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Babysitting Blues
Part 3: Babysitting Fun

The obvious question on my mind was, "How the hell did you end up
sleeping with your dad’s business partner!?"  Of course, knowing Trixie
as well as I did, I knew she had either a very clever answer, or her old
stand by, "My daddy lets me have anything I want!"  Guess which she gave
me.  I kept pressing her for more info than she was willing to give me,
and she only gave me half answers.  The only useful information I got
was that Mario and his wife were swingers, and let the other have sex
with almost anyone as long as they were honest about it.

Again, it really didn’t matter to me all that much.  I was just trying
to understand everything and everyone like usual.  As long as he wasn’t
going to hurt us, and make us both feel good, I was willing to try new
things out.  Actually, I didn’t go out and start looking for boys to
screw.  Neither did Trixie.  I still didn’t much like the boys that were
my age.  They were all phony and pretending to be bigger and manlier
than they were.  The boys I did like, weren’t the kind of boys I wanted
to fuck.

When I was a teenager, my dad’s allowance wasn’t nearly enough for me to
do anything more than watch a movie now and again.  So, from the time I
was fourteen until the time I was seventeen, I made some spending cash
by babysitting.  Some of the girls at school wanted to get out of
babysitting, so I took over for some of them.  Eventually, I had several
clients whose children I took care of when they were out trying to
relieve the stress of putting up with their children.  It was an added
benefit that my dad worked for the Police Academy, and that I was well
trained in self defense.  No one argued with my ten-dollar pay hike.

Most of the kids I took care of were girls, somewhere between six and
ten, and were usually very easy to put up with.  I did take care of two
boys, separately.  One was Jacob, and he could be sweet talked into
doing anything.  Then there was Petey the pest.  I swear that kid acted
like he was on a permanent sugar high with a little bit of marijuana
munchies.  Every time I was over there, he’d be bouncing up and down,
hollering, running around in circles, acting like a dog with a treat
tied to his own tail.

The kid was ten, and was his own personal hurricane most of the time.  I
caught him trying to peek in on me when I went to the toilet a few
times.  Easily avoided, just lock the door.  Then one week when I was
trying to read a book when he was watching cartoons, he decided to
emulate what he saw, and peek up my skirt.  I slapped the little
bastard’s hand and threatened to tell his parents if he ever tried that
again.  He just sat on the floor grumbling, trying to hide the stiffy he
was getting.

Now, as I said, I wasn’t attracted to boys my own age, and I certainly
wasn’t getting wet thinking about a ten-year-old boy’s bald penis
standing on end.  However, he pulled that stunt the week before my
fateful encounter with Mario.  Two weeks later, Petey’s parents offered
me twice my normal fee to watch him that night.  They were going to a
"meeting" and wouldn’t be back until well after midnight.  I knew they
were going to a club meeting, but the after midnight remark meant they
were going to be staying in a hotel for nookie time.  Works for me.

The minute they left, he turned into the amazing, one boy hurricane.
Instead of getting annoyed at him like I usually do, I decided to try
being sweet to him.  "Petey, honey, if you sit still and behave, I’ll
buy you an ice cream cone after dinner."  I don’t know if he was
genuinely interested in the prospect of an ice cream cone.  He had a
two-gallon tub of triple chunky chocolate ice cream in their freezer,
but it really confused the hell out of him.  That’s what I was going
for.  I thought if he was busy wondering why I wasn’t shouting or
chasing him, he’d behave for at least twenty minutes.

Well, he was watching his favorite cartoon, the one that prompted me to
slap his hand two weeks before.  He turned around when I was reading a
book, grabbed the hem of my skirt, flipped it up with his eyes glued to
my silky under things.  He stood up to dart off, but I grabbed his arm
before he could get all the way to his feet.

Oddly enough, I wasn’t really angry this time.  I looked down and saw
his shorts standing up, looking like the world’s smallest circus tent.
If I hadn’t met Mario just over a week before, my mind wouldn’t have
started working in the same way this time.  Some little voice told me
that I could keep this boy from turning into one of those boys at school
with grabbing hands and slack- jawed expressions.

The voice reasoned to me that boys aren’t allowed to explore things the
way you have.  If you show him the good way of doing things, he might
turn into another Mario.  I usually listen to that little voice.  I
stood up and turned him around, then pushed him onto the couch.  Poor
Petey looked like he was going to start bawling.  I leaned over and
placed my hand on his face.  "It’s okay.  I’m not mad.  But, you have to
promise you aren’t going to ever tell anyone what I’m gonna do.  If you
do, I’ll tell your parents you were lying and they’ll stop letting you
watch your cartoons.  I’ll also never come over again."

Poor boy was so confused he just nodded at me.  I stood back up and
lifted my skirt.  I was wearing a pair of satin green panties with
ruffled lace trim.  I could just imagine what that must have looked like
to a horny ten-year-old boy.  If his boner got any harder, I’m sure it
would have exploded right there in his pants.  I looked down at his
admiring eyes, transfixed by the shiny material between my legs and told
him, "Now don’t think that any other girl is just going to lift up her
skirt and flash you her panties."

