Introduction: Kurt goes out with his new girlfriend Ellen and helps her babysitting and bathing a little 6yo girl called Maile.
Author: PeachKisser2004
While attending college part-time I became acquainted with a lovely lady named Ellen who was in one of my art classes. We gravitated towards each other very naturally, and we seemed to share the same off-kilter sense of
humor, the same tendency to make bawdy and off-color remarks to try and get a raise out of our fellow classmates.
By the time the semester ended, Ellen and I were fast friends, even lovers, although we never officially called ourselves “dating.” We both thought of ourselves as “players” and that’s how we approached our relationship: we got together to play, and that suited both of us just fine. Ellen’s sexual appetite was just as strong as mine, and she loved when I held her close and told her how she was my darling little slut, how she had the prettiest little cunt in the world, things like that. Ellen and I turned each other on in a big way, and the sex was absolutely wild, satisfying in every way.
One thing Ellen did for spare money while in school was to offer her babysitting services through the college social services office. At this point she and I had never even broached the topic of child sexuality and our own pedophilic tendencies. In fact, I forget exactly how our conversations first turned to the forbidden topic of child sexuality, but it went something like this.
Ellen and I had established a certain rhythm, between work and classes, such that we tended to get together on Saturday nights, usually going out for dinner and ending up either at her place or mine for cuddling and sex play afterwards. It was a Friday night when I called Ellen to check that we were “on” for the next night. But Ellen told me that an urgent babysitting job had come up and she would have to pass this weekend. I was bummed, but there would be other nights, and we continued talking on the phone.
In hindsight, I wish I could have seen Ellen’s face as we opened up this new chapter in our life together. I asked offhand how it was she came to get these babysitting jobs, as she had never told me exactly how she advertised her services or attracted clientele.
“I registered with the social services at school and they have a matching system. Most of my jobs are during the day, mothers who need to attend a few hours class here and there and need someone to watch their kids.”
“That’s kinda cool. How old are the kids usually?” I asked.
“Oh, I insist that they’re potty-trained, so maybe four is the youngest I’ll take, and just going up from there,” Ellen explained.
In my mind I took a little detour to imagine what it would be like to babysit a little girl, but keep in mind at this point Ellen knew nothing of my strong sexual attraction towards children, and I had no intention of ever telling her, or telling anyone else for that matter.
“So how much do they pay you?” I asked, coming back to reality.
“Mostly it’s $5 an hour,” she explained.
“That’s all!” I said surprised. “Doesn’t seem hardly worth it!” “Well, it’s $5 per hour per kid, and sometimes there’s two or three kids at once, so that starts to make some decent money.” she said defensively.
“Oh yeah, I suppose, that makes sense,” I said. “Still, for only one kid it sounds like a lot of work for very little cash.”
“Well,” said Ellen, and this was where I wished in retrospect I could have seen her face, because I wasn’t expecting what came next.
“Well what?” I pressed.
“Let’s just say that I find the job rewarding in other ways,” she said very vaguely. Something in her voice caught my attention, perked up the hairs on my neck.
“What do you mean?”
“I dunno, it can be… stimulating.” countered Ellen.
“Okay, what exactly do you find stimulating about the job?” I asked. There was a very long silence on the line, unusual for Ellen, and I was about to say “hello?” to make sure we hadn’t been disconnected.
Ellen heaved a great big sigh. “Let’s just say I really love my sweet little baby girls, and I love the boys too, and that they love me right back.” Something about the way she said this almost seemed like I wasn’t supposed to ask any more questions, so I let the subject drop and we talked about other things. But my interest was definitely up!
A few minutes later Ellen brought it up again. “You know, about tomorrow night… you could come over and babysit with me, just to keep me company,” she said tentatively. “Oh really?”
“Yeah, I sure wouldn’t mind some company, and maybe you can even help me out. Tomorrow night it’s a little cutie pie girl named Sherry.”
Hmm, this could be interesting. “How old is Sherry?”
“She is seven, almost eight years old, but she’s very mature for her age and no trouble at all,” said Ellen. “Come on, join me, it’ll be lots of fun!” she said brightly.
Ellen’s words echoed with me forever, as I clearly had no idea how much fun she meant by that simple statement!
