I let my mind wander and fiction comes out. Stories about adults
having sex with kids, kids having sex with kids, kids having sex with
animals and so on and so forth. If you do not like that, do not read
it... and certainly do not do it at home. 
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BAD, BAD BABYSITTER

When Florence got home from school, the house was empty. Great, she
thought. Mom is still at work. I got at least an hour...
The 13-year old girl jumped up the stairs, taking two steps at once
with her long, slender legs; her long hair dancing up and down on her
back and shoulders. She got up to her room and quickly locked the
door.
While kicking off her shoes, she unbuttoned her jeans and zipped it
open. She pulled it down below her knees, taking her panties with in
one go, and sat down on the side of the bed, kicking them off her
ankles and feet. She thought about taking off her blouse and bra too,
so she would be completely naked, and she liked playing with her
cone-shaped, still growing tits - especially with the sensitive, puffy
nipples, but decided against it. Being completely naked was too
dangerous in case her mom turned up sooner than expected. It would
take her way too long to get 'decent' again. She could not take the
risk. She could squeeze her boobs on top of her clothes too, if she
wanted. This would have to do. And it WOULD. Florence smiled, as she
reached into her school bag and grabbed the smooth, long object in it.
She took it out and looked at it. It was a shiny, black vibrator,
about 2 cm thick and 7 long. Florence smelled it. Nothing. Plain
plastic or something. She was relieved... yet a tiny bit disappointed
too. Emma, her friend, had told her she had found it one day in her
mom's drawer, hidden under her bras, and that she had been using it
and putting it back after ever since. She always washed it before she
put it back, and premused her mom did the same after using it. Still
Florence had hoped there would have been some scent left, of Emma...
or her mom. Emma had said to wet it up with some of her saliva first,
if she was not wet enough between her legs, but Florence felt she was
soaking down there! She had been since Emma had shown her the thing in
the school toilets that afternoon. She put two fingers on her slit.
Her pussy lips felt swollen. The skin was hot and moist. She ran her
fingers over the thin streak of black pubic hairs that had been
sprouting over the last year. Still almost bald, but not completely.
Florence touched her wet pussy again and rubbed some of her juices out
on the tip of the vibrator, which made it glisten. She touched it with
the tip of her tongue, tasting her own wet. That made her grasp for
air. Are you ready? I think I AM, she said to herself. Then she
lowered her hand, taking the vibrator between her open thighs and let
the tip slide along the outside of her pussy lips. "Don't stick it
inside immediately," Emma had said. "Tease your pussy with it first
for a bit." Florence switched the vibrator on and did as her friend
had instructed her. She slid the smooth, buzzing sex toy up and down
her labia, letting it slip between her folds just a tiny bit and then
back out again, tracing the outlines of her preteen vagina. It was
heavenly. It took her breath away. She had been masturbating for a
about three years now, mostly using her fingers, but also pencils,
hairbrush handles and of course the shower head, but this... this
quivering, humming, purring, little sex pet was in a whole different
league. It made her moan of pure joy and excitement. Florence cupped
her other hand around her left boob and squeezed lightly. Ooooooh...
this was gooooood...
Just as Florence was about to take her masturbation one step further
and try to insert her new, black friend in her aching and craving
pussy, she heard a noise downstairs. She froze and listened. Oh fuck!
she thought. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! It's mom! Damn! How the fuck... She
glanced over at the clock on her night stand. It should be over half
an hour until she would be home, normally. Damn! Florence threw the
dildo into her school bag, jumped up from the bed and - while she
heard her mom come up the stairs! - fished her panties out of her
jeans, pulled them on - her mom was now on the landing, stepping
towards her door! - grabbed her jeans and literally jumped in them,
yanking them up. Seconds before her mom was about to grab the door
handle, Florence zipped up her pants and dove towards the door,
unlocking it... and the handle went down and her mom opened the door.
- "Hi, sweetie," her mom said with a smile. "Hey, was your door
locked? I could have sworn it..." She frowned. "What's the matter? You
look so... flushed? What...?"
Mom looked at her young teenage daughter with the big, brown eyes
opened wide; the fine features of her thin nose; her shapely lips; her
straight, long hair covering half her face; her elegant
girl-turning-into-woman figure... and the sloppy state of her school
clothes... her wrinkled blouse hanging loosely out of her jeans...
- "Nothing, mom. Everything's fine. I was just looking for some
stuff... and I couldn't find it. I thought it was under the bed...
and, and... oh well... It's nothing. Really."
