Adventures in Babysitting
As I stepped up to the front door to ring the bell, I heard a small dog inside yapping. I had never known the Graysons owned a dog, so this was a bit of a surprise. I had wanted a dog, but Mommy didn’t want one, so this surprise was a good one. I could play with their dog after Emily went to bed.
Mrs. Grayson opened the door with the small dog lying along her forearm. The dog was a small poodle, not my favorite breed, but it was cute. Emily was standing behind her mom, smiling shyly at me.
“Come in, dear,” said Mrs. Grayson. “We are so glad you could sit with Emily for us. If you hadn’t, I would probably have to stay home with her and miss my husband’s ‘big moment.’ ” She said the last with a smile, overly pronouncing the words as if to place separate quotation marks around them. I fell in love with her smile at that moment. I almost felt special just to receive that smile meant just for me. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, and I’m pretty sure I blushed.
Mrs. Grayson chuckled and stepped back to allow me through the door. As she placed the dog on the floor, he came to me immediately to check me out, sniffing my feet and legs. “Don’t mind Annie,” said Mrs. Grayson, pointing at the dog. “She just wants to make sure you aren’t planning on robbing us.” I looked back at that mesmerizing smile and realized she was just joking with me.
“Thank you for having me sit for you, Mrs. Grayson,” I said.
“Oh, hon, it’s about time I ask you not to call me that. Now that you’re sitting for us, you can call me Ronni.”
“Ronni?”
“Yep. Short for Veronica.”
I felt as if I had just been invited to dine with the Queen of England. She wanted me to call her by her first name, without even putting “Miss” or even “Aunt” in front of it, like Deanna’s mom! Maybe she allowed everyone to call her that, but I felt so special being told to use her first name.
As she gave me instructions for the evening and showed me around their house, I followed her around like a lovesick puppy, which I suppose I was.
“Make sure Emily gets a bath before bedtime. No school tomorrow, so she can stay up ’til ten. Annie usually sleeps with her, so you can allow the dog in her room. Besides, she would whine and cry and scratch at the door if you didn’t.”
Oh, well, there went the idea of playing with the dog.
“Also, there’s a frozen pizza in the freezer. Your mom told me you are very responsible and often cook frozen pizzas at home. Is that right?”
“Yes.” I could barely talk. Her dress hadn’t been zipped, and I could see she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her boobs weren’t very big, so she could easily get away with that. I found myself wishing I could kiss every freckle, ending with her nipples before moving down….
Suddenly, I realized she had asked me a question and I’d missed it. She was standing in a posture that obviously suggested she was waiting for me to answer. “I’m sorry, my mind was sorta wandering. What did you say?” I turned redder than her hair. How embarrassing!
“I asked if you have any questions,” she said, a slight smirk on her face as if she might have guessed what I had been thinking, though I knew she couldn’t have.
At that moment, Mr. Grayson came into the room. “You ready?” he asked.
“In just a second,” Ronni said, looking back at me, still waiting for my response.
“Oh, no. No questions,” I said.
She pointed to a pad on the table next to their house phone. “All the numbers you need, including my cell, are on there. Be sure to call if you need something or have a question you haven’t considered.” She was still smiling at me, her green eyes sparkling.
“Ready now?” asked Mr. Grayson.
“Would you zip me?” she asked him then turned to look at me, putting her back to her husband. She was looking at me, well, oddly, as if she were silently asking if I’d noticed her bare back and the fact she wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking into those emerald eyes, I swallowed the lump in my throat. I suddenly became aware that my pussy was almost throbbing from the erotic thoughts I had been having about her.
He stepped up to her and grabbed the zipper. “Up or down?” he asked jokingly. Emily giggled at that, and Ronni looked at her and put a “shush” finger to her smiling lips and giggled, herself.
“Up, of course. We have to go, and we can’t be undressing in front of our sitter.”
