Babysitter sex story

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BABYSITTING THE BABYSITTER:
Author's Note: A warning that some readers may find the concept of
underage sexual involvement reprehensible in the extreme. Having said
that however, this story involves no violence or ultimately, non-
consensual activity. It in no way degrades adolescence or glorifies
pedophilia. Like everything else, it comes down to the interpretive
"eye of the beholder!"

**

It's never easy finding a really good "sitter." They're either
unreliable as all Hell time-wise, or more interested in chatting to
their boyfriends on their cell, than actually preventing that cutesy
little ankle-biter from choking to death on a tiddly-wink.

In that regard we were just plain fortunate. As it turned out I'd
say we hit the jackpot - big time!

Jaclyn was most assuredly in the 'cutesy' department herself.
Living but two blocks from us as it turned out, she was a pert little
thirteen-year old blonde, who if she could sing and dance would have
had a walk-up start at the next Little Miss Sunshine pageant.

She had replied - or rather her parents had, to a hastily typed
plea we had put up on the notice-board at the local mall seeking a
responsible and imminently available baby-sitter. My wife and I (and
without divulging my own shameful age at this juncture, let it simply
be said she is yet a young woman, still a ways off her twenty-seventh
birthday) have brought into the world an over-the-top beautiful
little moppet by the name of Kylie - now resident in second grade.

Figuring we had a few evenings' relaxation coming to us - me
having gained an Interstate transfer with better pay and my wife
pulling down a Masters in Communications from NYU - at the very least
we could now afford a couple of nights out a week.

Jaclyn was a delight to have around. Attentive and courteous she
would even fill the dishwasher for us without being asked. We would
frequently get home to find the house tidier than when we left it.
Kylie just loved her too and would rush up to the front door to hug
her silly whenever she was rostered on for the night. As it was common
for her to bring homework assignments to complete after she had gotten
Kylie down for the night, we gave her free rein to use the computer if
she needed the Net for any urgent research. Not once did she forget to
say "Thanks Mr. Bailey for letting me use your puta!" as she was
leaving - and usually I drove her home. They don't churn out too many
kids like this!

Whenever Jaclyn turned up, she and Kylie would disappear into the
bedroom and we would see neither hide nor hair of them until it was
time for us to leave. Frequently their girlish laughter would reach a
higher than normal decibel level, an explanation given by Kylie later,
being that Jaclyn "tickled her a lot." I remember distinctly thinking
there were areas of Jaclyn's developing body I really wouldn't mind
'tickling' myself! It wasn't a contemplation I figured might be in my
best interests to make public.

Life then was running on a supremely even keel. It took but the
most innocuous of comments to bring it all undone - as it were!

I had been working on the computer that night, putting the
finishing touches to a budget report, when Kylie came skipping over to
give me her traditional good-night cuddle. Standing beside me, she was
looking at the screen and wrinkling up her nose better even than
Elizabeth Montgomery could manage at her peak. Then she asked in all
innocence,

"Can I see the pictures of all those ladies daddy?"

Somewhat shocked, yet keen you might say, to unravel this
mystery, I asked her, "What ladies sweetheart?"

Kylie began giggling. "The ones where they have no clothes on of
course...they're funny!"

I looked at her. "Kylie, I have no idea what you're talking
about!" I replied, "Where have you seen pictures of ladies with no
clothes on?"

"Jaclyn shows them to me," she said, as if that were the most
obvious thing in the world. "She finds them on your computer."

I suppose I must have had my mouth open in dumb amazement.

"Don't you believe me daddy?" Kylie asked slowly, "There's heaps
of them. She lets me sit on her lap while she shows me the pictures
and sometimes (her eyes widened up like saucers) she tickles me while
we look at them."

I could have done any number of things. Castigate her, question
her further, call out to Kate or put in a call to Jaclyn's parents. I
opted for the sleuthing option.

"That's OK sweetheart," I muttered, "Of course I believe you...I'm
so glad you and Jaclyn have lots of fun together...you really like her
don't you baby?"
"Oh yes," she beamed, "I love it when she comes over."

Scooping her up, I carried her to bed where both my wife and I
tucked her in and said goodnight.

Later, in the kitchen I dropped the bombshell.

"Katie, you're not gonna believe this" I said, "I think Jaclyn has
been to porn sites on our computer - she's been showing Kylie pics of
naked girls by the sound of it....and God knows what else??"

For several seconds my wife was able to make no lucid response.
Eventually, a semi-choked "What? w-w-what pictures...where?" I think in
hindsight, she could have used a double shot of black label scotch.