“Sure, I’ll come over, give me some directions.”
End of Part 1
Part 2 – Babysitting Sherry (MFg, pedo, oral)
The front door was open and I found Ellen and the little girl Sherry frolicking in the family room, playing tag, wrestling lightly, running around the furniture, just horseplay in general. Ellen gave me a big hug and thanked me for showing up to keep her company, then she introduced me.
“Sweetie, this is Uncle Kurt,” she said, putting her arm around the little girl and edging her forwards to me. I knelt down and shook the child’s hands and Ellen continued. “Uncle Kurt, this is my sweet little baby girl Sherry, and she is almost eight years old.”
“Yeah, my birthday is next week!” added the spunky little girl. She had big teeth in her mouth, some of them still a bit crooked and not yet fully together, with some big gaps that made her look positively darling when she flashed her big bright smile. “Well, happy birthday in advance then!” I said. Ellen knelt down a few feet away and gestured Sherry over. Smiling right at me Ellen whispered something into Sherry’s ear and Sherry looked right at her babysitter and said “Really? He likes that?” Ellen nodded. What on earth was she telling the child about? What was she saying that I liked?
Ellen whispered into Sherry’s ear for a few more seconds and Sherry just stood there, smiling and looking at me, a bit uncertain. “Come on, go ahead!” said Ellen, playfully patting Sherry’s bottom, pushing her towards me.
I wasn’t ready for what happened next: Sherry ran towards me and bear- hugged me, knocking me backwards onto the carpeted floor. Immediately she began tickling me, sticking her tiny little fingers into my armpits, into
my ribcage, climbing all over me as she shrieked with delight.
Ellen stood up and watched, and when I made eye contact with her I was doubled over laughing, trying to hold onto Sherry as best I could without hurting the little waif, feeling her little fingers and toes and even her little chin working its way into places I didn’t even know were ticklish!
“She’s pretty good at tickling, isn’t she?” said Ellen approvingly, folding her arms and watching me rolling around with the little seven-year-old girl.
I was getting out of breath by now, but I was starting to get into it too, trying to pin Sherry’s arms, trying to tickle her back a little myself, which only resulted in wild peals and shrieks of laughter from the tiny little squirming pre-teen girl.
So that was how the evening started, and that pretty much continued. Sherry would tire of tickling me and then go leap on top “Auntie Ellen,” as she called Ellen, and start tickling her afresh. Ellen and she had acertain rhythm to their tickling, a certain familiarity, and I could tell they had played this game many times before.
Then before I knew it Sherry would be back on top of me, squirming and squeezing, poking and prodding, then twisting and writhing whenever I got too much of a grip on her, whenever I started to tickle her back. It was
a delightfully fun frolick, and it was amazing how much energy Sherry had. Her young little body seemed possessed by a pulsing kind of power, just absolutely intoxicating to smell her skin, to smell her hair, to feel her
pointy little fingers and toes digging into various parts of me, trying to tickle me, and succeeding greatly.
After a while of this tickling and horseplay, Ellen looked at her watch and announced “Bath time!” Sherry didn’t like that one bit and at first pretended not to hear Ellen, continuing instead to wrestle with me. I was enjoying myself so much I didn’t really want the little cherub to go either! Ellen said it a few more times and Sherry put on a pout and continued wrestling.
Finally Ellen came over and put her arm on Sherry’s shoulder and looked right into her baby blue eyes. “Come on sweetie, bath time… you know how much fun bath time is, let’s go!”
“Okay,” said Sherry in a resigned-sounding voice, but she lost no time in hopping up out of my lap. I sat there on the couch and watched the two of them heading upstairs, Sherry holding Ellen’s hand, bouncing along up the
stairs. Ellen glanced back at me with a great big smile and a wink.
I lay there on the couch relaxing, calming back down after all the horseplay, still feeling Sherry’s young skin, her tiny little body as she wrestled me. I looked at my hands and remembered what it had felt like gripping her slender wrists, trying to contain her, holding her ankles, tickling her little narrow ribcage. What a darling little girl! My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of little feet on the stairs and I looked up to see Sherry sprinting down. Holy crap, she was almost naked! She was wearing only a tiny little skimpy pair of white cotton briefs as she ran over to me and knelt on the couch next to me, putting one hand on my knee. At the sight of Sherry’s pale childish skin all exposed, I became instantly and immediately aroused, but knowing Ellen was upstairs I didn’t dare try anything, didn’t dare even touch her back, even though I wanted to tickle her so badly right now!