I SO wanted to say, “Please, go ahead,” but of course I kept my mouth shut. After he had zipped her, she looked at me with those sparkling jewels of her eyes and leaned down to kiss my cheek. As she did, I actually wondered if she knew what she was doing to me–wondered if perhaps she could even smell my young, bald pussy as it gushed in excitement for her.
As she left, she turned to me and said, “Oh, one other thing. Don’t go snooping in our bedroom after Emily goes down for the night. I used to babysit myself and know how curiosity works.” She gave me a final smile, as if she actually WANTED me to snoop around. Then she did another strange thing. She winked at me, as if the two of us were sharing some secret Mr. Grayson was unaware of. Her eyes cut to look down the hall to their bedroom, and then she was gone. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move at first, and very aware that if I so much as touched my pussy, I might come. I stood there, breathing deeply, trying to get control of my horniness.
“You gonna cook the pizza now?” asked Emily, taking my hand.
I looked down into her cute face. “Oh, yeah,” I said and moved to turn on the oven and pull out the pizza for dinner.
All through dinner I thought about those last words, the smile, the strange wink, and the cut of Ronni’s eyes toward the hallway that led to only two rooms, Mr. Grayson’s study and their bedroom. It was almost as if she were making sure the idea of snooping around occurred to me–as if she wanted to make sure I considered doing just that. The smile, the wink, the glance down the bedroom hallway, all said, “I’m just kidding, you know. Please. Snoop all you wish.” I realized I now had something to do instead of playing with the dog.
After we had eaten, we moved to the den and turned on the TV. Sitting down, I was greeted by Annie, who jumped up into my lap. Emily sat beside me on the small loveseat, and we both petted Annie as she sat on me. A few seconds of petting went by and Annie ducked her head down and began to sniff my pussy.
When that happened, Emily giggled. “She does that a lot,” she said.
“She does?”
“Yeah. Sometimes Mommy is in her panties and Annie will start sniffing and even licking down there.” I looked at Emily to see if she was telling the truth, and she was smiling at me, as if she knew that was “bad” but was sharing the secret with me anyway.
“What does your mom do when Annie starts licking like that?” I asked, trying not to sound as if it were that big a deal.
“She says ‘not now, Annie’ or ‘stop it, Annie’ and puts her down.”
‘Not now’? Did that mean she allowed it when Emily wasn’t there? “Does Annie ever sniff and lick you like that?”
Instead of answering, she looked at the TV and said, “Let’s watch SpongeBob!”
I could see right through her. She was avoiding my question. That made the answer obvious, of course. It occurred to me that this was the same age I had been when my mom had first gotten involved with me. There were only three years separating us–well nearly four actually, since I would turn ten soon–and the idea of starting some “fun” with Emily had my pussy getting wet again. Besides that, Annie had moved from just sniffing and was starting to lick my pussy through my shorts. She could smell the lovely fluids that were at that moment spreading throughout my pussy, lubricating my pussy lips and clit and wanted a taste. Again, I wondered if Ronni had ever allowed Annie a taste of her pussy when Emily wasn’t there. Of course, being only nine, almost ten, I had no such compunction. In fact, it became the catalyst for the plan I was hatching to have some sort of sexual contact with Emily. Strangely, I had not really thought about having sex with her because I was the babysitter, and the job seemed important to me.
I sat back and as Emily put a SpongeBob DVD in to watch, I actually spread my legs a bit to allow Annie better access to my pussy, even though I wasn’t really feeling the contact much since I had on shorts and panties between her tongue and my pussy.
“Are you going to let her do that?” Emily asked as she sat beside me again.
“Why not? You do.”
“Uh-UH!” she said, but a look that asked how I knew that was clear on her face.
“It’s okay; I won’t tell. I know you’ve done this because you ignored my question about it. If you hadn’t done it, you’d have said so.”
“You promise you won’t tell?”
“I not only promise, I swear I won’t–as long as YOU don’t tell either.”
“I swear I won’t tell!” she said. Suddenly, SpongeBob wasn’t so interesting. Instead, she was watching Annie digging her nose into my crotch.
