. She stared with fear, and they still waited. She couldn't look into the man's eyes, but she nodded her head.

The evil collar snapped around Renee's neck and JJ locked it in place with a tiny key. It was just as uncomfortable as she imagined and she could tell it was going drive her crazy. But that didn't matter, for Renee had accepted her position as their babysitter sex slave.

With no warning, Renee's handcuffs were released from behind her back as Marcus and Malik stepped forward. They each took one of Renee's arms and clamped two-inch metal cuffs around her wrists, each one locked on with another tiny key. More rings of metal hung from each side of each wrist cuff.

With every step, Renee understood she was falling deeper and deeper into a nightmare she wasn't prepared for, but her sopping, tingling cunny told her how much she wanted to go there anyway.

The twins lifted her arms and pulled her tube top up over her breasts, then up and off her body. The boys removed her sandals next, then silently slithered her tight, wet shorts down her legs. A whole new level of mortification swept over her as her shaved, young pussy was bared to the eyes of six men and two boys, but she stepped out of the shorts without trying to hide her nudity. After all, those six huge cocks were still saluting her from every side. Something told Renee she needed to get used to being bared to her captors. Finally, the twins produced high heeled black ankle boots from seeming nowhere. By turns, they steadied her as the other slid a tight boot onto her slender foot - and locked the boot place! The heels were so high she could barely stand. And each boot had its own complement of dangling metal rings on each side.

As the twins backed away another handsome, adult man stepped forward. The resemblance to all the other men was striking, especially to old Grandpa Joe. "And this, Renee, is Taylor's father, Jordan, the youngest of Grandpa Joe's three sons," Camilla introduced the man. Like all the others, his cock was huge and excited. Renee was mesmerized by it, and so she didn't notice what he was holding in his hand until Jayden's father, Jamal, stepped up behind her and lifted her arms out to the side. She gasped at the unexpected touch and at the sight of the evil leather corset Jordan unfurled in front of her.

Jordan pressed the cold leather to Renee's waist and chest and held it as Jamal pulled the straps around behind her back. She held her arms out despite every instinct to push them away and flee the awful garment. Even as it tightened around her torso, forcing the air from her lungs, she could see the many silver rings and buckles and studs and she understood that this was more than a corset - it was a bondage device. With every tug at her back, she was losing more control over her fate.

The corset got tighter and tighter. It was hard to breathe. Her youthful, perfect breasts were lifted higher and accentuated by crescent moons at the top of the corset. The black leather extended down just to her navel. She couldn't see, but somehow she knew that Jamal was using a tiny key to lock each of the buckles behind her back as he cinched the corset tight. As long as she wore the evil device, she knew she would have to take small, panting breaths high in her lungs so that her pretty breasts rose and fell quickly.

With the corset firmly locked to her body, Jamal reached out to gently pull each of her arms behind her back. She didn't fight him. She fought her instincts to scream as she realized how easy it was for him to clip her wrist cuffs to the back of the corset, each wrist firmly secured to the opposite side of her body. It was tight, uncomfortable bondage - and she knew she was going to have to endure it for some time.

And then the circle closed in on her - five men towering over her, every one of them at least six foot three, some taller. Every one of their dark, huge cocks stared angrily at her small, white form. Every one of their smiles was hungry and excited.

"Kneel!" Camilla commanded from the side. "Kneel, slut, and serve your masters!"

Please read on for: Part II: Training.

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