Date: Tue, 20 May 2014 10:09:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Naughty Babysitters

My Naughty Babysitters

     Some of the best evenings of my childhood were those times when my mom
left me in the care of someone else.  It's not that she was a bad mom, far
from it, but she was always busy with something, her book club, her bible
class, some charities, whatever.  Almost every evening, she'd have to be
out for one reason or another, and she'd usually ask my uncle Liam, who
never refused and wouldn't ever accept payment, so he was a frequent
presence in my life.  He insisted I didn't call him "uncle".
     "Lulu," he'd say, "I'm your friend.  Just call me Liam."
     Mom was, and is to this day, a devout Christian.  Let me hasten to say
that her religiosity never really took hold with me.  It all seemed so
utterly improbable that I couldn't bring myself to believe it, and today
I'm a militant atheist.  I'm fortunate, actually, otherwise I'd be worried
about the fires of hell waiting for me, because I was a very naughty little
girl.
     She was overly concerned with appearances, good manners, and my habit
of behaving "indecently".  It was years before I learned that indecent
meant more than just allowing accidental glimpses of my underpants, which
as far as my mom was concerned, was a mortal sin.  "Sit up properly," she'd
say, sternly, "and put your knees together.  Be more ladylike."
      Although cool and distant, she left me wanting for nothing, except
perhaps a daddy.  She was a single mom, and I've no idea who my daddy was.
She never talked about him.  Sometimes I think I might have been an
accident.  Perhaps the lack of a daddy was the reason I was so attracted to
older men or maybe it was the attentions of Liam who, it turned out, had a
"thing" for little girls.  My Mom trusted him absolutely, and of course, I
never told her anything about what he and I did together, or about any of
the other babysitters, either.  She'd have hit the roof!
     Liam was always very affectionate, showering me with kisses as he
hugged me, my legs wrapped round his waist, his hands on my butt.  I was
probably about six years old when I first noticed that he liked looking up
my skirt.  To be honest, he didn't actually have to look up it because like
most little girls, I'd be doing something that put my panties on full view.
Not merely sitting with my thighs splayed, but squatting, or sitting on the
stairs, or cross legged on the rug as we played cards, for example, or
doing things at his urging, like cartwheels or hanging upside down from a
tree limb or the cross bar of my swing set.  He especially loved it when I
did handstands, and he'd take pictures of me, my face concealed by my
fallen dress, my body exposed up to my armpits.  Whenever he came over and
I opened the door for him, his eyes would go down to see what I was
wearing.  If I had shorts or pants on, his face would cloud briefly, so I
quickly learned that he preferred me in a dress, the shorter the better.
"You look so adorable," he'd say in his low, soft voice.  "I could eat you
with a spoon."  The "accidental" displays of underwear soon became quite
deliberate.
     One evening, in the living room, I did a handstand for him and he
grabbed my ankles, stooped and hooked my knees over his shoulders.  He
straightened up so that I was hanging, then lifted my torso so that I was
sitting upright, his face buried in the front of my panties.  With his
hands on my butt he wiggled his nose from side to side, making a "Brrrrrr"
noise.  I was giggling as he fell back on to the couch and lay there,
making no attempt to remove me.  Although I was just having fun, I knew
there was something about this that my Mom would have been appalled at,
that I was being naughty, and it gave me a certain thrill.  When Liam ran
out of air, he lifted me off and gazed up at me, his face bright red.  My
dress was still bunched up under my armpits and I stood over him, my feet
either side of his thighs, basking in the warmth of his gaze.  Then I let
my dress fall, leaned forward, and pulled the front of it over the back of
his head.  I could feel his nose pressing into my muffin.  (That was my pet
name for my vagina.)
     "Oh, it's nice he here," he said, "nice and warm and dark.  I could
spend the rest of the evening in here."
     "Silly!" I said.  "You don't want to miss our show, do you?"  We were
in the habit of watching some kids' shows on Nickelodeon, during which I'd
sit on his lap, my back against his chest and he'd run his hands gently up
and down my thighs, higher and higher until they'd reach my chest and my
dress would be all rucked up again.