I looked over at Emily and asked, “You swear you won’t tell about ANYTHING we do together?”
She nodded, a grin spread across her face. It was a naughty grin–a grin that said, “Yes, I have allowed Annie to lick me there and it felt very good, and I hope we will be doing stuff like that tonight.”
With her promise not to tell about anything we did, I reached down to unsnap my shorts. Lifting my hips, I pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them off. Now Annie had access to my pussy through my thin cotton panties. Soon the gusset was soaked with Annie’s saliva. She acted as if she was enjoying a wonderful meal, which of course she was.
I looked over at Emily, who was entranced by the dog’s licking. She looked up at me and said, “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nodded. “It feels great!”
Glancing from the dog to me, she whispered, “You know what feels better?” as if someone might hear her and stop what we were doing.
“What?” I whispered back, already knowing what she would probably say.
“When she licks you when you don’t have panties on.” She blushed and giggled nervously.
“Oh, wow! That does sound nice. You’ve done that before?”
She nodded. Now, she became bolder, as if teaching me something wonderful. “Sometimes in bed–well, sometimes I take off my panties and let her lick me there,” she said, her voice making it sound like a question. “And it feels all tingly,” she finished, keeping her eyes on what Annie was doing to me.
“You SWEAR you won’t tell?” I asked a final time.
“I SWEAR!” she said, sounding a bit annoyed I would ask again.
Reaching for the elastic band, I pulled my panties down and off, exposing my bare pussy to Annie’s tongue and Emily’s gaze.
Annie really went to town on me then. This dog LOVED the taste of pussy. I was definitely getting cranked up. Each naughty lick from the dog sent small spasms coursing through my body. Annie shoved her nose into my clit as her tongue sought the open fountain of my vagina. My breathing became panting, my heart was pounding, my mouth seemed to go dry.
I was getting close. Not only was the fact that I was allowing a dog to lick me turning me on, but the fact that Emily was watching me–and obviously getting turned on–was about to send me over the edge.
When Emily suddenly pulled her shorts and panties off in one quick movement and I got a look at her horny little pussy, it was all I needed. I went over the edge and came. The throbbing and spasms shot through me like electric current. As I came, I would look first at where Annie was licking me and then at Emily, who had begun to play with her pussy subconsciously. Or hell, maybe consciously. I didn’t know and didn’t care. Her fingers were squeezing and strumming her bald little pussy, and that was enough for me.
My body spasmed and shook as the orgasm rifled through my body, and moans escaped my mouth in rhythmic bursts that matched my irregular breathing.
After I finished coming, I looked at Emily. She wasn’t surprised at my orgasm at all. The thought occurred to me that either she had had them before, or that she was very aware of their existence.
She reached over and removed Annie from my pussy and placed her at her own. Lying back, she spread her knees out sideways, placing the soles of her feet together. This allowed the maximum room for Annie to continue her pussy feast. And continue she did.
The look on Emily’s face changed from one of horny interest to one of satisfaction. Her little pussy was fully exposed, and the sight got my juices churning again. Soon, Emily had grasped the backs of her knees and was pulling herself open for the dog. Annie was licking Emily as if she may never get another meal of fresh pussy again. In the meantime Emily’s hips began to buck and shake, reacting to the slathering tongue. Her breathing grew ragged and her face grew almost as red as her hair from her exertions.
Then the answer to why she was not surprised by my orgasm happened, as I knew it probably would. Little Emily came, and she came hard. This was unusual for one so young, but I suppose she’d had plenty of practice, and this was obviously not her first orgasm.
As her spasms slowed, I reached over and picked up Annie.
“You have to put her outside for a while, or she won’t stop,” said Emily, her voice weak from her exertion to reach her climax.
I took Annie to the back door and put her outside and returned to the den, where Emily was still spread out before me, her fingers still playing lazily in her pussy.
Without considering whether or not it would surprise her, I knelt down on the floor in front of her and, leaning in, place my mouth on her tiny slit and began to lick her myself.
