- by Alvo Torelli, March, 2022
(Mg, MMg, bond, oral, piv, humil, nc)
This is a sequel to: The Wrong Babysitting Job.
“McKenna,” McKenna’s mother said, holding her hand over the mouthpiece of the kitchen phone, “I understand you’ve been reluctant to do any more babysitting – and you know I haven’t pried into what happened on the one job you did – but, well, this woman on the phone, this Mrs. Patterson, she seems quite desperate. Wouldn’t you reconsider? Just this once?”
McKenna bit her lip and stared at her mother. Babysitting? No! She couldn’t! Her last babysitting job, also her first-ever, had gone horribly wrong! Her charges had been eighteen-year-old twin boys who had drugged her and touched her and…. Oh! McKenna shivered at the hazy memories, hoping her mother wouldn’t notice her blush. She blushed even worse when she remembered telling the twin’s mother, Mrs. Simons, that she’d love to babysit again. Of course, she had come to her senses later – horrified at what had happened to her, but far too embarrassed to tell anyone. Now her mother was pressuring her to take another job. McKenna knew her mother was suspicious – because she’d adamantly refused to take Mrs. Simon’s calls three times. Maybe, if she was more careful, it was time to try babysitting again, if only to get her mother to stop wondering what had happened. And besides, she could use the money. “Ah, okay? I mean, sure, let me talk to her,” McKenna said and took the phone from her mother.
“Oh, dear, I’m so glad I got ahold of you. I’m quite desperate for a sitter!” Mrs. Patterson yelled into the phone.
“Uh, when do you need a babysitter?” McKenna asked into the phone, holding it away from her ear.
“What’s that? Speak up dear! I’m a bit hard of hearing.”
“When do you need a babysitter!?” McKenna shouted.
“Oh! Tonight, at seven o’clock!” Mrs. Patterson shouted back. “Can you? Please?”
Tonight! McKenna took a deep breath. There was no time to psych herself up for this. But… “Uh, ma’am?” she shouted, “Who would I be babysitting?” Please be a girl, please be a girl…
“Ronnie, Norm, and Myron!”
Three boys! But still… her mom’s prying… “They’re not teenagers, are they?” McKenna shouted.
“Teenagers? Why would anyone… “ Mrs. Patterson yelled. “No, they’re not, dear. They’re just my three boys who need someone to get them a snack, make sure they take care of their teeth, take their medicine, and put them to bed. They can be a little rascally now and then, but they have good hearts.”
McKenna’s mom smiled and gave her a thumbs up.
“Well… Okay, I’ll do it.”
She jotted down the address and ran to get ready. She’d have to hurry to be there on time. She brushed out her lustrous red hair and pulled it back into the usual high ponytail that dropped all the way to her waist. She dressed as she had for her last job: black tights under a short wool skirt and a tight blue silk blouse. When she looked herself over in the mirror she smiled at her ensemble. McKenna was still too young to understand that with her newly curvaceous body, her look was more schoolgirl hooker than professional caregiver. The inexpertly applied makeup she used in a quick attempt to give herself an older look only made the whorishness worse.
It was just turning seven when McKenna knocked at the door of a rambling ranch house about three blocks from her own house. Remembering her phone conversation, she knocked a second time, more loudly.
“Oh my!” Mrs. Patterson said the second she saw the gorgeous, green-eyed little girl standing on her front stoop. “You can’t be McKenna! You’re much too… How old are you, dear?”
“I…, I’m twelve, ma’am. But I’ve had all the babysitter training! And…, and I’ve babysat before.” The erotic disaster of her only previous babysitting job swirled through McKenna's brain and she blushed, bringing out the freckles sprinkled across her high cheekbones and delicate little nose.
“Twelve! Oh, dear. Twelve… but… “ Mrs. Patterson glanced over her shoulder with worry. “But I’ve got to be going. I’m already late. Oh my… Well, come in. I guess it will be… I’ve got to run! Oh, dear. The boys are back in the east wing. Don’t let them wander the rest of the house! The kitchen’s through there if they need anything. Just… I have to run! Here’s my number… just in case… You’ll be fine. I’ll be back, not a minute later than seven o’clock.”