- "Oh. Okay then. If you say so, sweetie. Listen, I was home early
from work today - as you can see - and I was just next door's over at
Mr. Carter's house just now. He has an unexpected meeting this evening
and asked if you could go over a couple of hours and look after
Laetitia until he got back."
- Oh no! Mom! I... I... hate that brat! Last time I babysat her, all
she did was cry and whine. 'I want my daddy! I want my daddy!' Ugh! I
can't go over there. Not now, mom! I haven't finished... Well, err...
I got work for school. Mom? Tell me i don't have to go, mommy.
Please?"
- "Laetitia is just a baby, Florence. I'm sure you can handle a 4-year
old. Anyway, you HAVE to go. I already told Brad, Mr. Carter, you
would be there in..." She paused to look at her wrist watch. "...like
NOW! He has to leave in ten minutes. Go on, Flo. Take your bag with
you. You can do some work for school while you're there."
- "Mo-om!"
- "Shush, Flo! Go on! Get your behind over there... and earn some
money!" Mom laughed.
Reluctantly Florence picked up her bag, zipping it, so her mom could
not have a peek and maybe notice the black, shiny object inside and
dragged herself past her mom, out on the landing, heading downstairs.

Florence plunged down on the couch in the Carter's house and watched
as Mr. Carter said goodbye to his daughter. Brad Carter was in his
mid-thirties and divorced. He did not look too bad, Florence thought.
She had fantasized about doing it with him while she masturbated, but
that hardly meant anything. She had fantasized about half of the
school population, male and female.
When Mr. Carter had left, Laetitia remained standing at the door that
just had closed before her. From her cramped up posture, Florence
noticed the girl was on the verge of crying. Oh no, Florence thought,
I've only been here five minutes and it's starting already. Laetitia's
little whining and whimpering noises soon turned into sobbing and
weeping:
- "I w-w-want my d-dadd-y... I w-want m-m-m-y d-addieeeeee!"
Florence first tried to ignore the toddler. Then she went over to her,
squatted down next to her, and stroked the girl's blonde hair.
Laetitia turned herself away from Florence and continued her sobbing.
Florence offered her a soda to drink, some candy... chocolate... All
to no avail. Laetitia was inconsolable. Tears ran down her pretty,
round face, dripping onto her shirt, leaving little wet spots all
over. Florence had no idea what to do, what to say... She felt like
slapping the girl in the face. Anything, to make her stop.
- "SHUT UP, YOU LITTLE CUNT!" Florence suddenly screamed.
With that she stuck her hand up Laetitia's dress and squeezed the
girl's pussy on top of her panties. Immediately Laetitia stopped
crying. Her mouth fell open and she gazed at Florence with her big,
blue eyes wide open. Florence grinned.
- "I knew that would shut you up."
Laetitia frowned and looked puzzled.
- "What's... cunt?" she asked.
- "That's what I'm squeezing right now," Florence replied.
- "My daddy says... (sob) that n-nobody can touch me... there."
- "Maybe. But your daddy isn't here now, is he? I am. And I'm in
charge, and if you don't behave I can do anything I like with you.
There."
- "N-no, you can't."
Laetitia's lower lip started to tremble again, Florence noticed and
she rubbed her thumb along the girl's pussy lips.
- "Stop. Stop t-touch..."
Laetitia took a step back, away from Florence, but she held the
frightened-looking toddler firmly by the arm, grabbing the crotch of
her panties and yanking them down in one pull. She immediately put her
hand flat between the girl's legs and pressed her fingers against her
tender flesh. Laetitia continued her attempts to free herself from
Florence's grip and touch, but as Florence moved her fingers,
massaging the girl's pussy lips, her resistance got weaker. The little
bitch is liking it, Florence thought and smiled.
- "You like your pussy being felt up like that?"
- "NO! You're a bad bad girl! I'll tell my daddy for sure!"
- "If you don't like it... why don't you run away from me then?"
Florence grinned. "I'm not holding you any more. See?"
Florence stuck up her free hand.
- "You're just a little horny slut who likes her pussy is being
fingered. I bet you play with yourself all the time when you're alone.
Don't ya?"
- "No, I don't! I'm not a s-s-s..."
- "Slut. The word is slut. And yes, you ARE one."
Florence took hold of Laetitia's dress and pulled it up, exposing the
girl's naked lower body. Florence kept on pulling, and as if by
instinct Laetitia raised her arms, allowing Florence to pull the dress
over head. Laetitia stood there nude, only wearing her white socks.