I told her basically what Kylie had said which served only to
have her grasp a hold of the work-bench for support.

"And what does she mean, Jaclyn "tickles" her?" she asked, most
likely following my own thought processes and hopefully coming up with
alternate possibilities.

"I got as much idea as you hun," I replied, "but I figured making
an issue of it in there (I inclined my head back towards the dining
room) was not the way to go just now."

"No you're right," she said slowly. "Definitely don't want Kylie
taking any guilt trips on board." She was quiet for a moment. "What
the Hell are we gonna do though?"

"Well firstly," I answered, "Let's go check the puta!"

Given that we had only upgraded to a note-book a month or so
earlier, running a History check presented the simplest of tasks.
Figuring out which sites she hadn't been to might have taken longer! A
little late now to be activating Net_Nanny I pondered ruefully.

"Schoolgirl whores," "Upskirt treats," "Truck-stop sluts,"
"Cathy's Apartment," "Panties 'n Pussies," "Blonde Biker Chicks" and
my personal favorite - "Hot 'n hairy hoes," were but a few of Jaclyn's
forays into the world of sleaze. A thirteen-year old for Christ's
sake! Was this a thing of normality for young schoolkids these days we
both wondered?

Clicking the start button I selected "file search" and ran a
check on simply .jpg files. In less than ten seconds we had up pretty
much everything that the girls must have been exposed to. I heard
Katie's intake of breath. Mine was already somewhat erratic.

If I am totally honest though, the mere thought of Jaclyn, let
alone Kylie looking at these pictures was if nothing else, unavoidably
arousing in concept. I didn't air this particular view however.

"We're going to have to tell her parents," Katie muttered.

"Tell them what Kate?" I replied. "We have no proof. She would
only have to deny it - which of course she would - and we'd look
stupid. Besides, do you really think either of them would believe
their daughter capable of doing anything like this? I wouldn't
believe it!"

"So what's the plan?" she murmured.

"Well Katie," I responded slowly, "It's quite simple really. We
set up the digital camera somewhere high up on the bookshelf (I
gestured towards the wall behind us). It's got what? forty-five
minutes video capability? We just have to make sure its facing the
computer okay? No way either girl will see it between the books up
there."

With more than a hint of disquiet I sensed, my wife agreed to the
strategy. She recognised first and foremost quite obviously, the need
for evidence.

When setting the thing up the following evening and having made
arrangements for Jaclyn to babysit, I figured one last aid to
concealment might not go astray. Waiting then until Kylie was taking
her evening bath, I dug out an old cook-book of absolutely no value,
wrenched out everything save the cover and cutting a hole in the spine
for the lens, set the camera inside. It was then simply a matter of
wedging it in position and making the necessary directional
adjustments. Admiring my somewhat professional handiwork, I could see
a new career opening up for me in the research and gadgets division of
MI5.

Hugging Kylie and giving Jaclyn her customary kiss on the
forehead, we headed east on Chief street for the local theater. I
don't think either of us had our minds on the movie that night,
wondering what if anything we might discover on our return.

Little Kylie was long asleep by the time we got home and Jaclyn
was seated on the couch watching the last few minutes of
Elizabethtown. Always had meant to toss that thing!

"I'll take her back tonight," Katie called out, "Just wait till I
get home though would you?" Didn't take much to figure out the meaning
of that one. Gave Jaclyn a last hug after helping her on with her coat
and if that wasn't a sexy little smirk she gave me, I don't know what
is.

Looking at an empty room, an unoccupied chair and nothing but the
computer desk-top screen for almost twenty minutes was something less
than either entertainment or incriminating evidence. Obviously the
girls had been upstairs in Kylie's "loft" amusing themselves. We were
in fact about to turn the thing off when a flurry of movement heralded
the arrival of Jaclyn to the computer. Quite obviously practised in
her art, we could see even at this distance that she had logged into
some porn site. It's hard to miss a half-naked teenager parading her
breasts (and most everything else) for the camera.

Whilst without the benefit of sound, it was still abundantly
clear that Jaclyn was calling Kylie downstairs. Katie had grasped my
arm and was studying the computer screen (we were of course re-playing
the images courtesy of digital video software) with what one might
term a "keen interest."

Clambering up on Jaclyn's knee in her nightdress, Kylie made
herself comfortable and within seconds, both girls were giggling and
pointing at their older compatriot's unseemly yet undeniably sexy
poses.