     On the face of it, all this was pretty innocent, and he never did
anything overtly sexual until I was about nine, but more of this later.

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     Another regular sitter was Charlie, who lived downthe street.  She
must have been about twenty or so and was not much taller than I was, with
a petite figure and short spikey hair.  Her gamine "street urchin" look
made some people think she was a boy and the fact that her tits were almost
non existent helped.  She always insisted that I take a shower before going
to bed as my knees were usually grubby.  She'd accompanty me into the
bathroom and help me undress.  It seemed natural enough, two girls
together.  What could be wrong with that?  Nevertheless, I didn't tell my
mom about it.  Charlie would sit on the edge of the tub as I showered,
getting herself spashed, smiling at me as she stared at my naked body.  She
was fond of the word "adorable", too.  She'd soap my back all the way down
to my butt.  I could reach my butt myself but it was nicer when she did it.
Other times we'd fill the tub, and I'd lie back in the warm water, my knees
up and thighs spread, letting her look at me.  I knew that it made her
excited.  She'd shampoo my hair and soap my back and make sure that I
washed my muffin thoroughly, then I'd stand and she'd wrap me in a towel
and dry me all over.  Then she'd put my nightie on me and lead me into my
bedroom and watch as I climbed on the bed.  She never missed an opportunity
to look up my nightie at my muffin.  I'd sit with my back to the headboard,
the covers pushed down, my knees up under my chin, my muffin exposed to her
view.  When she could no longer delay putting me to bed, I'd slide down, my
nightie bunching up round my waist, and put my arms round her so she could
kiss me goodnight.  Those kisses were so tender and soft and always lasted
a long time.  I began to develop a crush on her.

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     I was probably eight when Liam first molested me.  I hesitate to use
the word "molest", with its negative conotations.  I absolutely wasn't a
victim.  If anything, it was I who seduced him.  I'd been enjoying his
caresses for years and welcomed them.  He made me feel that I was loved,
and he wasn't just "grooming" me as the so-called experts like to call it.
He really did love me and wanted to make me happy and I wanted the same for
him.  He was putting me to bed, at least an hour later than my usual
bedtime, so we were co-conspirators against the "tyranny" of my mom's
scheduling.  He'd never watched me undress before, I think because he was
afraid I might unthinkingly mention something to my ever-vigilant mom.
Usually, he waited out on the landing until I was in my nightie, at which
point I'd call him in and he'd tuck me in and kiss me goodnight.  But on
this night, I'd specifically invited him into my bedroom.  "I won't tell
Mom," I'd said.  "She'd go ballistic if she knew." He was sitting on the
bed and I asked him to unzip the back of my school uniform.  It was
sleeveless navy blue with a square neck over a white blouse.  I shrugged it
off my shoulders and let it fall, then turned to face him.  His eyes,
predicably, dropped his gaze to my underpants, which were, as always,
blinding white cotton.  He put his hands on my hips as I slowly unbuttoned
my blouse.  I let the blouse drop and stepped closer to him and he put his
arms round my waist.
     "You're utterly adorable, Lulu," he murmured.  I loved that word.  I
kissed the top of his head and stepped back, spread my arms wide and did a
pirouette.
     "Do you think I'm sexy, Liam?" I asked, coquettishly, swinging my hips
from side to side.
     He groaned.  "Oh, my God!  I think I've just fallen in love."
     "I'm gonna take my panties off.  You can look.  I don't mind."  The
truth was, I was dying to let him see my muffin, to see if it affected him
the same way it affected Charlie.  I must have looked like something out of
a porno movie as I pushed my underpants down with exquisite slowness until
my muffin came into view.  With my panties at mid thigh, I straightened up,
spread my legs as far as the panties would allow, lifted my arms again and
sang, "Dah, dah!"  Liam's eyes looked as though they were going to pop out
of his head.  I brought my feet together, allowing the panties to fall and
stepped out of them.  I put one foot up on his thigh and asked him to take
my sock off, then did the same with the other leg.  His face was just
inches from my muffin.  Then I jumped on to the bed and lay on my back as
he turned to look at me.  I could hear his breathing speed up.  I laced my
fingers behind my head and smiled at him, invitingly.  He reached out a
tentative hand and put it on my hip.  He'd stroked my body lots of times
before, when we were watching TV, but this was clearly a different
situation.  His hand moved up to my chest and his fingers played briefly
with my nipples, making me giggle, then slowly he moved down to my waist,
fingered my belly button, then down to my thigh, his fingertips brushing my
muffin as they passed.  Then he paused, uncertain of what to do.  We both
knew that what was happening was wrong.
