Girls always complain about babysitting, but that's only because they don't know how to properly enjoy it. Babysitting, like everything in life, is like a game. You have to break the rules if you want to have any real fun. 

I was fifteen when I first started babysitting my neighbor. Her name was Ellen, but everyone called her Ellie for short. She was twelve at the time. When her mother first asked me to baby-sit her, I thought it was strange that a twelve-year-old girl would even need such supervision. Well, it seems that Ellie's mother had caught her looking at porn on the family computer. It turned out Ellie's father had saved a sizeable collection on the computer, and Ellie had simply stumbled upon it. Her mother was furious, and ever since, she and her husband have been attending couple's therapy three nights a week, for three hours at a time. And that's where I came in. Pun most certainly intended. 

I knew Ellie's parents about as well as most people know their neighbors, but I had only met Ellie herself in passing, never speaking more than a dozen words to her at any given time. She never seemed like a very remarkable girl, and whenever our paths crossed, I was usually in the middle of doing something else. 

So I agreed to baby-sit her three nights a week. After all, a fifteen-year-old boy isn't usually the most likely cantidate for a real job. 

So I went to her house that first night. Her parents were on their way out, saying "hi" and "bye" in the same breath. After that it was just Ellie and me. 

I sat down on the couch and started flipping through channels on the TV. Her being twelve, and understandably pissed at her parents, I assumed she would just spend the entire evening in her room, which was fine by me. I really didn't know how to entertain a twelve-year-old girl. 

But I knew how to entertain myself. And that's when I remembered the family computer. The one with her father's porn collection on it. 

I decided to investigate. At first, I had no intention of masturbating in someone else's house- the implications of what would happen if I was caught were too painful to imagine. But I was curious what kind of porn her father was into, and also curious about how a twelve-year-old girl would react to it. 

I sat down at the computer and started rooting through files. It wasn't long before I found a folder labled "XXX". Yeah, real subtle there, dad. No wonder Ellie found it. I opened it up and starting poking around. It was pretty deviant stuff by social standards, but by porn industry standards, it was just par for the course. The folder mostly contained images saved from websites- girls sucking cock, getting gang-banged, taking facials. There were also alot of bukkake pictures. Before I knew it, I was sporting a hard-on. Almost unconsciously I started rubbing the tip of my dick through my pants. I could already feel pre-cum leaking from the head. I kept clicking on images and slowly rubbing my dick, unaware that I was even doing do. Then I found another folder. This one was labled "XXXX". I opened it up and couldn't believe what I saw. 

This folder had many, many more pictures than the original folder. And they were much more deviant. There were pictures of hundreds of different girls, not one of them older than thirteen. Sometimes they were just sitting naked on a couch, but sometimes there would be an eleven-year-old girl being fucked by two middle-aged men. There were pictures of little girls sucking dicks, being fucked in the ass, and even being ejaculated on by groups of up to a dozen old men. I couldn't fucking believe it. My cock was stiff enough to fuck a hole in a concrete wall. I was rubbing my dick harder now, caught up in the sheer depravity of it all. I had never seen anything to arousing. So I was in another world when Ellie tapped me on the shoulder. 

I jumped up like I had just heard a gunshot. I whirled around and there was Ellie. I couldn't believe I had never really noticed her before. She was fucking adorable. She was about 4'6", pale, with freckles. She had long brown hair, done up in pigtails. She was wearing a tight white tank-top that exposed her midriff, and tight green gymnastic shorts. Her body had just started to curve with puberty, and her ass was starting to widen at the hips. She did gymnastics, though, so she had virtually no body fat- she was nice and tight all over. Her breasts had just begun to form, with tell-tale mosquito-bite titties just barely poking through her shirt. And she still had braces. I couldn't help but stare. 

"Do you like those pictures?" she asked in a sweet, innocent voice. I almost blew my load right then and there. 

"Uh...no, I was just..." I stammered. How the hell was I going to explain this? To a little girl, no less? 

"Daddy says these pictures make him happy" she said. "He says they make him feel good. Do they make you feel good?" 