And with that, Mrs. Patterson smashed a flower-festooned hat on her head and dashed out the door rather spryly for a woman in her sixties.
McKenna stared at the door for a moment, disoriented, before she understood she’d heard the woman say seven, not eleven, or even midnight. “Oh gosh, not again,” she whispered to herself. Twelve hours! “What if…”
But there was nothing for it. McKenna had accepted the job, now she had to do the work.
She found the kitchen easily, and there she found a door labeled 'east wing.' Why does someone's house have a label on one of their doors, she wondered. Walking down a hallway, she passed three closed doors with names on the doors: Myron Donhal, Ronald Hymon, and Norman Holdy. What is this place? she thought.
The end of the hall led McKenna into a large room. To the right, a table held a large, half-finished jigsaw puzzle. To the left, a huge flat-screen television was mounted to the wall in front of three ratty old recliners. The penny finally dropped. McKenna understood who and what she’d been hired to ‘babysit,’ for there were two elderly men around the puzzle, one in a wheelchair, and another very old man sitting in a recliner, with a walker standing next to his chair, watching a movie on the huge television. McKenna was there to babysit three old men: Norm, Ronnie, and Myron! It was some kind of old folks’ home.
Well, at least they aren’t randy teenage boys with drugs, she told herself. And then all three men turned their gazes to her; all three sets of eyes flared at the sight of her perfect young body and gorgeous preteen face; all three men smiled lascivious, evil smiles. Run! Danger! Get out! But no, they were just old men – what could they possibly…?
McKenna realized that the blonde woman on the big TV screen was naked, her huge breasts thrust outwards as she bounced up and down on some unseen man’s cock. The old men were watching porn! She turned crimson with embarrassment.
“Turn that smut off, Ronnie! There’s a lady in the room.” the man in the wheelchair said, roving his eyes up and down McKenna’s lithe body. “Looks like the old bitch got us a new babysitter. And she looks like she knows the ropes. What do you think, boys?”
The skinny man in the recliner, Ronnie, got to his feet, clutching his walker, as he responded. “That’s for damn sure, Myron! And she’s a young-un, ain’t she?” His eyes, behind glasses with the thickest lenses McKenna had ever seen, looked much too big for his small head.
To McKenna’s surprise, Ronnie turned to a side table and fumbled about to turn off the porn from a laptop – but not before the camera panned down to show that the man thrusting his cock up into the blonde was nearly as ancient as the three men in the room. In one corner, the porn was labeled 'Young Girls Like It Big and Old!’
As Ronnie fumbled to turn off the offensive movie, the third man, tall, bald, and fat, with a bulbous, veiny red nose, who must be Norm, exchanged a knowing look with Myron and without a word stepped across to a nearby counter where he quickly rummaged through a plethora of prescription drug bottles. It took him no time at all to find what he was looking for, three little blue pills and two white ones. He downed one of the blue pills immediately and stepped back to Myron’s side to hand him one too – which Myron swallowed with a sip from a ready glass of water. The porno finally went dark and Norm stepped across to hand Ronnie the last little blue pill, which the other man downed at once.
Norm turned to McKenna with a smirk. “What’s your name, sweet thing?” he said in a gravely, frightening voice. “You’re kinda young, but we don’t mind.”
“I… what… who…” McKenna stammered towards Norm as his considerable bulk advanced. Danger! Run! Escape! No, they’re only old… She gave a startled cry when she heard Ronnie’s walker rolling up behind her. Like a trapped animal, her head swung back and forth as the two very old men approached from opposite sides, moving faster than she could have expected.
“I usually like my ladies with a bit more in the boob department, cutie pie,” Ronnie said and McKenna whirled around to find him just inches away, his walker almost pushing into her. “But on you, in that sexy tight blouse, those young, little boobies look mighty nice, mighty nice. Let’s have a quick feel, baby!”
“Nooo!” McKenna screamed when Ronnie reached across his walker with a wrinkled, spotted hand to grope towards her small, perfect young breasts. She spun away from his reach, only to find herself looking up into the face of the fat man, Norm, who smiled down at her with wild eyes and terrifying hunger. “Nooo!” she screamed again.