     "I've always wanted to see you with no clothes on," he said.  "You've
made one of my dreams come true.  You are absolutely gorgeous."
     "I like being naked," I said.  "I like having you look at me.  You can
look for as long as you like."  I spread my thighs just a little, as a kind
of hint and his hand moved up again, retracing its earlier route, but this
time lingering for a second on my muffin.  Suddenly, I lifted my legs up
almost over my head so that my butt was exposed.  "Kiss my butt," I said.
He leaned in and placed a lingering kiss on each of my buttocks.  With my
finger, I pointed at my muffin.  "Kiss me there," I commanded.  He looked
at me briefly, his eyes glistening, then placed his lips against my vagina.
They felt so soft and moist.  I put my hand on the back of his head to keep
him there, and that's when I felt his tongue push in between my lips.  I
pushed my hips up to meet him.  "Oh, Liam!" I said, breathlessly.  His
tongue left my muffin and slid up to where my little newly developed button
waited.  A wave of excitement rushed through my whole body as he played
with my clit.  Then he lifted his head and looked at me.
     "What are we doing?" he said.  "I could go to jail for this."
     "But I'll never tell anyone," I said, "I promise you, it'll be our
secret."  He sat up.
     "I'm scared someone might find out, Sweetheart.  Wht would happen if
you unthinkingly blurted something out?  They'd lock me up and I'd never
see you again."  He stood, and I lowered my legs, leaving them spread
widely apart, hoping he'd sit down again and do more things to me.  But he
lacked the courage.  "Go to sleep, my darling.  You know I love you, don't
you?"
     "And I love you, Liam."  He switched out the light and closed the door
behind him.  I was awash with mixed feelings.  I'd been so excited when
he'd watched me undress and utterly thrilled when his fingers touched my
muffin and when he kissed it, well, that was indescribable, but then he'd
abruptly stopped everything.  It was so disappointing but I could
understand his fear.  If Mom ever found out what he'd done, I'd be grounded
for life, or worse.  She'd be incredibly pissed.  Still, there'd be other
nights, other chances to show off to Liam and let him kiss me touch me and
do anything he liked to me.

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     We were at the beginning of what turned out to be an extended heat
wave on the night when things got interesting with Charlie.  She arrived
dressed in skin tight jeans, not very appropriate for a distressingly hot
eveing, and a loose silk camisole.  She dutifully listened as Mom listed
detailed instructions before leaving for her stint as an usher at the Globe
Theatre.  She wouldn't be back until close to midnight.  Charlie and I had
hours together.
     "I knew these jeans were a mistake," she said.  "I'm so fuckin' hot."
I loved it when she used the F word.
     "Then take 'em off," I said.
     "I need some help."  She sat on the couch.  "Grab the cuffs and pull
as hard as you can."  She lifted her hips as I squatted, pulling at the
legs of her jeans and suddenly they slid down, and to my amusement, pulled
her white cotton panties with them.  "Oops!" she said, as I tried to
untangle her jeans from round her ankles.
     "Wow!" I said, looking at her naked lower body.  "You've shaved your
muffin.  I like it.  My mom has a big hairy bush, but you look much nicer
with no hair."
     "I look just like you, Lulu."  I finally got her jeans free and
dropped them on the floor.  Her panties were still round her knees.  I sat
beside her and she put her arm round my shoulders.  I put my hand on her
tummy and slid it down between her legs.
     "It feels so smooth, just like mine."