It was at this juncture that I first became aware of certain
physiological changes occurring in the area of my own crotch. I was
forced to admit that the reality of watching a thirteen-year old girl
and (sad to relate) my own seven-year old daughter taking quite
obvious pleasures in watching images such as they were seeing -
grossly erotic! This had not been the plan.

Glancing across at Katie, she was giving nothing away, yet I
would swear I saw the onset of a blush or two as she absorbed the
action being played out on that small screen.

"Oh my God," she suddenly cried out, her hand drawn up to her
mouth. My mouth at that moment had simply dried-up! We watched as
Jaclyn clearly slipped her right hand up beneath Kylie's nightdress,
doing something to her that was causing the young girl to giggle
madly. Whatever that might be was occurring at sub-waist level and
looked suspiciously sexual. Kylie was turning around to look at Jaclyn
as if to admonish her, and for just a moment we could see plainly the
older girl's hand between our daughter's legs. Unless I am greatly
mistaken she was actually rubbing or fingering her through her
panties.

Whatever she was doing, Kylie certainly had no objections and as
both girls now were openly giggling at a new page that appeared to be
devoted solely to schoolgirls getting spanked over the knee (we were
able to monitor such things by judicious use of the zoom option)
Katie's mouth had dropped open...from what emotion I couldn't
immediately say.

"This is unbelievable," she finally whispered.

"Yeah - incredibly erotic too," I added. "I'm sorry Katie, I know
I shouldn't be saying that - it's our daughter getting sexually
molested there (I inclined my head towards the screen) but really, how
hot is this?"

I was fully expecting her to start divorce proceedings but
instead she nodded slowly before taking her eyes off the screen and
softly answering,

"Yes it is - I hate to admit!"

There wasn't a great deal more to see. A couple more websites, a
lot more contact with my daughter's panties whose giggling remained
unabated throughout and plenty of gasps from my wife. Just moments
before the camera cut-out we were treated to the spectacle of Jaclyn
whispering something to Kylie, who quite willingly turned around and
allowed Jaclyn to kiss her on the lips.

All I can say is that Katie and I had the wildest sex that night
since our courtship days - and at my age that is a major plus!

Thing is, we now had the evidence but little idea what we were
going to do with it.

Well that's actually not completely true. Rudimentary thoughts
had partially crystallised but nothing I could bring myself to admit
to. After all I still liked to think of myself as a responsible parent
and decent member of society. Whatever demons if any, Katie was
wrestling with we never got to discuss. I think we both figured that
playing it by ear was the option of choice here.

It would normally have been the weekend before we needed Jaclyn
again but after consulting with my wife, we decided to bring her over
that Friday evening having every intention of confronting her with our
recent findings.

First thing Jaclyn did when she arrived at our place - and God,
did she have to chose that night to come dressed-up so attractively?
Pretty lycra top, short skirt and sexy little patent leather shoes,
was to ask,

"Where's Kylie?"

Rather than waste unnecessary banter explaining that we had left
Kylie with her grandmother overnight, we simply led her over to the
computer and hit the replay button.

She watched less than ten seconds before slumping into the chair
and covering her face with her hands. This wasn't so much a case of
blushing as her cheeks being aflame!

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed uncontrollably. "I didn't mean to do
anything bad...my older sister showed me those p-pictures. I know I
shouldn't have let Kylie see them." She was wracked by a fresh
paroxysm of guilt and distress. "You're not going to tell my parents
are you? "

I knew I had to maintain an authoritative stance here.

"Your parents?" I replied sternly, "Jaclyn, its not just the porn
sites, you have been...er, how do I put this? interfering with our
daughter! We really should be calling the Police over this!"

"Oh please noo," she gushed, her young life crashing about her in
perceived ruins. "Mom and dad would never speak to me again...I'd be
taken away somewhere. Please you can't do that!"

"What made you touch her there Jaclyn?" Katie asked suddenly. The
young girl covered her face again.

When no answer was forthcoming she gently took a hold of Jaclyn's
hands and pulled them back to her lap. The tears were still in free-
fall.

"Do you just like girls...that way?" she prompted, at the same time
reaching across for the tissues the far side of the table.

Jaclyn simply blushed but the nod was perceptible.

Even as she acknowledged the fact, there I was thinking to
myself, "Jeeze, given the indecent fantasies I'm having just looking
at that tight little skirt, what rights do I have to be accusing her
of sexual mischief?"

"I'll do anything," she was crying in desperation, "Anything, if
you just don't call the Police or tell my parents."

I looked across at Katie. If she was thinking what I was
thinking, she certainly was giving no indication of it.