Norm dropped his cane as he griped the little girl by the shoulders. Instinctively, she pushed against his fat bulk. But he was strong for such an old man, and her butt was pressed up against Ronnie’s walker. She was trapped!
“What’s the matter, little one,” Norm rasped. “Too proud to give an old man a little thrill?” He held the child tight, while Ronnie reached around and fumbled about to unbutton McKenna’s silky blouse and reveal the two perfect, small handfuls of her naked, recently developed breasts.
McKenna suddenly flashed on how stupid she’d been to be too embarrassed to go bra shopping with her mother. She writhed in Norm’s grip as Ronnie pulled her blouse open, revealing her small breasts to Norm’s lecherous leer, then slid his hands over her delicate, sensitive flesh from both sides.
“Damn! Her little nipples are goin’ off like rockets,” Ronnie declared to his friends. “She’s young, but she’s ready for some fun.” His walker pressed harder into the struggling little girl’s ass when he leaned into it to get an even better grip on her small, soft breasts and torture her tiny, tight nipples with his fingers. “We got us a wild little babysitter here, boys!”
“No! Please! Stop!” With the strength of a frightened deer, McKenna twisted away from Norm’s grip, pressing her hip into the walker and freeing her little breasts from Ronnie’s withered, groping, hands.
McKenna's escape was short-lived. As she wrenched backward to get away from the two septuagenarians, the backs of her knees rammed into something bony, and she pitched backward into the lap of Myron, the oldest of the very old men. His wheelchair rebounded as the old man gleefully wrapped his skinny arms around McKenna’s thin body. He pinned her arms to her sides with his bony elbows and got a firm grip on her wonderful little tits. She thrashed in his grasp, but she had no leverage to break his surprisingly strong grip.
“She’s a tiger!” the old man rasped from just behind McKenna’s swinging ponytail. “But damn, she smells good! Young and sweet. I bet she’s gonna taste good, too.”
“Let’s find out,” Ronnie grinned. “Norm, you know what we need, I’ll get her ready.”
“No! Let me go!” McKenna screamed as she fought to escape Myron’s grip. He was surprisingly strong and agile. Each time she pried one of her arms out to try to pull his hands away from her breasts, he would quickly pin it to her side again and go back to teasing and tormenting her poor, sensitive nipples. It was as if he’d done this before! She thrashed wildly from side to side and started to make some progress, but suddenly she had other battles on her hands, splitting her energies.
McKenna screamed again, “Nooo!” but her scream only gave Norm a chance to jam the two little white pills into her mouth. She thrashed her head back and forth, but the man’s huge palm clamped over her mouth and she was forced to swallow the drugs.
At the same time, Ronnie, with his walker now off to one side, had McKenna’s slip-on loafers off her feet before she even knew what he was doing. She kicked out and twisted her hips in Myron’s lap, but she couldn’t stop Ronnie from reaching up under her short skirt to grab the top of her tights. No matter how hard she fought, it was easy for him to pull the stretchy fabric over her ass and down her kicking legs, revealing inch by inch the beauty of her smooth, bare skin.
Just as Ronnie finished stripping McKenna of her tights, Norm let go of her and came around to Ronnie’s side. “Hell yeah,” he growled, “look at them nice lacy panties. I do like a lady with classy underthings, Ronnie.”
“As do we all,” Ronnie shot back, lifting the hem of the short skirt so that both of them could get a better look at the blushing child’s lacy pink underpants. McKenna flailed ineffectively at Ronnie, trying to pull her skirt from his grip. But the awful man underneath her in the wheelchair still had her arms pinned to her sides.
“You horny boys stop ogling and get on with business!” Myron barked from his wheelchair. “I can’t hold her like this all day – I’m an old man!”
“Oh, stop being such a grouch,” Norm growled back. He held up two surgical tape dispensers. “Here, Ronnie, help me with this. Myron’s right, he can’t hold her all day.”