     "D'you like to feel to see how smooth you are?" she asked.
     "Every night," I giggled, "in bed."
     "It feels nice, doesn't it?"  She was making no attempt to pull her
underpants up.  "It's even nicer when someone else does it."
     "Like this?"  I ran my hand down over her muffin again and rested my
middle finger between her lips.
     "Yes, just like that."  She took my wrist and lifted my hand away.
"But it's naughty.  We shouldn't be doing things like this.  What if your
mom found out?"
     "Charlie," I said, indignantly, "I'd be fucking crazy to tell her."  I
can use the F word with her, she doesn't mind.  I leaned my head against
her upper chest.  I lifted the front of her camisole and peered down.
Leaning back as she was, her micro tits had flattened into near
invisibility, but her nipples where swollen and bright pink.  "I love your
titties," I murmured.  "They're not all big and floppy like my mom's.
They're more like mine.  Look."  I lifted my uniform dress over my head,
threw it aside and quickly unbuttoned my blouse, spreading it wide for her
to look at me.  Of course, she'd seen me naked lots of times, but it felt
good to be deliberately displaying myself in this way.  "I'll soon have
boobs like yours."
     "Oh, it'll be a while yet, Lulu.  Don't be in a hurry to grow up.  I
like you just the way you are."
     I pulled her camisole up and she obligingly lifted her arms so I could
take if all the way off.  Then I put one palm on her breast and leaned in
and kissed the other, sucking briefly on her nipple.  It was quite hard.  I
lifted my head and looked at her body, her panties still round her knees.
"You look so fuckin' sexy like this," I said.  "Am I as sexy as you?"  I
pushed my panties down to my knees and sprawled back, imitating her pose.
     "You've no idea," she said, putting an arm underneath me and pulling
my on top of her body.  "I love it when you're undressed.  I can hardly
take my eyes off you."
     "I know," I said.  "That's why I like bathtime so much.  When you look
at me I get tingly all over."  She put her hand on the back of my head and
pulled my into a kiss.  Her soft lips felt so wonderful, and then her
tongue probed between mine.  I opened my mouth and took her tongue right
inside, sucking on it.  Her arms sqeezed me so tight it almost hurt.  The
we came up for air.
     "I love you, Lulu," she whispered.  "I've loved you since the first
moment I set eyes on you, all those years ago.  I've watched you growing
up, waiting for the time when you were ready for me, ready to do the thing
I want to do."  I wanted to ask her what exactly she wanted to do, but this
wasn't the time for a long conversation.
     "You can do anything you like to me," I said, meaning every word of
it.
     "Let's go shower together."  We stood, our panties still round our
knees, and looked at each other, giggling.  Then we went into the bathroom.

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     Although I had only recently turned ten, I knew all about sex.  One
day, in the library, I'd found a book called "Where do babies come from,
Mommie?"  It suggested ways for parents to tell their kids about sex.  It
was a bit young for me but fortunately it wasn't the only book on that
subject and I spent several afternoons in there educating myself.  I
couldn't imagine my mom talking about such intimate subjects.  I read all
about intercourse and about masturbation.  I discovered that all girls do
what I do in bed at night, exciting themselves with their fingers.  I
learned about male orgasms and ejaculation, and female climaxes and
everything about gay and lesbian sex.  The books had pictures, too,
drawings of vaginas and penises.  I lingered over a picture of an erect
uncircumcised penis.  That's what Liam's will look like, I thought, if I'm
naughty enough to make it stiff.  Maybe he'll even ejaculate.  Wouldn't
that be cool?

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     It was Liam's turn to babysit me.  He arrived wearing a pair of nylon
shorts which came down to mid thigh.  His legs were excitingly hairy.  Once
Mom had left, he lifted my up in his arms so I could wrap my legs round
him.  I loved the feel of his hands on my butt.  I kissed him for several
long seconds, then slid down his body.  By the time my feet hit the floor,
my dress was up round my waist, and I continued falling until I was lying
on my back on the rug, my legs invitingly splayed.  He stood there smiling
at me.  He stepped up close and I twisted round until my head was between
his feet.
