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 My daughter, the babysitter - part 4
   (Jolene opens up and Joanne plans to babysit again)
   After an evening's babysitting for two young children, my daughter has
her first sexual experience, sucking off the kid's father.  Then she sucked
me off on the way home, and later again in her own bed.
   I woke up next to my wife, still spooned against her and with her breast
firmly in one hand.
   "Mmmm, darling!" she purred as she too woke up.  "That feels good!"
   I realised that my cock had erected and was firmly pushing against her
vaginal opening.
   Just at that moment, our younger daughter, Jolene, came bursting into
the bedroom.
   "Don't you ever knock!" cried my wife, disappointed.
   "Sorry, Mum," said Jolene, looking bright and cheerful for so early in
the morning.  "You know I've got to be at school early for the excursion."
   "Oh, damn!" cried my wife.  "I'd forgotten.  Sorry, darling."
   She threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, naked as usual.  What
she hadn't realised was the fact that she'd thrown the covers off of me
too. And I could see that Jolene, our 12 year old, younger daughter, was
staring straight at my hugely erect cock.
   But instead of looking away, she grinned and then looked straight into
my eyes.
   "Daddy, you look good this morning," she giggled.
   By then, and before my wife had turned round to look, I'd quickly pulled
the duvet over most of my body.  My wife smirked as she went to the en
suite bathroom to take a shower.
   Jolene, slowly turned and walked towards the door.
   "Daddy?" she asked, stopping in the doorway.  "Were you and Mummy just
about to...you know...do it?"
   "Perhaps," I admitted with a grin.
   "Well, you did look ready for it" the 12 year old said, bluntly.
   She closed the door quietly behind her.  It seemed that she was already
as mature as our older daughter, Joanne!  I was astonished, but I couldn't
avoid the fact that my erection would not go away.  The idea that she'd
seen my cock in full active mode was intriguing.  I just waited for my wife
to get dressed and kiss me before leaving.
   "Next time, wake me up earlier?" she giggled sexily.  "I could have done
with that big thing this morning!"
   When she'd left with Jolene, I wondered whether I should go to Joanne's
bedroom, but I somehow decided not to.  It didn't calm my erection though,
and I saw Joanne staring at the bulge in my clothes throughout breakfast.
   As usual, I dropped her off at school and left for work.  We'd said
nothing about our late night fun.
   That evening, when we were all together having dinner, Jolene suddenly
grinned.
   "I sucked a boy off today at school!" she stated flatly.
   "You what?" cried my wife and Joanne together.
   "Jolene!" I admonished.  "Did you?"
   "Yea," she admitted.  "I did and he paid me $50!"
   "OMG!  She's a slut already!" cried my wife, disgusted.
   "I paid you $50 for my first blowjob," I said quietly.
   "Yes, but that's different!" blustered my wife.
   "How old were you?" taunted Jolene, looking so proud of herself.
   "Uh...thirteen," my wife admitted, with a wry grin.
   "See!" shouted Jolene, triumphantly.  "I'm 13 tomorrow!"
   Joanne and I just had to laugh.
   "Did you swallow it?" asked Joanne, quickly.
   "Ugh!  No!" the young girl said.  "It was disgusting."
   "No it's not," admitted Joanne.  "I love it!"
   My wife looked in horror at Joanne now.
   "Are you a slut too?" she asked, in shock.
   "No, Mum!" Joanne assured her.  "I only do it with people I love.  I bet
Jolene doesn't know what love is!"
   "It's when a guy sticks his thing in your pussy.  That's love!" giggled
Jolene, quickly.
   The three of us laughed.
   "No, dear!" said her mum, firmly.  "That's just sex.  Love
is...well...different."
   My wife looked at me and grabbed my hand tightly.  I could see that she
was getting into ideas that were not easy for her to talk about.
   "Love is when you do it lots of times in one night," continued Jolene.
"Is that right?"
   "Perhaps," I stepped in.  "But you can also just have sex several times
a night without being in love!"
   "David!" my wife said, shocked.  "Should you...?"
   "I'm just being honest," I said, grinning at her.