“No! Stop! What are you doing?” Myron released her right arm, but Ronnie grabbed it and wrestled it out to the side of the wheelchair. “Please! No!” McKenna’s pleas were no good. She jerked her other arm out and tried to fight, but Myron pinned it again. The bigger man, Norm, grabbed her right leg and forced it over the armrest, then took her wrist and pushed it against the inside of her ankle. In a flash, Ronnie wrapped surgical tape around and around her wrist and ankle, then wound it again in between, tightening the grip the tape had on her. It was only weak surgical tape, but it was strong enough to thoroughly bind McKenna’s wrist to the inside of her ankle. Even as McKenna screamed, “Nooo! Stop! Please!” Ronnie and Norm repeated the whole process to her other arm and leg.
McKenna’s thin, young legs were spread wide, with her wrists bound to her ankles. Her screams were finally cut off by the palm of Myron’s hand.
“Stop standin’ around admirin’ your handiwork!” Myron bellowed. “I got me a sweet young thing to play with and I don’t wanna have to hold her trap all night!”
“Damn it, Myron, you are the most impatient old fart I ever met!” Norm growled back. “What do you think we should use?” he asked Ronnie.
Ronnie held onto his walker with one hand, breathing hard from the excitement of trussing up the pretty twelve-year-old. He smiled broadly, showing a full set of dentures, and held up a pair of blunt-ended medical scissors. He waggled his exceedingly bushy eyebrows at Norm, then turned to pointedly look under McKenna’s splayed skirt.
“I like the way you think, Ronnie. You’re a pervert, but I like it!” Norm chuckled.
“Well, if that’s what you have in mind,” Myron said, “just wait one goddamn second. Here, hold her mouth, Norm. She makes too much noise.” Norm did as he was bid, clamping his palm over McKenna’s mouth the second Myron let go. Myron, his hands free, chortled out loud as he reached down, pulled up McKenna's skirt, and then quickly slipped one hand inside her pink panties.
McKenna blanched, squirmed, then fought, but it was no use. She tried to scream, but she couldn’t. The old man’s fingers slid across the mound above her sex, pausing to enjoy the velvety feel of the reddish peach fuzz that had recently begun to sprout there. Then his fingers slipped around her soft, delicate outer lips, lightly teasing them. McKenna doubled her struggles, but she only hurt her ankles and wrists in the process.
“Oh, she’s a youngin’ alright,” Myron cackled. “She’s almost hairless as a baby. Let’s find out if she likes a little stimulation.”
Somehow, it wasn’t until the old coot in the wheelchair expertly slipped his bony fingers into her pussy and flicked across her tiny, sensitive clit, that naïve, young McKenna realized what the trio intended to do. They’d drugged her, and the little blue pills they’d taken were Viagra! They were going to rape her! Her terrified mind whirled. It was as if sex and these ancient men didn’t belong in the same thought, but their intentions could no longer be denied. Suddenly, she had an overwhelming flashback to her last, wrong, babysitting job, where twin teenage boys had drugged her (with help from their mother) and proceeded to help themselves to her nubile, fine body for many hours. It was all happening again!
And worst of all – McKenna knew that she had enjoyed being used by those boys, she still dreamed about it - and now, the idea that she might like it again, with these three horrible, horny old men was the most terrifying thing in the world!
These weren’t handsome teenagers, these were disgusting, perverted old men! Myron was at least eighty. Nevertheless, the memories flooding her mind and the bony fingers exploring her little pussy couldn’t be ignored. McKenna was a slave to needs she didn’t know she had. Her pussy clutched around Myron’s probing fingers, she splayed her coltish legs even wider, and her back arched to press her cunny harder against his palm. She remembered the feel of the boys pumping their cocks into her pussy, the feel of the wonderful orgasms. God, she had missed it so much! Already the antianxiety drugs Norm had forced on her were kicking in, damping down her fears and allowing the memories to overwhelm her. McKenna’s young pussy flooded with warm, lubricating juices. Her body responded with eager anticipation to the terrible memories whirling through her mind and the inescapable, expert fingers stimulating her sex.
“I knew it!” Myron cried out. “The second I saw that outfit I knew we had us a hardcore slut for a babysitter. She wants it bad, boys, real bad.”
McKenna turned bright red with humiliation. She knew that the horrible thing the old man had just said was at least partially true.
“Then let somebody else have a turn, you old fool!” Ronnie said.