     "I can see up the leg of your shorts," I said, mischieviously.
     "What can you see?"
     "You're wearing pink boxers.  And I can see your penis."
     "You can see my cock?" he cried, in mock horror.  "You bad girl!"
     "I let you look up my dress, so I'm entitled to look up your shorts,"
I protest.
     "I might as well save you the trouble of looking up them," he said,
sliding them down his legs and stepping out of them.  "The less clothes we
have on, the better, in this fucking weather.  Now, do you know what
happens to bad girls?  They get spanked."
     "Oh yeah?  And what happens if I don't let you spank me."
     "Then I'll just have to overpower you and put you across my knee."
     "And spank me?"
     "First I'll have to lift your dress and pull your panties down, then
spank you."
     "You wouldn't dare!"  Seconds later, I was face down across his lap
and giggling as he lifted my dress up as high as it would go, then I felt
him pulling my panties down.  I pretended to resist, then relaxed as his
hand caressed my butt.  He gave me a few playful slaps then leaned down and
placed several kisses on my bare, pink cheeks.
     "Will you be a good girl now?" he asked.
     "I'd rather be a bad girl," I said, rolling over on to my back and
spreading my thighs.  "I wanna do what bad girls do, like letting men kiss
their muffins, like you kissed mine the other night."
     "I shouldn't have done that," he said, staring at my muffin.  "I
crossed a line."
     "But no one will ever know, I promise you," I pleaded with him.  I
rolled off his knees and lay on the couch, my head in his lap.  I could see
that his cock was stiff inside his boxers.  I grinned up at him.  "If you
won't kiss my muffin, then I'm gonna kiss your cock."
     "You wouldn't dare," he said, unconvincingly.  I reached in the fly of
his boxers and pulled his cock out.  To me it looked huge.
     "Oh, it's beautiful," I breathed, "fuckin' awesome.  Is it stiff
because of me?"  Without waiting for an answer, I kept my hand on his shaft
and kissed the tip where his foreskin was bunched up.  I felt his body
tense.  The next thing I did seemed so natural I hardly thought about it.
I put my lips round the head and took as much of it as I could into my
mouth.  The word "cocksucker" flashed into my mind, much more descriptive
than "fellatio" and I giggled to myself.  It didn't really taste of
anything, just skin.
     He murmured something about "we shouldn't" but I didn't catch it all
and there was no way I was going to stop now.  With my hand round his
shaft, I stroked up and down, feeling his foreskin side back and forth
inside my mouth.  With my tongue, I licked the swollen head as I listened
to him groan.  Then I looked up at him, smiling.  I was going to do
something really naughty, something that would implicate him in such a way
that I'd always be able to make him do anything I wanted.  I plucked up my
courage and announced, "I want you to cum in my mouth."  My lips closed
round his cock again.
     "Oh, Jesus!" he groaned, "I'm gonna cum any second.  Oh, shit!  Here
it comes!  Oh, fuck!  Fuck!"  He thrust his hips upwards and let out a gasp
as the head of his cock swelled, then pulsed.  Three or four squirts of cum
went directly into my mouth, then I lifted my head off just in time to
recieved two more blobs on my face.  Cum dribbled over my lower lip.  I
swallowed, licked my lips and swallowed again.
     "That was fuckin' awesome, Liam," I said, grinning.
     He was struggling to regain his breath.  "I shouldn't have cum in your
mouth," he gasped.  "You're just a little girl."
     I still had a self satisfied smirk on my face.  "But you like little
girls.  You don't have a grown up girl friend and you're always telling me
you love me.  Just now, I was showing you how much I love you.  Did you
like it?"
     "I've died and gone to heaven, Sweetheart," he whispered, "and you're
my own personal angel."
     I stood, my dress still bunched up round my waist and my underpants
down at my knees.  I pulled the dress over my head and paused before
pulling my panties up.  He was looking at me, but I knew from my reading
that I couldn't excite him until he recovered.  No problem, I could wait.
I pulled my panties up.