"Well...no...I mean, I just found these, and..." I was fucked. There was no way out of this. I knew I was finished. 

"Did you see the pictures of me?" 

"Pictures of...what?" I asked, dumbfounded. 

"Here, let me show you." She sat on my lap and took the mouse from my hand. My cock, having been frightened into flaccidity by her sudden arrival, came to life once again and started poking her. The way she was sitting, her little ass was right on top of my cock. She kept fidgeting around, grinding my cock deeper in between her ass-cheeks. It felt amazing. I knew I should tell her to stop, but I just couldn't bring myself to say so. 

"Here they are" she said. She had opened another folder, one I hadn't noticed before. There were hundreds of pictures of her and her father. He was fucking her in every hole, cumming on her face, you name it. There were even some with her and groups of other men as well. 

"Daddy likes to have parties sometimes. He invites his friends over and they have their way with me." Have their way with her. Jesus. That's how she actually described it. "It feels funny," she continued, "but good, also. I like it when they play with me, and I like to make them feel good." She turned to face me, a child-like smile appearing on her face. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Do you want to play a game?" 

"What kind of game?" I asked. I couldn't believe this was happening. Was this little girl really offering me her body? To do with as I pleased? It was all happening so fast. 

"I can make your cock feel good" she said, her voice losing none of its' innocent charm. That served to turn me on that much more. "I can put my mouth on your cock and make it shoot out white stuff. Daddy says it's like a magic trick. Want to see?" 

Before I could reply, she got up from my lap and walked over to the couch. She lay down on her back and draped her neck over the armrest, so that her head was hanging upside-down. "Daddy loves this game" she said. "He calls it throat-fucking. He sticks his cock in my mouth and moves back and forth. He does it slow at first, then fast, and then he shoots his white stuff out of his cock. Sometimes he tells me to eat it. Do you want me to eat your white stuff? Daddy says it feels really nice when I eat his white stuff." 

Without thinking, without pondering the consequences, I got up and walked over to the couch. She was looking up at me with a child's wonder in her eyes. Her face was so cute. I couldn't believe she was telling me to fuck her throat. 

"Does your daddy do this to you alot?" I asked. My cock was standing at full attention. I unbuckled by belt and let my pants fall to the floor. She reached up and cupped my balls in both hands. 

"Daddy says this is his favorite game to play with me" she said. "He says my mouth feels the best because it's so wet. C'mon, let's play! I want to make you feel good!" 

That did it for me. I pulled her hands off my balls. "Put your hands between your legs" I said, "and spread them. Spread them apart as far as they can go." I had already started slowly stroking my dick. I felt that if I was denied access to her mouth now, I would surely die. I had to have her. And apparently, she wanted nothing more that for me to move forward with this act of perversion. 

She spread her legs obediently. "Like this?" she asked. Being a gymnast, she could spread her legs farther apart than any girl I have ever seen. She was really talented. The crotch of her shorts barely concealed her tiny little mound, and I could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. "Good girl," I said, "that's good." 

"I like being a good girl" she said, smiling up at me. "I like it when Daddy calls me that." 

"That's good," I said, "that's very good. Now open wide." She gaped mer mouth open, like the good little girl that she was, and I stuck my cock in. It felt amazing. She immediately tightened the muscles in her throat around my cock, but not so tight that they denied entry. She had definitely done this many times before. God, I thought, only twelve years old and she's already a professional whore. I started pumping her throat slowly. She made muffled little gasps. She was choking a little bit, but not too much. I eased my way in, out, in, out. It was incredible. I had never felt anything like it in my life. 

"Good girl," I said, "oh, that's a good girl. You're Daddy's good little girl, aren't you?" 

"Mmm-hmm" she said, her words muffled by the full length of my cock. I could see it working its' way in and out of her throat through the tight skin of her neck. I looked down at her crotch, in between her spread legs. She looked so fucking good. I started pumping a little faster. 