“Just be patient!” Myron spat back. “I’m getting her ready. And besides, it’s gonna be a while before you can get it up anyway, what’s your rush?” He pulled his fingers from the little girl’s swelling, trembling pussy, but he didn’t stop tormenting her. Instead, he fingered her even more energetically through her lacy panties, pressing the fabric between her swelling lips, and wetting it with her own nectar.
“Ooh! I get it!” Ronnie said and elbowed Norm, almost knocking the larger old man down. Norm nearly lost his grip on the thrashing preteen’s mouth, but he smiled as he too realized what Myron had in mind.
In seconds, McKenna’s pink panties were soaking, but still Myron tormented the poor child towards orgasm. Her back arched. She twisted, thrashed, and moaned into Norm’s palm. One second she tried to close her thighs around Myron’s clever hand, the next she splayed open, pressing up into the wonderful torment. Patiently, the old man underneath her played her little pussy through the fabric like a maestro. Her mind whirled, unable to force out the memories of her previous babysitting job.
Inevitably, the needy preteen girl climaxed against Myron’s bony, probing fingers. Her energetic orgasm doubled the flood of sexual nectar flowing from her young cunt.
“There she goes!” Myron proclaimed, adding to McKenna’s humiliation. He continued to keep her orgasm going, getting her panties wetter and wetter. “Now you can use them scissors, Ronnie, but don’t cut my fingers off!”
With a naughty gleam in his otherwise rheumy eye, Ronnie leaned in and reached for McKenna’s panties with his scissors. Wild-eyed with terror, the little girl tripled her efforts to escape. But she was truly helpless and there was no way to avoid the humiliation of the old man sliding his safety scissors along her smooth thigh to cut the wet fabric cleanly from leg hole to waistband. He fumbled slightly before repeating the procedure on the other side and then he chortled with a wide, false-toothed grin as he proudly pulled away the wet panties and waved them in the air for the amusement of his mates. Finally, he brought the ruined garment to his face and breathed in deeply.
“Oh my god!” Ronnie cried. "That's the best smell in the whole world, boys – little girl pussy – I ain’t smelled that for years!”
“You ain’t never smelled little girl pussy like this little girl’s pussy!” Myron growled. “You’re just dreaming. Now get on with it.”
Myron’s bony fingers were back at work on McKenna’s sensitive, small cunny, dragging out her unwanted but intense orgasm. She saw Ronnie smirk and lean forward over her, holding her wet panties in one hand and clutching his walker for balance with the other. Suddenly, Norm let go of her mouth and she screamed. It was the wrong thing to do. Ronnie stuffed the sopping, pink panties into her mouth.
Norm quickly ran a length of surgical tape across McKenna’s blushing face. Her mouth was held open by the wad of web fabric, so the tape ran across her mouth between her pearly teeth. Norm ran a second length of tape for good measure. Filled to the brim with her own sopping panties, McKenna was securely gagged and bound; the taste of her own pussy flooded her mouth, and the awful old men were free to do whatever they wanted to her.
What Ronnie and Norm wanted was a nice long taste of little girl pussy, an appetizer while they waited for their Viagra to kick in. But that required getting the sweet little morsel out of Myron’s lap. “Where should we put her, Myron,” Ronnie asked the ringleader of the trio of old men.
“Push me over to the table, then you can hoist her up on that,” Myron said, still torturing the little girl’s pussy and rigid, tiny nipples with his bony fingers. “But hurry up, she’s getting heavy.”
“What about the puzzle?” Norm asked as he started to wheel Myron’s wheelchair across the room, with Ronnie and his walker just behind.
“Fuck the puzzle!” Myron barked. “Just get her off my lap.”
McKenna, small for her age, barely weighed seventy pounds. But it was still a struggle for Norm, with a bit of help from Ronnie, to lift her out of Myron’s lap and place her on her back on the table. By the time they got her there, her blouse was fully open and her short skirt was hiked up above her hips. She might as well be naked. Despite the drugs coursing through her system, she trembled with fear at what the awful old men would do next. She struggled against the thin white tape that secured her wrists to the insides of her ankles and made it impossible to hide her young pussy from the old men’s ogling eyes. The pieces of the half-finished jigsaw puzzle bit into her back through her thin blouse. She screamed ineffectually into her soggy gag when Norm pulled her across the table to get her round, perfect ass right at the edge of the table.