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     Charlie and I were showering together every time she babysat me.  I
must have been the cleanest kid in town.  We liked to soap each other all
over.  I particulary liked lathering her tiny tits and her muffin.  She
would do the same to me and push her finger into me.  "We gotta get you
nice and clean," she'd say, then I'd finger her, pushing my middle finger
as deep as it would go, then curling it to hit her G spot.  It made her
shudder.  One evening, just before we rinsed off, she dropped to her knees,
sitting back on her heels.  "Pee on me," she said.  "Pee on my face.  It's
alright, I'm gonna like it."  I stepped close, my legs spread, pulled my
muffin lips apart with my fingers and let go.  My stream of pee hit her in
the face.  Her eyes were closed, but her mouth was open and a lot of pee
went into it.  I thought she'd say "Ugh!" or something, but she just kept
it open, swallowing.  Then she let me pee on her tits and leaned back so I
could pee on her lower abdomen and her muffin.  When we rinsed off, she
said, "I did that to show you how much I love you.  I want you to know that
you can do anything you like with me and it will be alright, as long as no
one else ever finds out about it.  It has to be a secret."
     I was keeping a lot of secrets, given what Liam and I were doing, and
I wasn't about to tell Charlie.  As for my mom, well, she was in blissful
ignorance and was gonna stay that way.
     "I'll never tell a soul, not as long as I live," I told her.  I meant
it at the time.
     The next time Charlie came over, I asked her to pee on me.  I wanted
to know why it was so thrilling for her.  I didn't get any sexual
satisfaction from it, but it felt good to have her standing over me,
letting her do whatever she liked.  I was more than willing to be her slave
and being peed on was actually quite pleasant.  Eventually, I learned to
like the taste of it.

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     By the time I approached my eleventh birthday, I was becoming obsessed
with Liam's cock.  As soon as we were alone, I'd grope him, feeling the
soft bulge of his cock and balls though his pants.  If I got the chance,
I'd pull his zipper down and put my hand inside, exploring, finding the fly
of his boxers and getting inside where my fingers would encounter the hairy
base of his stiffening cock.  It was so nice and big.  When I'd get his
pants and boxers off, I'd find that my forefinger and thumb didn't quite
meet around it.  If I put both my hands round it, there was still an inch
or two sticking out beyond my fists.  To get it in my mouth, I had to open
my jaw as wide as I could and be very careful not to touch him with my
teeth.  I learned to arouse him but to hold off if I thought he was about
to cum.  Once he ejaculated, it was all over for the evening, so I wouldn't
let him cum until late, just before or while he was putting me to bed.
     Now that the ice was broken, and I was repeatedly telling him that he
could do anything he wanted to me, but his was still afraid that I would
tell someone about the things we were doing.  "Even your best friend at
school," he said one evening, "even if she promises on her life, crosses
her heart and hopes to die, will not keep your secret.  It's too delicious
a piece of gossip not to share and it'll be all round the school before the
day is over and I'll be arrested and locked up.  You can't under any
circumstances tell anyone, ever, for the rest of your life."  I'd no
intention of telling anyone, not even Charlie.  I kept my two babysitters
in total ignorance of the other's fun and games.
     Now, instead of just undressing for Liam, or letting him undress me, I
would perform lewd strip tease acts for him, as he took pictures of me,
first fully clothed, then showing off my undies, then removing them and
finally posing in the most provocative ways I could think of.  Often, we'd
end up in my bedroom, both entirely naked, his big cock swinging as he
moved about.  I'd lie on my back, legs spread, fingers laced behind my head
and let him kiss and lick my muffin.  He'd thrust his long tongue into me,
then lick my little button, then suck on his middle finger to make it wet
and push it all the way into me.  It never hurt.  My hymen must have gone
long ago.  He'd pull his finger out and put it back in his mouth.  "You
taste so good," he'd say.
     "So do you," I'd reply.  "Put your cock in my mouth and fill it with
cum, Liam.  Please?  Please let me suck you off."  He loved to hear me beg
him and I loved doing it.  I was his total sex slave.