"Well I don't know Jaclyn," I said, "What would you do if we
started touching you inappropriately?" I winked at Katie. "I mean,
what if I were to do this?"

So saying, I leaned over her shoulder and gave her developing
right breast a gentle squeeze.

"Don't do that," she reacted, pushing my hand away.

"Don't touch your breasts?" I enquired. "But it's okay for you to
rub our seven-year old daughter's pussy? How's that reasonable
Jaclyn?"

The young girl sat there in silence, hands in her lap - exactly
where I would have liked mine located right that moment, given the
brevity of that tiny skirt and the amount of girlish leg on
display.

"I didn't mean to hurt her," she said at last, "It was just a
game."

"Well I believe you sweetheart," I replied "and as long as we
understand each other - why, we can keep playing it can't we?"

Even as I spoke, I slipped both hands down past her shoulders and
cupping her outrageously sexy little mounds, felt her up like a
professional child molester.

"Are you crazy?" Katie almost whimpered, "You want to spend ten
years in a federal prison?"

"You're missing the point hun," I smiled across at her. "The only
one with any likelihood of doing a stretch in the near future is Miss
curly- locks here. Who do you think the Police are going to believe? -
her claims of underage abuse or our filmed evidence of the babysitter
shoving her hand up our seven-year old daughter's panties?"

Jaclyn stared up at Kate as if to say, "He's got a point there!"

The real plus I was thinking is that she was no longer making any
attempt to dislodge my hand and I have to tell you, the incoming
sensations on offer caused by the passage of my palms across those
barely formed speed humps, was generating some serious steam down in
the boiler room.

Just for a moment, Katie watched with almost clinical detachment
as I continued fondling the babysitter. She was definitely catching-on
so far as the blackmail strategy was unravelling. Jaclyn I must say
was either resigned to her immediate fate or was finding the
'punishment' anything but a hardship. She just sat there with her
hands in her lap - the image of pre-programmed innocence.

"You're not going to rape me are you?" she asked, suddenly
looking up at me as if wishing to eliminate the less pleasant of
possible eventualities.

"Good Lord no sweetheart," I told her. "What you did to Kylie,
although hardly in the job specs, does not call for a reaction quite
that drastic. Besides, you think my wife would stand by and let me do
that?"

She shook her head slowly just as I withdrew both hands from her
top. Even so, I still had a somewhat enervating view of what in a few
years time would be the most desirable of teenage cleavages - one that
every boy from tenth grade onwards, would be angling to slip his hands
down.

I aimed to pre-empt every last one of them!

"Why don't you show us where you found all those pics you down-
loaded for Kylie?" I suggested. "Computer's right there Jaclyn." I
indicated the keyboard not an arm's length away.

"I can't," she replied, visibly shocked. "Don't make me do
that....please."

"I understand," I replied, "Bit too embarrassing huh? No matter -
I'll do it for you."

Before she could make a move, I leaned across, brought up the
history content and clicked on "Cathy's Apartment." Double clicked
"Enter" and there we were, right at home with teenage Cathy as she sat
rather invitingly on a sofa, legs curled up under her but somehow
overlooking the fact you could see a healthy wedge of floral panties
beneath her dress. Right alongside - another pose. It must have been a
hot day. The poor kid was trying to get cool, leaning forward to get
some fresh air down her top, both breasts displayed to the very edge
of decency. Lucky she had on a tight bra reining in those burgeoning
assets.

Image three and she seemed to be giving up any and all pretence
of a refined upbringing. The dress had magically vaporised and she
was doing a piss poor job now of covering up her panties with her
hands.

Katie I noticed was, if not riveted to the LCD screen, paying
remarkably close attention to the items displayed there-in. Jaclyn
herself was blushing rather attractively, but making no attempt to
extricate herself from the slide-show either.

By the fourth picture, young Cathy had decided to stretch her
legs - rather long slim ones I noticed. Having nothing better to do it
seems than incline herself across the edge of a conveniently nearby
table, her floral knickers were now displayed with crystal clarity,
along with the barely concealed cleft of her admittedly yummy little
rear end.

Not sure whether it was the picture which dictated my urge or it
just seemed like a good idea at the time, but my hands I noted had
returned to their former resting place - across Jaclyn's soft and
pliant little mounds. I don't think Katie was even looking!

Image five displayed Cathy well into slut mode. Her left breast
completely free of that tight little bra and the other in transit, she
was tugging aside her panties, partially for the benefit of the camera
lens and equally to facilitate the introduction of her middle finger
to an evidently blow-dried and coiffed little pussy.