His eyes were glued to my pussy, I’m not sure he was hearing me, so I
snapped my fingers at him.  He looked up at me, startled.  "I’m not
going to let you do this if you won’t listen to me."  He repeated what I
said word for word, and I made him tell me what that meant.  He said, "I
can’t do this with any other girls."  I said, "You can, but they have to
tell you they want you to first.  A girl has to like you first before
you try anything like this."

"Are you gonna do me?"  I almost laughed out loud when he said that.
"No, I’m just going to show you the right way to treat a woman when you
get the chance, which won’t be for a long time.  You are too young to be
‘doing’ anyone."  His eyes moved back to my green panties.  "Can I touch
you?"  "Good," I thought to myself.  I’m going to be able to get this
boy to do anything I tell him to.

I took a step closer to him and let him fondle me through my panties.
He squeezed my labia together pretty hard, so I slapped his hands.
"Gently.  You have to be gentle to a girl.  Girls don’t like boys who
grab and squeeze."  I took his hand, flattened it out until he was
cupping my pussy.  I then stroked his hand up and down, guiding his
middle finger along my slit.  This was starting to remind me of my first
experience stroking another girl’s pussy.

I pulled my hand away and let him explore by himself.  He started to put
his hand down inside my panties, but I stopped him, telling him that he
wasn’t allowed to touch my naked privates.  He seemed a little
disappointed, but eagerly returned to stroking me through my panties.
He was getting better after a while.  I could feel my pussy get wet.
When that happened, I stopped him.  I told him that he was doing it
right, but he’d have to wait until he was older to get to be able to do
it all the way.

Again, Petey seemed disappointed, but obeyed me without asking any
questions.  Since he was behaving so well, I decided to give him one
more treat.  I straddled him, pushing him back all the way against the
couch.  If I let my legs relax any, I would have been sitting on his
lap.  As it was, I could feel his ten-year-old little hard on pressing
my twat.  I asked him, as sweetly as I could, if he’d unbutton my
blouse.  Poor kid looked like he was going to have a nosebleed all over
the place.

With shaky hands, and struggling not to pass out from the excitement,
Petey undid the top three buttons of my blouse.  He started working on
the fourth, but his hands shook so hard that his fingers kept slipping.
I held his hands between mine to steady them.  He had gotten enough of
my buttons undone that I could slip my blouse down my shoulders.

"Have you ever been this close to a woman’s breasts before?"  He just
shook his head.  His eyes were fixated on the two little points that
were sticking out through my satin green bra.  I slid the straps off my
shoulders and pulled the cups of my bra down.  My titties bounced a
little as they were freed of their restraints.  If his eyes opened any
farther, they would have fallen out.  He just sat there, hypnotized by
the soft white bags of flesh that were sitting in front of his face.

I wasn’t going to push him any faster than he wanted to go, so I felt a
little gentle persuasion was in order.  I put my hands behind his head
and gently stroked his hair.  He was still sitting rigidly.  I wasn’t
about to sit there all night and wait for him to make up his mind about
if wanted to touch them or not.  I leaned forward a little farther.
When my left nipple brushed his lips, he slurped down on it like he was
trying to drink cola from a straw.

I slapped his face when he did that.  Not hard, just enough for him to
know he did something wrong.  "Did you forget the first rule?  I don’t
want you turning my nipples purple.  Start again, and remember, be
gentle."  I backed up a little, and he leaned forward and let the right
nipple slide gingerly into his half-open mouth.  He sealed his lips
around my areolas and slowly sucked the air out of his mouth.  I could
feel my nipple expand in his mouth as blood flowed to the sensitive
flesh.

I let him suck me like that for a good ten minutes, stroking his hair
and whispering a few words of encouragement.  When I felt he was
finished learning what I wanted to teach him that day, I pulled the
straps of my bra back over my shoulders and buttoned my blouse up.  I
bent over and kissed his forehead and slid my hand down into his pants.
When I got hold of his painfully erect penis, it immediately came in my
hand.

Petey looked completely exhausted.  He didn’t notice me lick his young
seed off my fingers.  He had just fallen asleep on the couch, so I
picked him up and carried him to his bed.  I pulled off his clothes,
cleaned up the mess I made in his pants, put on a fresh pair of
underpants and his jammies.  I knew I wasn’t going to be grabbing his
penis again.  We did, however, play our game the two times I babysat for
him after that.  To his word, he never told anyone the secret game we
played.

Petey’s probably about seventeen by now.  I certainly hope his
girlfriends appreciate the tender tutelage I gave him.  Which brings me
to my current situation.  My dad doesn’t send me much money here in
college.  He doesn’t want me going out and partying all night and
abandoning my studies.  He only doles out a small weekly allowance so I
can get some meals not offered in the dorm cafeteria, and just enough
extra for me to gas up my car when I need to.

I wanted a little spending cash.  Not so I could go to wild, all night
drinking parties like many girls on campus liked to do.  I just didn’t
want to borrow money from Trixie to pay for a gift I was going to be
giving her.  So, I decided to try to find a job, but all the campus jobs
were always first come, first serve.  It was Trixie who suggested I fall
back on my babysitting skills.  Trixie’s brother had an eight-year-old
little girl and he liked to go out on the weekends with his wife.  Next
stop, Brit the brat.

    

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