I grabbed her neck with both hands and squeezed the flesh of her neck down around my cock. I was jerking myself off, through her throat, while I fucked her mouth. She let out a little moan of pleasure. She knew this felt good for me, and that made her happy. God, every father should have a daughter this sweet. I was pumping faster now, harder. I was really going at it. 

"Oh God," I said, "you fuckin' love this shit, don't you? You fuckin' love it when I pump your little twelve-year-old throat, huh?" She moaned again. The way her voice was muffled by my cock and hands was so fucking sexy. I kept pumping away faster. 

"You like it when your daddy brings his friends over? You like it when daddy's friends take turns fucking you?" She just kept moaning blissfully. A natural-born whore. "You like it when your daddy and his friends fuck you in all your little holes? You like it when they use your little twelve-year-old body as a fucking sperm receptacle?" I was about ready to cum. I could feel my scrotum start to tighten up, curling my balls closer to my body. They were burning with desire. My cock was throbbing wildly in her throat as I pounded away. She was still spread-eagle in her tight little shorts as she held her legs open. She really had a gift for sexual obedience. 

"Oh God, here it comes!" I shouted. I pulled my cock out of her throat. With my hands still on her neck, I gripped roughly and spun her around so that she was on her stomach. I took her hair in my left hand and yanked her head up so I could see her face. She was staring up at me expectantly, with that sweet little smile still on her face. 

"Oh God...oh shit!" I grabbed my cock with my right hand and started jerking as fast as I could. My cock went ram-rod stiff for a second, and then I started cumming. The first shot felt like it was pouring out of my cock, and it barely made it to where her face was. It hit her nose and started to trickle down. Then my cock really started erupting. I was shooting long, thick gobs of jizz all over her cute little twelve-year-old face. Every time I thought I was finished, another thick blob would force its' way out of my cock and land on her face. It went on for about a minute, with my cock forcing out load after load of thick, goopy white cum. Her face was getting covered it it. She was clearly loving it. She kept smiling. After it stopped shooting out, cum was still trickling out of my cock. I put my thumb in her mouth, puller her jaw down, and shoved myself back down her throat to finish myself off. I slid my cock slowly in and out of her mouth, making sure to get every last drop of cum out of it. I just kept slipping it in and pulling it back out. I was still gripping her hair and holding her head up. Every time I pulled my cock out, her mouth made a little *pop* sound. That aroused me even more, so every time I jammed my cock back in, I did it a little harder. 

Finally, I had finished myself off properly. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to her. We were both breathing heavily. Her face was covered in my cum. I looked over at her and she was wiping it into her eager, young little mouth. It was without a doubt the best orgasm I had ever had. And something told me it wouldn't be the last one I got out of her either. She looked over at me and said, "Wow. That was really fun! Did you like that?" 

"Oh yes, Ellie. Oh shit yeah. That was great. You're such a good little girl. Such a good little twelve-year-old whore. Your daddy must be so proud of you" I smiled at her. 

"He is," she grinned in return. "He's always saying I'm Daddy's little girl. I love making him and his friends feel good. And I love making you feel good, too." 

"Well," I said, checking the clock, "looks like your parents are gonna be home any minute now. Why don't you get yourself cleaned up?" 

She nodded dutifully and trotted upstairs to the bathroom. I looked down at my cock, laughed, smacked it once for good measure, and put my pants back on. I went back to watching TV, and a couple minutes later, her parents got back from their counselling session. 

When they walked in, they were arguing about something. I couldn't make out what it was. When they saw me, her mom said, "Oh, hi there. Was Ellie any trouble?" 

"Nope," I said, forcing back a smile, "no trouble at all." 

"Well, that's good," she said, "usually she's a little you-know-what around her father and me. Well, it's nice to know that she was so well-behaved for you." 

"Oh yeah, she was fine" I said. I looked over at the clock and said, "Well, looks like I should be getting back home now." 

"Oh, certainly," her mom said, "and thanks again. Here's what we owe you for tonight." She gave me a ten-dollar-bill. "And you're sure that you can do this three nights a week? It would be such a huge help if you could." 

"Oh yeah," I said, smiling, "that would be just fine."

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