Florence tightened her grip on the toddler pussy she was squeezing and
leaned down to kiss Laetitia's flat chest and nipples. With her other
hand she caressed the girl's bare back, down to her bubble butt, which
she tenderly cupped in the palm of her hand. Flicking her tongue over
and around Laetitia's nipple, finger her pussy and feeling up her
butt, Florence her own own pussy tingle and glow. Oh... my... GOD, she
thought. I'm feeling up another girl! A little girl!
Then Florence remembered the shiny, black toy in her purse.
- "Come with me."
Florence dragged Laetitia over to the couch and sat the little girl
down. She took the dildo out of her purse and showed it to Laetitia.
- "What... t-toy is that?" the girl sobbed.
- "I know that you liked your pussy being fingered. I could feel it.
You're a little slut... like me. Aren't you?"
Laetitia shrugged and kept staring at the dildo. She did not dare to
admit to Florence she had indeed enjoyed the fumbling and groping just
now. Whatever her babysitter had planned to do with that black, shiny
thing intrigued her. She looked up at Florence, who had a crooked
smile on her face and was taking her clothes off! OH, IMA GONNA SEE
FLORENCE'S TITTIES! That was the only thought that flashed through her
mind, as she watched the pretty teenager get naked in front of her.
Laetitia stared at the lightly haired slit only centimeters away from
her face. When she looked up she saw the pointy breasts of Florence
raising up on her chest. She giggled. But that was all she had time
for, as Florence got on the couch and lay down on her back and told
her to climb on top of her. She did not understand, but Florence
positioned her the way she wanted: her little butt and slit towards
Florence's face, her head between Florence's thighs, hovering her
pussy. A perfect 69-position.
Florence switched on the dildo. Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...
- "Now, be a good girl and do exactly like I do with my tongue. Understood?"
Laetitia nodded. Then she felt the wetness of Florence's tongue on a
spot where no tongue had EVER been! It slid over her smooth crack,
slipping in between them... It gave her the most wonderful feeling
ever! She suddenly remembered she was supposed to do the same to
Florence's pussy, and went at it. It tasted a bit funny and moist, but
according to Florence's squirming and moaning, she liked what she was
doing. OH MY DEAR FUCK! Florence thought. Playing with yourself or
with a vibrator was fun... but to feel SOMEONE ELSE'S TONGUE there,
was a whole different matter!
At that moment Mr. Carter, who got home earlier than he had expected,
opened the kitchen door. Glancing through the open doors of the living
room he had a clear view of the scene on the couch. His heart skipped
a beat. DAMN! That Florence from nextdoor was having oral sex with his
Laetitia! THERE... on his COUCH! GODDAMMIT! That... that... was SO
incredibly HOT! He had lusted after his blooming preteen neighbor girl
ever she started to develop some tits a year or two before... and
seeing the horny, little slut naked on his couch, having her delicious
slit licked by his toddler daughter, while the young teen herself was
munching away at Laetitia's slit and... pumping a small vibrator in
and out of the girl's asshole... was THE most erotic thing he had ever
seen. His dick grew instantly hard as a rock. He took out his mobile
phone and started to click away. The youngsters on the couch were so
involved in their lesbo action, they had no idea they were no longer
alone, and continued like nothing had happened.
Mr. Carter felt his excitement grow up to a point where he would have
to start touching himself. But then he would inevitably make some
noise and be found out. He decided to play it safe... for now. He
retreated back to the garage where he had come from and made a lot of
noise, to make sure the girls would hear him. He gave them plenty of
time to put their clothes back on, clean up, switch on the tv and have
a seat on the couch, an innocent smile curled around their lips, the
taste of each other's pussy still lingering in their mouths.
That's exactly what he saw when he entered the kitchen for the second
time. Two perfectly innocent-looking young girls, watching some funny
cartoon on tv, laughing and giggling.
Mr. Carter called Florence over and handed her the full amount of
money plus a bit extra, although he had returned sooner.
- "I'm very pleased with your... services, young lady," he said. "I'm
sure Laetitia feels the same." He glanced over at his daughter, who
gave him a big smile back. "I wonder if you would care to give me your
email address? It'll be easier to contact you for future... jobs."
Florence was relieved they weren't found out, over the moon she got
paid A LOT, and happy of the possibility of more of the same sex play
in the future. How perfect was this?! She said her goodbyes and
skipped out of the house, heading home.
After putting Laetitia to bed, Mr. Carter started up his laptop,
opened his email program and clicked 'Compose New Message'. He typed
in florence13@hotmail.com and attached some of the pictures he just
took from his USB-connected phone. As message he typed: 'Looking
forward to the next babysitting session ;-)'. He clicked the send
button, leaned back and smiled. Your sweet, little ass is mine, dear
Florence, he thought.


  
Bad, Bad Babysitter