   "OK!  But, Jolene?" she asked.  "How do you know about these things?"
   "School chat," our younger daughter admitted.  "My best friend is in her
last year and she's told me."
   "Yes, I know," piped up Joanne.  "I've seen you two holding hands!"
   This was getting out of hand, but interesting nonetheless.  My cock was
firmly erect, yet again!
   "She's my special friend," agreed Jolene.  "We do things together."
   "Like what?" asked my wife, still in shock.
   "Oh, you know...girl things!" said Jolene, smiling naughtily.
   "OMG!" squealed my wife.  "I can't believe I'm hearing this from a 12
year old!"
   "Come on, darling, I comforted her.  "You and I had our first sex when
you were only just over 13!"
   "Did you?" cried Joanne to her Mum, amazed.
   "Yes," my wife admitted, hesitantly.  "He seduced me!"
   We both giggled.  It had actually been the other way round, with my
wife, then an innocent schoolgirl, begging me to put my cock inside her and
take away the last barrier to her becoming a woman - before her Dad did, so
she said.
   In the event, her Dad didn't even approach her.  She'd learnt all there
was to know about sex from me by the time she was 14 - or at least, that's
what we thought at the time.  I was 19!
   "Yes, I know all this," admitted my wife.  "But Jolene, are you still a
virgin?"
   "Legally, I guess so, but I've not got a barrier any more," our younger
daughter admitted.
   "How did you lose it?" asked Joanne, now showing her own sense of
amazement at her younger sister's experience.
   "Kathy uses...you know...a thing to bring me off!" Jolene said.
   We all looked shocked.
   "A thing?  How big is it?" asked my wife.
   "Bigger than Daddy's cock!" Jolene giggled, looking at me with a very
wicked smile.
   Joanne laughed.
   "Daddy's cock's not that big!" Joanne said quickly.
   Then she noticed my sad look.
   "But it's very beautiful!" she added, hurriedly.
   My wife looked astonished, first at me then at Joanne.
   "Is something happening here that I don't know about?" she asked me,
accusingly.
   "I saw his big cock this morning when you got up," Jolene piped up.
   "Oh dear!" said my wife.  "I threw the bed covers too far back, did I,
darling?"
   She squeezed my hand in apology.
   "Yep!  Jolene saw it in all it's erect glory!" I admitted, grinning at
Joanne.
   "Mmmmmmmmmmmm," murmured Joanne, under her breath.
   "So?" asked my wife.  "What next?"
   "Forget this and watch our favorite TV program?" I suggested.  "It's
almost time!"
   The girls looked relieved.  I'd no idea how far that conversation would
have gone, but at that moment the phone rang.  My wife picked it up and
then handed it to Joanne.
   "It's Mrs.  Jacobsen.  She wants Joanne to babysit again tomorrow
night."
   Joanne listened and answered into the phone for several minutes.  There
was a smile on her face when she finally cut the connection.
   "They're going out for the evening and will be back very late, They
asked if I could sleep over.  Can I, Mum?"
   This had happened once before and the couple had been totally charming
about it, bringing Joanne back home themselves at 10 the next day.  They
were strict churchgoers and went every Sunday at 10.30.
   "Sounds good to me.  You make good money and they seem to like you,"
agreed my wife.
   Joanne grinned at me.
   "You OK about it too, Daddy?" she asked, with a naughty grin.
   "Sure, darling.  No worries!"
   We all adjourned to the TV lounge and enjoyed our show, finally retiring
to bed, quite tired at about 11 pm.
   I was not in the least bit surprised when my wife came on to me again,
just like she had the night before.  However, this time, I wanted her as
much as she wanted me and we enjoyed at least two hours of delicious
lovemaking.  I enjoyed two superb orgasms, my wife so many that she lost
count.  Her pussy was still as exquisitely tight as the first time I took
her when she was 13.  She did special exercises every day to keep herself
tight, knowing how much I liked it.
   We slept till very late on Jolene's 13th birthday.  What awful parents!
   (continued in part 5)
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My daughter, the babysitter - part 4