“You’re right, Myron, the table’s perfect,” Norm said as he pulled a chair up and sat down in front of the little girl’s bound splayed legs. Ronnie sat in another chair, breathing hard from all the exertion, happy to let his friend go first with the pretty preteen's pussy.
“Of course, I’m right, you nitwit. Get on with it.”
“Damn, that is such a pretty cunt,” Norm said, ignoring his older friend’s grouchiness. “Oh yeah, will you look at that?” he crooned as he spread McKenna’s legs wider with his big hands on her thighs. Designed to accommodate the arms of Myron’s wheelchair, the table was higher than normal. Norm barely had to lean over to bring his nose close to McKenna’s nearly hairless cunny. “That is the sweetest aroma I ever did smell,” he said before he went in even closer and swirled his tongue through the glistening, swollen lips of McKenna’s sex.
McKenna knew she was bright red. She knew her freckles were standing out like little neon spots. An ancient old man was licking her pussy! He was old enough to be her great grandfather. And the other two nasty old men watched her being molested with obvious excitement. But none of that was truly the cause of McKenna’s blush, of her incredible humiliation. The real problem was the way she couldn’t stop herself from arching her back and tilting her pelvis to push her clit harder against the awful man’s probing tongue. Her whole body trembled as the awful man quickly pushed her back towards another climax. Why was she so easy?!
“That’s pretty good technique you’ve got there,” Myron declared. “Look at her shiver. Heh, Ronnie,” he barked, “Why aren’t you using all that fancy equipment you’re always on about? What the fuck?”
Ronnie blinked behind his thick glasses. “You’re right!! I’ll be right back,” he said. Ronnie and his walker made a slow dash towards the row of recliners, where his laptop still sat.
McKenna squirmed and struggled under the hands and tongue of her ancient tormentor. But there was no denying the intensity of her young body’s reaction to the vile molestation. Her traitorous body loved it! If her wrists weren’t bound to her ankles, she knew she would grab the old man’s bald head and pull him tighter. If she wasn't gagged, she would probably beg him to sink his tongue deeper or lick her little clit harder. Or worse!
When Ronnie trundled back with his walker, with a video camera hanging off the front, and a cord trailing back to his laptop, McKenna tried even harder to scream. Her eyes nearly burst from her head. But she could only watch as the old man set the camera up on a small tripod. Seconds later, from the corner of her eye, she saw herself – up on the huge television screen in front of the recliners. Then the video zoomed in on the tongue flicking in and out of her nearly bald cunny. Her pussy visibly glistened and trembled excitedly.
McKenna was the new porn star for the amusement of three, horrible old men! Her humiliation exploded, and with it, the intensity of her body's reaction to the old man's tongue rasping across her clit exploded too.
“Nice work, Ronnie,” Myron said with a smirk. “We’ll be watching this one for a long time.” He leaned in closer to the tongue action. “Aren’t you about done down there, Norm? I’m starting to feel some action downstairs!”
With a gasp, Norm hauled his bulk back from the little girl’s cunny. “Me… too…” he spluttered. “Go… on, somebody else take a turn. Oh hell, nice work with the video, Ronnie.”
Ronnie took the next turn getting a taste of the sweet little girl’s sweet little pussy, although he had to pull out his dentures before he dove into the flowing nectar. Trembling with excitement, his technique was not the equal of Norm, but it was enough to keep McKenna blushing and thrashing. When Myron took over, leaning forward from his wheelchair, the child learned that it could be just as stimulating to have the sensitive ring of her ass licked as any part of her cunny. She couldn’t stop herself from straining to pull her butt up, giving the ancient man better access to her rosette.
It was all too much. With the stimulation from the old men and the fogginess from the drugs, McKenna could barely remember where she was. But some part of her brain was still screaming at her, Danger! Run! Escape!, even if that voice was getting dimmer and dimmer. Just as Myron suddenly rolled back from tonguing her tortured young ass, she felt the tape binding her ankles and wrists cut away; a quick, stinging tug of the adhesive and she was free. Run! Get away while you can! McKenna gathered all the wits she had left, slid forward, jumped off the table..!