     One night, he lay on my bed naked on his back, his beautiful cock
pointing at the ceiling.  "Sit on my face," he said, and I did.  I felt his
tongue working on me, making me thrill all over, and I leaned forward and
took that glorious cock between my lips, gripped the shaft and went to
work.  Soon was rewarded by the sensation of his cock swelling in my mouth
and then the powerful pulses as he pumped his semen on to my waiting
tongue.  The knowledge of what I had just done, plus the sensations his
tongue was generating sent a huge thrill through my whole body, like a
bunch of fireworks exploding in the sky.
     I lay beside him, my head on his chest.  "You made me cum, Liam." I
whispered.
     "I did?  Oh, my God!  I'm so glad.  How was it?"
     "Indescribable. Thank you, Daddy.  Thank you so much."
     "I'm not your daddy."
     "I wish you were.  If you were my daddy, would you still do naughty
things to me?"
     "Every day.  All day and all night.  Would you let me?"
     "Oh, yes, Daddy.  I'm gonna call you "Daddy" from now on."
     With a finger, he tenderly wiped a stray drop of cum from my chin.

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     Each evening, after bath time with Charlie, we'd go into my bedroom
and lie naked on my bed.  We'd both be excited and aroused and one night
she showed me how she masturbated, with two fingers, one either side of her
clit, which was much bigger than mine.  I just used one finger with a kind
of circular motion.  "There's no special way to do it," she said, "just do
whatever makes you feel good."  I let her watch as I brought myselt to
orgasm.  My fingers weren't as good as Liam's tongue but being watched was
exciting.  I'd never cum for her before and all the time she was staring at
me hungrily.
     "Now let me do it to you," I said, putting my face between her legs.
     "My God!  You're good at this!" she gasped.  "Where did you learn to
eat pussy?"  I didn't tell her that I'd learned from Liam.
     "I just follow my instinct," I said.  "Lie back and relax.  I wanna
make you cum."  It didn't take very long.
     Later, just before she kissed me goodnight, I was kneeling between her
legs, inspecting her vagina with its soft lips and moist interior.  I put
two fingers into her.  "See how many fingers you can get in, Lulu," she
said.  I found that all four fit quite nicely.  "Fold your thumb into your
palm and try to get your whole hand in.  You can push, it won't hurt.
Push!  Harder, yes like that.  Oh God!"  Suddenly my hand slid in right up
to the wrist.  She let out a gasp.  "Make a fist.  Yeah, oh fuck, that
feels so good!  Fuck me, Lulu, fuck me with your fist.  Oh, Jesus, I'm
gonna cum!"  She let out a loud groan as her whole body shuddered, then she
relaxed, trying to regain her breath.
     When I carefully removed my hand, it was entirely covered with her
juices.  I looked into her eyes as I licked it clean, then gave her a huge
smile.  "That was so naughty," I said.  "I love being naughty.  I wanna be
naughty with you every night.  You can do it to me if you like."
     "You're way too young and my hand is far too big," she said.
     "Then I'll have to settle for fingers," I said, "or a banana, or a
vibrator.  I've seen pictures on the internet.  Do you have a vibrator?"
     "Yes."
     "Bring it next time you come."

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     I was almost twelve and I still hadn't got my first period.  I was
quite tall and slender, but my chest was as flat as a boy's and my mound
still hairless.  One evening, I mentioned watersports to Liam.
     "Where did you hear about watersports?" he asked.
     "I read something on the internet about guys who like to be peed on.
I thought you might like it, seeing as you'll do anything naughty.  It
would be so cool if you let me pee on you.  It could be a way for you to
let me know that you love me."
     "I do love you and I'd let you do anything you like to me.  Let's go
in the bathroom."  He lay on his back in the tub as I stood over him,
holding my pussy lips apart as I peed on his chest, then his cock and
finally on his face.  He opened is mouth, but most of it missed.