Emily gasped and I looked up into her wide eyes as she tensed her belly to sit up a bit to look at what I was doing. THIS was new to her. Then the idea dawned on her: If a dog could lick her, then of course other people could, and the feelings would be at least as good as those brought by Annie’s tongue. I aimed to let her know it could be better because another person wouldn’t be licking blindly about her pussy, but would hone in on the areas that felt best, such as her clit.
Within a few seconds, Emily was lying back on the loveseat and letting me do whatever I wanted, as long as those wonderful feelings didn’t stop. I took my pinkie finger and played around at the entrance to her vagina without pushing it in. I had no intention of taking her cherry, and a finger inside a six-year-old would probably tear her cherry and the blood might scare her. No, I was just wanting to provide the pleasure tickling her there allowed.
Soon, she was coming again. Her hips went wild, and I did my best to hold her in place, using my hands on her tiny butt to keep her as still as possible.
When I was finished, I removed my top. Seeing me do that, she removed hers as well. Now we were naked, and I sat beside her and began to play with my pussy in the hope that she might decide to do to me what I had done to her.
When she’d caught her breath again, she asked, “What does it taste like?”
I could still taste her cream on my lips, so to show her, I leaned in and kissed her, tongue and all. She was surprised by this but didn’t fight me. Soon, she had learned how to use her own tongue and she was practically a pro.
Pulling back, I asked, “Do you taste yourself?”
“I guess. You mean that’s me?”
“Yeah. You like it?”
“I guess. Do you taste like that too?”
“Only one way to find out,” I said, and smiled.
She looked down at my pussy where my fingers were still playing. Then she dropped to her knees and positioned herself in front of my pussy. She stared at it for a bit, and I pointed some things out to her.
“That’s my clit,” I said, pointing to the nub near the top of my slit. “That’s where it feels the best.”
She leaned in and tentatively kissed my pussy. Licking her lips, she must have decided either she liked the taste, or at least didn’t mind it, because she dove into me, kissing and tonguing my clit and smearing my juices all over her face.
I gave her some minor instruction and soon she could have passed for a top-notch cunnilinguist. She took to lesbian sex like a natural. I was soon rocking back and forth, loving the sight and feel of having her tongue inside my pussy as she lapped up the juices that were pouring out of me like water from a faucet.
Then I came. And, God, do I mean came. The orgasm seemed to pick me up and rip me apart. Shock waves rumbled through my body, one after the other. I suppose it was doing things I hadn’t ever done before that may have been a difference maker for me. I had never had a dog lick my pussy to orgasm before, much less in front of a sexy little six-year-old sex nymph. And, while it seems odd to me now, I had never considered Emily as a sexual partner. Now, I know that many teenaged girls use their jobs as babysitters to seduce their charges, both male and female. At the time, however, I was only a few weeks short of turning ten, and the idea that a babysitter would do that was beyond my knowledge. I now realize it is fairly natural for this to happen. I have friends who have confessed to “messing around” with the little ones they watched. One even told me she used to lick seven-month-old twins, one male and one female.
But I was only approaching the age of ten, and I thought I had discovered something wonderful that nobody knew could happen. As sexually mature as I was, that sounds strange to me now, but it’s the truth.
Anyway, by now, it was time for Emily’s bath, followed by her bedtime. I still wanted to snoop around her parents’ bedroom since I wasn’t sure I would ever get another chance, and Ronni had practically dared me to do some snooping in there.
I had a lot of fun bathing Emily. She usually bathed herself, but she understood my desire to “help” her. She giggled a lot as I washed her pussy and her little butt. My soapy fingers were everywhere, including teasing her tiny rosebud.
When I put her to bed, she asked me to get Annie for her. I did, and turned off the overhead light, making sure the nightlight was working before leaving her and her little canine lover. I then went to the other side of the house to begin snooping around her parents’ bedroom. I was hoping there would be something sexy waiting for me there.
I wasn’t disappointed.
Continue on to Chapter 14
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