And pitched forward over the front of Ronnie’s fancy walker.
Instinctively, McKenna grabbed at the back legs of the walker to keep from tumbling over. She would have tumbled over anyway if not for hands that quickly grabbed her ankles on each side, but any relief she felt was short-lived. Her legs were pulled wide and two seconds later her ankles were securely taped just outside the front legs of the walker, with only her toes and the balls of her feet able to reach the ground. She twisted and fought like a trapped animal, but already she was at a terrible disadvantage. Ronnie and Norm had little trouble grabbing her wrists, pulling her down, forcing her to bend at the waist, then taping her wrists to the back legs of the walker. Just like that, the poor child was once again helpless, held in place bent over the walker, barely able to touch the cold floor. Her weight was delicately balanced, front to back, and it seemed that any moment she might pitch forward and slam her unprotected face into the hard floor. She struggled, raised her head, and pulled back her shoulder – all to improve her balance – and there she was, a terrified, bound little girl up on the big television screen.
“I do love those little blue pills!” McKenna heard from behind her. Startled, she twisted her torso and craned her neck, only to find Norm, naked, just behind her vulnerable form. The evil smirk on his face was almost as terrifying as the large, throbbing erection that jutted out in front of him. She grunted with fear as she started to pitch forward, but the old man grabbed her long, pretty red ponytail in his fat paw, jerking her head back around to stare forward at the big screen. If not for the drugs coursing through her system, calming her down, she might well have died of fright at that moment, as the head of the old man’s cock settled into the warm, wet folds of her young pussy.
Run! Escape! Danger! Part of her mind screamed. This was the moment. The old man was going to rape her. But god, no, please - she wanted him to!
Norm didn't disappoint the pretty little girl who was bound to Ronnie's walker. Her young body was amazing: the curve of her spine, bent over, with her legs spread wide around the walker. How could any horny old man resist her? Why would he want to? He swirled his sizeable cockhead around and around in her entrance, forcing her towards more, feverish excitement. It was amazing to see himself, up on the big screen, about to fuck such a hot little skirt. He should probably be worried about his heart condition – but he didn't care. His strong, fat fingers dug into the child's hips and he thrust forward, burying his hungry cock into her tight, welcoming cunny.
McKenna’s back arched when the man entered her. Her arms strained at the awful tape. Her throat spasmed as she tried to scream. But it was so good! How could such an old man fuck her so fast? She watched herself on the screen, with the big man behind her, quickly turning red in the face from exertion he wasn’t used to. But still, he fucked her hard and fast, pulling hard at the flare of her hips, delving incredibly deep inside. She couldn’t stop the shivering, overwhelming orgasm that flooded out from the very core of her being.
And then Norm slammed as deep inside her as he could get. She heard his loud groan. She saw the triumph on his beet-red face. She felt the warmth of his old, thick cum spreading through her body. He slammed into her again, then a third time, then it was over – and not a moment too soon. The old man looked stricken, and he stumbled back away from her, falling into a chair.
“You alright there, Norm?” Myron said from his wheelchair. “You don’t look so hot!”
“It… it… was… worth it!” Norm panted. “God… damn… so… so tight! Best… ever!”
McKenna tensed at the feel of another pair of bony hands grasping her hips. She doesn’t need to twist her head around to know that Ronnie is ready for his turn with her tight, young pussy – she can see him behind her up on the big TV. But she’s given a moment’s reprieve from her second rape of the evening when Myron’s demanding bark rings out.
“Not so fast, Ronnie!” Myron says. “Get that tape off of her mouth first! I got me a hell of a hard-on here and I can’t wait!”
In the next second, Myron’s wheelchair appeared directly in front of the little girl. His sweatpants were already down around his ankles and his dark, veiny cock was jutting up out of his tidy whities. How did such a skinny, ancient man have such a big cock? In the same moment, Ronnie awkwardly stepped to one side of McKenna, hanging onto the walker, inhibited by his own sweatpants down around his ankles. He grabbed at the surgical tape over her mouth and ripped it away before Myron reached up and pulled the soaking pink panties from her mouth. McKenna screamed with fear as Ronnie made his way back behind her, but neither of the men seemed to care.