     "Now do it to me," I insisted.  He had difficulty peeing through his
rigid cock, but when he finally began to spray me, it felt nice and hot,
particularly when his stream hit my pussy.  Laughing, we rinsed off and
went into my bedroom.  I lay on my back with two pillows propping my head
up so I could watch as he ran his fingers all over my naked body, pinching
my nipples and gently probing my muffin.  I spread my legs as wide as they
would go.  He shuffled up the bed on his knees until he could place the tip
of his cock to my mouth.  I licked and sucked him for a minute or so, then
asked him to kiss my muffin.  He wasn't as expert as Charlie, but I could
feel myself getting very wet.  After several minutes he lifted his head and
looked into my eyes.  I knew what he wanted and I wanted it too.
     "Yes, Daddy," I said, "it's time."  You can do it.  Do it to me now.
Put your magnificent cock inside me."
     He knelt between my thighs and leaned forward, propped on one arm.
With his other hand he placed the tip of his cock against my lips.
     "Yes!  Oh, yes, do it!  Fuck me, Daddy."
     Although I couldn't get all of his cock in my mouth, my muffin was
different.  It stretched.  I thought it would hurt but it didn't.  He
gently pushed and with each slow thrust it went farther in until it was
buried right up to his pubic hair.  I was in absolute heaven.  He kept the
weight of his body off me, supporting himself on one arm and his knees and
I was able to look down and see his shaft pushing into me, sliding out all
wet and going in again.  Electric currents ran through my whole body.  My
excitement mounted and I could hear him groaning with pleasure.
     "Cum for me, Daddy!  Cum inside me!  Oh, fuck me, fuck me!"  I wrapped
my legs round his waist, pushing my hips up to meet him and his thrusts
became harder and faster.
     "Oh, Jesus!  Fuck!  Fuck!  I'm cumming, Lulu, I'm cumming inside you.
Here it cums!  Aaaah!"  I felt his cock pulse as he shot his sement inside
me and at the same time my orgasm exploded through me, like a bolt of slow
lightning.
     We lay on our backs, side by side, utterly content.  "How do you
feel?" he asked.
     "I'm in love with the sexiest man in the world."
     He chuckled.  "You just love me for my cock, Sweetheart."  I knew he
was kidding.  "Any regrets?" he asked.
     "Yes.  I wish you'd done that to me years ago."
     "Yeah, me too."

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     Disaster!
     I was pregnant.  My tits had started to grow and I had to shave off a
few hairs from my pussy, but I didn't get my period.  Perhaps I was just a
late starter.  But then I started getting sick in the mornings and I
realized with horror that I might be pregnant.  A test kit confirmed it.
I'd ovulated before my first period, just as Liam, my new daddy, had begun
to fuck me several times a week.
     My mom went batshit!  "You stupid fucking bitch!" she yelled at me,
showing not an ounce of compassion.  "If you think you're having an
abortion, forget it."
     Charlie was more sympathetic.  "We'll get through this," she said,
hugging me, despite the fact that I'd been "cheating" on her for years.
"Come and stay with me until your time.  I wanna get you away from your
evil mom."
     While I was still only twelve years old, I gave birth to a beautiful
baby girl.  I named her Lacey.

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     I gradualted from highschool two years ago and Lacy is now eight.  I
treat her a lot better than my mom treated me.  I smile when she shows off
her panties, especially to older men.  "You can wrap them round your little
finger, just as long as they have a chance to look up your dress again," I
tell her.  We go to the kids' playground in the park where all the daddies
watch their toddlers on the swings.  Lacey hangs upside down from the
monkey bars and the jungle gym and they stare appreciatively.  She has a
wonderful habit of lifting up the hem of her skirt to clean her glasses,
taking her sweet time, allowing anyone to gaze at her blinding white
panties.  We go go to the local nude beach, and she just loves running
round naked, looking at all the bare bodies and showing off her own.  I got
those same books from the library and let her read them.  I told her how
and when to say "No" when men got out of control.
     Being a single mom, I have to work two jobs.  There's an after-school
program, but by six o'clock she's home.  I'm usually still at work, but
that's no problem.  I have two babysitters, who are there alternate days.
     They're Liam and Charlie.
     Lacey absolutely adores them!

The End.