“Uncle Kurt, can you come take a bath with me?” asked Sherry, looking right into my eyes.
What did she just say? My mind wouldn’t believe it, couldn’t believe it, and besides, I realized suddenly that my hand was resting on the little girl’s hip as she stood there swaying, her hand on my leg.
“Um, I dunno if that’s a good idea…” I said, realizing my cock wa rapidly stiffening inside my jeans.
“I want you to!” she said, folding her arms over her babyfat chest, squeezing herself and making a pout-face. I noticed the tiny little cones of babyfat where her budding breasts were starting to take shape and shook my head. No! This girl was seven years old! I couldn’t! What would Ellen think of me?!
“Sweetie, I just can’t,” I explained, taking my hand off her bottom and holding both my hands up helplessly. “I can’t…” I felt so ineffectual trying to explain this to the little girl.
Sherry sniffed, then huffed, then turned around and bolted back up the stairs. I lay there watching her jiggly little bubble butt disappear into the darkness upstairs, my heart hammering, the pulse throbbing in my penis. Carefully I readjusted my underwear to make myself comfortable,amazed at how stiff and hard I had become just from the sight and touch of that tiny little girl clad only in undies!
A few minutes later I heard more footsteps and saw first Ellen’s legs appear coming down the stairs, and saw her body was twisted backwards. She was holding Sherry’s hand as Sherry descended the stairs slowly behind
her. I saw something white wrapped around Sherry’s knees and noticed she was taking her steps very slow and carefully, one foot at a time.
Suddenly my blood froze: Sherry had her panties down around her knees, and her crotch was completely bare! Oh my god, my hands started shaking and I sat forward on the couch, an intense ringing in my ears from the hormonal rush. All I could say was “Wha… what?”
Still holding her hand, Ellen guided the baby-stepping and hobbled little girl over to the couch, then picked her up under her arms and stood her on the couch beside me.
My eyes were irresistibly drawn to the girl’s tiny little crotch, and from where I sat her completely-hairless vulva was precisely at my eye level. I was shaking openly now, and Ellen was just casually standing by the couch, watching me and still holding Sherry’s one hand.
“Sherry really wants you to take a bath with her,” said Ellen, looking down at me with a grin. I realized with a start that I had been staring right at the tiny little pussy cleft down between Sherry’s legs all this time, and I guiltily pulled my gaze away and stared up at Ellen, feeling very much like a schoolboy caught looking up a girl’s skirt.
“Um, what?” was all that came out of my cotton-dry mouth.
“Sherry wants you to give her a bath tonight,” said Ellen more slowly, as if she was talking to a complete idiot. At about this point I was pretty much a blithering idiot, as I realized that once again I was staring atSherry’s bald little peach. I dropped my gaze to her cotton panties, bunched up around her pudgy little babyfat knees, and I let my breath out with a slow moan.
“I’m, I’m not sure that’s a good idea…” I began half-heartedly.
“But why not?” insisted Ellen. “Sherry needs a bath, she wants you to give it to her! Come on!”
“Well, I don’t know if it’s appropriate for a grown man to be naked in front of a little girl!” I said in a sudden burst of lucidity. I wanted nothing more than to be naked with Sherry, but I couldn’t very well come out and say that!
“But Sherry’s almost naked right now,” said Ellen helpfully, gesturing down at Sherry’s tiny bald pussy, right in front of my eyes. I glanced there and guiltily took my eyes away, feeling the incredible rush of horniness again.
“But Ellen, I’m an adult!” I insisted, not really sure what that meant.
“Oh don’t be silly, she’s seen naked adults before, it won’t hurt her!”
“But, but…” I stammered.
“WHAT?!” said Ellen. “Come help me give Sherry a bath, come on!”
“But, I’m …” I couldn’t say it in front of Sherry.
“What, you have a boner? No big deal! Sherry’s seen boners before, come on!” My mouth hung open and I looked at Ellen, then looked over at Sherry, who had stayed quiet all this time.