"Getting warm girls?" I enquired of the on-site if not captive
viewing audience. The physiological condition of my own procreative
equipment really doesn't bear comment.

Jaclyn's respiratory rate was fully on the increase - I could feel
her small chest rising and falling irregularly now. Katie had found it
necessary I noted, to pull up a second chair alongside the younger
girl, perhaps to add a measure of comfort to the events at hand.

Scrolled down and Cathy was well into the business end of her
lustful screen endeavors. Back on the couch now, she dangled her bra
on her left wrist whilst with her right hand she was cupping her other
breast with almost loving admiration. Certainly with practised
efficiency!

I figured I would follow suit and slipping my right hand swiftly
down Jaclyn's top, located her right bra cup as well as its
delightfully under-developed contents. Not surprisingly, she cried out
in genuine shocked embarrassment, but lets be honest, Cathy's on-
screen antics were stealing the show.

I thought I detected Katie's hand heading towards areas of her
anatomy that might best be considered socially inappropriate in polite
company at least, but I couldn't be sure. Anyway, there was too much
else to occupy the visuals currently.

As if divesting herself of her bra wasn't enough, Cathy was now
peeling those cute little panties down past her ankles and by image
eight or nine (I had lost count you understand) was being unimaginably
naughty sitting center couch and holding her legs just about as wide
as her teenage ligaments would permit. Displayed for all the world to
see, her vaginal attractions presented an awesome vista. Trimmed but
still in plentiful supply, her tight little brown curls stood guard
about the inner sanctum. Her cleft fully exposed and partially open at
strategic points, I must confess she had a pretty clitoris! Enlarging
this particular shot full screen really gave the mega-pixels a work-
out.

Jaclyn was having trouble sitting still...most likely because she
was feeling the need for some personal contact. I thought I might help
the poor kid out and thus retrieving one hand from its padded sheath,
leaned forward and slipped it beneath the hem of that size 8 or 10
skirt. How sexy did the front of her panties feel?

This brought not surprisingly a vocal reaction from both young
women present. Jaclyn cried out "noo" whilst tugging on my arm quite
ineffectively and Katie let out with a shocked gasp of incredulity I
imagine.

Nothing could deter me from my intended modus operendi. Even
through her tight panties, I could feel Jaclyn was one wet little
chickadee. This most likely added to her embarrassment but the
condition she was in and the therapeutic activities being rendered on-
site, precluded the likelihood of her fleeing too far. Fact is, I felt
her spread her legs perceptibly as well as detecting the issuance of a
pleasured sigh through her juvenile but wickedly sexy little lips.

"You like pictures like this don't you sweetie?" I whispered
softly in her ear even as she began wriggling her hips marginally.

"Uh huh," was all she could muster, her eyes locked on to Cathy's
exposed treasures. I traced her vaginal cleft right the way between
her legs and back using my middle finger then to rub an area dead
center that I knew housed the young girl's main sensory equipment.

"Oh my God," Katie suddenly contributed to the silence. I turned
to look at her and was probably unsurprised to observe her own hand
well up between either thigh, bringing to fruition a short term
project I would estimate was set in motion by a combination of Cathy's
whorish inclinations and my own paedophilic advances.

Jaclyn I sensed was aware of my wife's digital intrusions upon her
good self, but given the double whammy of my wayward finger's progress
across her pussy and Cathy's complete and utter nudity in full-screen
technicolor, not twelve inches from her own nipples - she had recourse
to only one eventuality -- the biggest orgasm she had yet
experienced.

I felt the young girl stiffening in enforced preparation for the
quake, even gave her right breast a few illicit fondles to stimulate
her further.

"I'd love to see you pose like that sweetheart" I teased,
concurrently increasing the pressure on the front of her panties.

That did it. She just kinda slumped lower in the chair and
trembled from breast to crotch as the pleasured release took its toll
of her inexperienced but far from unwilling young body.

The reader might be interested to know that I was suffering an
erection of almost painful intensity at this juncture. This was made
worse by the fact I could hardly appease its requirements given the
immediate circumstances. Either I would have to go back on my word and
rape her silly or drag my wife to the carpet and take her forcibly
while the girl watched (not that bad an alternative when you think
about it I guess!).

As it happened, things were happening further along the table
that were taking-up the attention-span of both girls. Poor old Katie,
left to her own devices, had gotten herself completely over the edge
watching Jaclyn's pursuit of happiness, whilst the young girl herself
seemed quite unsure how to handle my wife's somewhat audible sexual
resolution.