Ronnie’s hands took a strong grip on McKenna’s hips, and she screamed again when she felt herself tipping forward over the walker. But she was in no danger of falling. She was, however, in danger. Myron’s surprisingly strong, bony fingers twined into the long hair on each side of her pretty face. Together, the old men held her in place, dangling forward over the walker, helpless.
The preteen babysitter could no longer see herself up on the big TV. If she could, she would have seen the way the two old men balanced her perfectly between them, with her face in Myron’s lap and her amazing young pussy just in front of Ronnie’s impressive old shlong. She would have seen the way she arched her back when Ronnie’s cockhead nestled between her soppy, engorged labia, and how she struggled desperately against the surgical tape binding her to the walker as her other lips were brought into contact with Myron’s ancient, big cock.
Instead, McKenna felt it all. She felt the way her lips were forced over the head of Myron's cock as she was tipped forward. Then she felt Ronnie's cock sliding up and up and up into her tight pussy as she was tipped backward. Like some see-saw, the little girl was rocked forward and back, forward and back, choking a huge cock down her throat on way forward and taking another fat cock up her throbbing, excited cunny on the way back.
The pretty red-headed preteen’s two-way rape went on and on. And the drugs they’d given her washed over her in a second wave. McKenna didn’t care that she was being raped, she didn’t care that they were nasty, mean old men. Her addled brain spun and all she could understand were the two big cocks invading her small body. All she could feel was the intense climaxes that washed over her again and again.
She barely noticed when Ronnie pulled her hard against his body and came deep inside her. The only thing she noticed was the emptiness when he pulled out of her. She wanted to scream for him to come back, but Myron’s cock was well down in her throat. Fortunately, the emptiness went away when Norm stepped back up to the plate and rammed his Viagra-renewed cock back into the little girl’s sopping pussy.
Forward and back, forward and back. Climax after climax. She lost track of time. She lost track of everything. There was only the sex, the cocks, the taste, the fingers in her hair, the hands at her hips, the…
Myron’s cock erupted, spilling warm, extremely thick cum into McKenna’s mouth, overwhelming the last traces of her conscious mind. She was unaware that Norm filled her young womb with a second blast of his thick old-man semen, or that he quickly staggered away to be helped into a chair by his friend Ronnie, as he clutched at his angina-filled chest.
The last conscious thought in McKenna the babysitter’s mind before she passed out, still bound helplessly to Ronnie’s walker, still being projected up onto the big television screen, was how much she didn’t like the awful, earthy taste of Myron’s thick cum, or the way it slid down her abused throat as she swallowed.
At the touch of a hand on her shoulder, McKenna tried to come awake. Disoriented, she blinked at bright light coming through an east window. Where was she? The horrors of her evening started to come back to her! She was sitting in one of the armchairs in front of the big TV with her legs tucked up under her. She’d drooled on the soft arm of the chair. The sun was up! She clutched at herself, and thankfully she was fully dressed and decent. But then, as she moved, she discovered her panties were wet and they squelched with something gooey. Did she pee herself in the…? Oh god, no, worse! The rest of the terrifying night rushed back into her brain. Those men! Those old, old men!
“Good morning, dear,” Mrs. Patterson said rather too loudly. She didn't seem to notice McKenna's sudden, intense blush. “I hate to wake you up, but I thought you’d want to head home now.”
“Wha-what time?”
“It's gone half-past seven," Mrs. Patterson answered. "I've already checked on all my 'boys.' You know, I've never seen them all sleep so soundly at the same time. You must really be a wonderful sitter, McKenna. I do hope you'll come again – and soon."
Fully awake now, McKenna’s eyes flared and she jumped to her feet. Her shoes waited for her in front of the armchair and she pulled them on as quickly as she could. For a moment, she stared without comprehension at the wad of cash Mrs. Patterson held out to her, then she grabbed it. Without another word, she fled from Mrs. Patterson’s retirement home.
McKenna was halfway home before she remembered one last thing: the video!
She was never, never, never, never going to babysit ever again!!
Haven't had enough of McKenna yet? Then try her third story: Yet Another Wrong Babysitter Story: A Halloween Nightmare
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