Any way you look at it though the scoreboard at that stage read,
Females: 2 VS. Males: NIL.

"That was incredible," Jaclyn murmured, both hands folded in her
lap demurely but to the seasoned eye, applying pressure to areas she
really shouldn't be. Not that I was objecting.

"Well who would like to make themselves a little more comfortable
while I go get some refreshments?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" Jaclyn responded innocently, quite obviously
unfamiliar as yet with the way a man's mind functions.

"I think he means the bedroom sweetie,' Katie grinned.

"You promised you weren't going to rape me?" she pouted prettily,
yet looking up with major-league trepidation as I walked towards the
kitchen.

"And nor will I Jaclyn," I reassured her. "Katie will go with you,
you'll be fine. Now what drink would you like honey? Sprite, Coke,
OJ?"

Opting for a Coke, she vacated the chair and obviously an
adherent of the belief that there is greater protection in numbers,
followed Katie to the hallway. I could have watched that receding rear-
end and curvy little waist until both disappeared from sight. From
memory, now I think of it, I did just that!

Both girls were kneeling up on our Queen when I carried the tray
of drinks into the bedroom, handing a glass to each. I could have used
a JD and ice myself, but didn't figure that breathing alcoholic fumes
over a thirteen-year old girl might be conducive to my cause.

Perched up on that coverlet, really presented Jaclyn in a
desirable light. Watching my twenty-seven year old wife hovering in
close proximity to her, wasn't dampening the imagery either I have to
admit. I can't say for sure what thoughts were running through Katie's
head right then but it's probably just as well that Jaclyn was unaware
of mine.

Strangely, the bizarre nature of the gathering wasn't reflected
in our immediate interaction. She was quite forthcoming about her home-
life, school and her desire to be an elementary teacher. She just sat
there between us, hugging her knees when not sipping her Coke -
presenting for all the world, a normal parent-daughter chat.

With this familiarity though was developing a hands-on need from
my viewpoint to possess that enticingly beautiful body. Her fresh
young scent was captivating and the way she would smile sometimes when
making a point or subconsciously smooth her skirt beneath her as she
listened to one of us, was achingly attractive. I remember looking
across at Katie who understood without the need for words, the effect
Jaclyn was having - probably on both of us.

I have never mentioned this before but my wife, who I stress is
totally heterosexual in orientation, would be the first to understand
the appeal of a girl like Jaclyn. I have in the past teased her
frequently by saying that given the chance, I figured she would
somewhat enjoy a few illicit moments exploring the highways and byways
of a willing young female. Not once did she ever deny it I have to
say. This then was definitely my one chance to test that theory and I
sure as Hell wasn't going to pass it up!

Suitably refreshed I was pretty sure we wouldn't be needing
Cathy's involvement any further. As far as I was concerned she could
splay herself on that couch in all manner of positions for the rest of
the night. What sat on our bed fully dressed, left her posturing for
dead.

Not claiming to be the world's foremost authority on such things
but in recent years I have discovered that the best way to arouse any
girl of most any age - is to kiss her. Does wonders for me too! She
just happened to turn her head in my direction at the right time and I
had no hesitation in holding her around the waist and kissing her
gently on those wonderfully soft teenage lips.

I sensed rather than heard Katie's intake of breath and hoped
this was on account of my actions being equally arousing to her rather
than causing anything in the way of insecurity or distaste. I mean
let's face it, it takes an awesome degree of trust to be accepting of
your husband kissing a thirteen-year old girl not four feet from your
own lips...even if you do plan on some involvement yourself!

Jaclyn not only smelt good, she tasted even better. I find the
way a girl just melts into you when you have her number lip-wise -
utterly appealing. Kissing her with perceptibly increased passion, I
took the opportunity to lay her back atop the covers, her head resting
on the pillow with her shoulder-length blonde hair splayed out rather
attractively. It was not a time to ignore those sexy little breasts of
hers and so enclosing her right swelling, for such it could only be
described, I allowed my hand to squeeze the softness within.

Maybe on account of the fact she was recalling earlier tactile
pleasures, but she wriggled her hips momentarily and presented her
lips for on-going kisses. My response was to begin smoothing my palm
across both breasts which visually was as appealing as it was a
sensory delight. First gear was unquestionably engaged though at the
point Katie's hand reached across from the far side and began fondling
the girl's left breast. I was well able to feel Jaclyn's nipples
hardening beneath her top. I'm sure Katie was equally aware of this
little development across her side also.

Having both her breasts stimulated together fast-tracked Jaclyn
to pleasure central. I wouldn't call them moans exactly - after all
she was way too inexperienced, but what was issuing from her mouth
between kisses were definitely some sort of pleasured sighs. Probably
reacting on sheer instinct, but she put her arms over her head
suddenly and allowed us free rein to grope her. I caught Katie's eye
(Jaclyn's were closed for a moment) and nodded towards her chest. She
caught my meaning and then both of us inclined our heads to the
prostrate girl and began kissing and nuzzling her breasts right
through that soft material.

"Oh God, this is so sexy," Katie muttered. She wasn't far wrong!

Quite obviously no-one was going to rest on their laurels given
this playing field. I can't recall now which of us began undoing the
girl's top first but I do recall the moment at which that virtual
training-bra was first exposed to our vitally interested gaze. Having
caressed and fondled her a few times, we slipped a finger inside our
respective cup and began to stimulate the girl's nipples further.
Jaclyn was wriggling like mad now and quite unconsciously I imagine,
thrusting her breasts upwards to facilitate our contact with them.

Relieving her of her top was but the work of a moment and how
much better did she look like that?

Nor did she appear to resist when we each slipped a bra strap
down her arm totally freeing up her breasts from their delicate little
restraints. We could now both see clearly that which we had been
formerly molesting with such aggravated zeal.

She was a total doll and it behoves me to say that as we both
closed our lips around those sexy girlish teats, drawing down on her
like hungry children ourselves, she began emitting sounds of
unadulterated pleasure. I could have suckled her till the last Arab
converted to Christianity. I think Katie came close.

Whether by preference or simply it was some unspoken feminine
bonding kicking-in, but soon after Jaclyn turned on her side to face
Katie. This presented me with the hitherto unsighted aspect of the
young girl's naked back, flared hips and well rounded bottom, tightly
clad as it was by that light green skirt. Kissing her between her
shoulder blades brought a soft cry of surprise followed by a giggly
"That tickles!" That's not all it was doing my friends!

I was actually planning my next move when something happened to
temporarily halt my thought processes. Jaclyn pulled Katie to her and
they kissed - if not passionately then most certainly arousingly. This
be assured, was no contrived internet smooch between a couple of
ageing hoes, but something hot enough to melt titanium. My erection
tightened up a couple of notches on the spot, while what must have
been happening over Katie's neck of the woods in selectably non-
mentionable areas, one can only speculate upon.

Having a teenage girl, half naked to boot, wedged up alongside
you does offer some interesting possibilities. Seeing her embracing
your wife and the two of them lost in their own world of blissful
contact, is enough to warp one's sanity. Luckily I still had vague
control of mine. Slipping my hand up beneath Jaclyn's skirt right
about then, it seemed like a progressive move to begin easing that
tight little hem upwards. This achieved two things. Firstly to reveal
exactly what panties she had on - and for me at least - pink knickers
on a teenie do get me to first base! Secondly the gradual exposure of
her hot little bottom together with that delightfully naughty cleft
semi-concealed there between her cheeks, scored big-time on my "things
I'd like to do to her" chart.

Again, Jaclyn managed to steal my thunder by the simplest of
religious acts - the laying-on of hands...hers, on Katie's left
breast!

My pulse was now undoubtedly skirting cardiac trauma. To see the
two of them kissing like that, both squeezing and rubbing the other's
breasts (albeit Katie's were still covered of course) was a resounding
call to arms. Had I not promised Jaclyn rape was off the menu, she
would already have been pregnant.

Unable to decide which was the hotter - the gradual exposure of
the young girl's panty-covered rear end, or seeing her groping my wife
like there was no tomorrow - left me in a quandary. Unwilling to toss
a coin, I figured I would simply go with the flow. Ultimately, trying
for the best of both worlds, I allowed my hands the luxury of
smoothing their way across those sexy cheeks whilst kissing her the
length of her spine. Giggles mixed-in with wriggles just upped the
ante. What else was there to do but unzip that skirt?

That at least got a reaction.

"Not my skirt," she pleaded, "You can't leave me in just my
panties."

"Well maybe you'd feel better sweetheart if I take some of Katie's
clothes off?" I added, in as conciliatory a tone as I could muster.

In roughly the same time as it took for my words to register
with the under-age breast fondler across the way, I was behind her and
being quite naughty.

"C'mon Katie, let's have your dress off?" I teased. "Ya gotta
take the good with the bad hun. Can't expect free rein with blondie
here while you're still fully attired. Give the kid a break now."

Jaclyn burst out laughing but stopped abruptly as I managed to
unzip my wife's dress and forcibly tug it over her head. I think the
uncovered sight of her acutely well shaped breasts, now two thirds
free of her bra, somewhat sobered the kid up. The fact that she began
tentatively squeezing the contents of Katie's left bra-cup would
suggest she had found something she really liked!

Katie of course squeaked in fake shock and mortification but lost
no time I noted, in returning her lips to the younger girl's nipples.
Better still, she had on my favorite light blue panties with lace
edging. How could one doubt the existence of God this night, I recall
thinking.

Taking up my former position behind Miss "I-know-I'm-acting-shy-
but-I'm-not-really," I turned my attentions once more to that
awesomely brief skirt, semi-crumpled up her thighs as it now was.
Despite her protestations, I had it off her in moments and if you
think some of those girls in Playboy or Hustler are sexy as all Hell,
you have been sadly misled my friend. A lithe and giggly thirteen-year
old girl lying on your bed and clad in no more than a tight pair of
light pink panties, having her rather cute little breasts suckled by
another girl as you observe her hips and bottom in full wriggling
mode, is worth a substantially shortened life-span - take my word for
it!

Jaclyn's aspect from the rear was painfully tempting. How much
did that curvy little bottom just beg for a prolonged spanking?
Figuring that she may not share my enthusiasm for such, I decided to
kerb my wayward urges and slipped instead, my hand down the back of
her panties.

Eliciting cries of probable embarrassment and an audible "that's
naughty," I caressed for the longest time, both those soft cheeks. The
upshot of my endeavors being that my erection was now nudging the red-
line. Reaching around to cup her pussy, if not worse - I was shocked
to find other fingers had usurped my plan. Katie I determined, was
already fingering the girl stupid. No wonder she had been wriggling
so much!

Just looking over Jaclyn's shoulder I caught Katie's eyes and she
smiled back, replete in the knowledge that I had discovered her
mischief. "Oh well," I thought to myself - she has always wanted to do
this, who was I to rain on her digital parade?

Giving the sighing young girl a last kiss in the middle of her
back that had her arching her spine in pleasure, I manoeuvred myself
across the bed, behind my wife. Able now to see clearly the two of
them kissing, playing with and nuzzling each other's breasts and
Katie's free hand well down inside the girl's panties, I was a happy
man.

So happy in fact, I unhooked Katie's bra and tugged it down. She
gasped in shock and made with some shallow resistance until Jaclyn's
small hand began fondling her breasts and nipples like a professional
masseur. That had her moaning with genuine lustful pleasure and my
slipping a hand inside her own blue frillies to begin stimulating her
already erect clitoral nub, brought few objections but several soft
cries of sexual encouragement.

Jaclyn I could see was three quarters back down the path to
orgasmic solace. Legs spread, her breathing uneven and those
outrageously sexy little nipples standing to attention as a result of
Kate's ministrations, my own condition was terminal. I needed
absolution!

Nothing for it but to rape someone. Katie I knew wouldn't mind, so
having divested myself of my trousers (funny how men can still be shy
around young girls) I positioned myself where rearward entry to my
wife's vaginal haven was simply a matter of holding her panties to one
side and prising her legs further apart.

Let's just say that further foreplay was not necessary since
Katie's pussy was at high tide already. Even as I entered her with
none too delicate a warning, Jaclyn's expression was priceless. "Oh my
God is he fucking you?" she gasped.

Silly question really, it was either that or my wife's lower
extremities had suddenly developed an acute case of Parkinson's.

Funny the effect my actions had on Katie. She suddenly pulled
Jaclyn to her and the two of them began kissing so passionately I knew
at once the visuals were gonna get me over the line in record time.
Such was the case and even as I found myself staring at the few drops
of moisture now forming around Jaclyn's embryonic cleavage, I
bequeathed one doozey of a sperm count well up inside Katie's
welcoming receptacle. Her outbound
phraseography confirmed my impression that she had enjoyed the
coupling.

I felt soo much better!

So too did Jaclyn I noticed. By necessity it seems, since Katie
was suddenly taken up with her own procreative duties, the little minx
had taken things into her own hands as it were.

"Mmmmm," she was purring, one hand well up between her own legs
still. How I envied it!

Wasn't a whole lot to say after that. We just all lay on the bed
together for a while. With Jaclyn back between us, we kissed her some
more, fondled her both singly and together but yet, observing her plea
we not remove her panties.

Having some magic left to discover is always beneficial.