“I’ve seen lots of boners!” Sherry added helpfully. “I’ve even seen cockstoo, great big stiff hard cocks!” she added proudly, holding her hands apart to indicate how long the cocks were that she had seen.
My mind was spinning, I didn’t know what to do, what to say. The next thing I knew, Ellen swept Sherry up into her arms and marched upstairs, and in a daze I followed up behind her, my mind still spinning, my cock still throbbing. I lost sight of them at the top of the stairs, but then heard Ellen say “In here!” and went towards an open bathroom door, light spilling into the hallway.
Inside I drew my breath in. Sherry was standing on the toilet seat where Ellen had placed her, but I saw now that Sherry’s panties were back in place, covering her up the same way she had been when she came down to ask
me to bathe her the first time. Ellen whispered something into Sherry’s ear and Sherry smiled as Ellen drew back from the little girl.
In a clear little sing-song voice, Sherry spoke directly to me as I stood in the doorway. “Uncle Kurt, I have a problem, can you help me?”
“Uh, what’s, uh, the problem?” I stammered out.
“Uncle Kurt, my panties keep getting stuck around my knees when I try to take them off,” she said plaintively. I found I was staring at her tiny little panty-clad crotch again, and I glanced down at her pudgy knees. “Will you please help me take my panties off Uncle Kurt?” Ellen just stood back and beamed. I could tell right away how proud Ellen was of her little baby girl slut Sherry. Had Ellen planned all this in advance?
As if in a dream I walked to Sherry standing on the toilet and knelt down. She put her hands on my shoulders to steady herself and said in a very small voice. “Do you think you can help me take my panties off? They keep
getting stuck,” she said, pouting a bit.
“Uh, oh, okay, I’ll try,” I said. My hands were shaking like a leaf as I reached for the elastic that cut into the girl’s slim hips. I put my fingers inside and saw gooseflesh appear around Sherry’s waist. I tugged her panties a little bit and they peeled downward just a few inches, revealing the upper part of the little girl’s pussy to my lusting eyes. Sherry stood with her pudgy legs clamped tight together, which made her panty material cling and bunch up in her crotch as I tugged it down further.
Suddenly little Sherry put her hand under my chin and lifted my gaze up to meet her eyes. I felt so guilty looking into her eyes after I had just been lusting after her tiny bald pussy so intensively!
Making direct eye contact with me, Sherry gazed at me with a troubled pout on her features and said in a tiny voice, “Please don’t hurt my pussy…”
“Oh god, no honey, no, I would never hurt your pussy,” I said, feeling weird to use the word ‘pussy’ around a seven-year-old girl.
Ellen chimed in from behind me. “Don’t worry sweetie, you can say ‘cunt’ around Uncle Kurt, he understands.”
I blushed again… such language! But seven-year-old Sherry seemed right at home with it and she repeated her plea. “Please be careful with my cunt Uncle Kurt, because sometimes my panties get caught right on my cunt,
right inside the lips sometimes.”
I glanced down and saw that she was right, that a little piece of panty fabric had ridden up into her vulva cleft. With shaking fingers I pinched the fabric and drew it slowly out of the tiny tight cleft, making Sherry squeak out a little “Oh!” at these sensations in her most-private areas. “Sorry!” I said. “It’s okay, that felt nice,” she said with a tiny smile.
“Move your feet apart sweetie,” I said, and started easing her panties down further. Soon I could see Sherry’s darling little baby cunt in all its glory, the plump upper mons, the smooth transition into her tiny waistband, streaked with tiny red elastic marks, on up to her plump bellybutton and tummy. Her lower cleft seemed impossibly deep, two puffy outer vulva lips pouting together and meeting and disappearing between her pudgy thighs. The urge to kiss her bald pussy was almost overwhelming!
As I lowered them, sure enough Sherry’s panties snagged a little bit at her knees and she pointed and said “See? They always snag right there!”
I tugged and adjusted them delicately and finally got them over her knees, and she said triumphantly, “You did it!” She stepped out of them and held her arms up for me to pick her up. I grasped the naked little waif in my
arms and she hugged me back as I lifted her from the toilet and plunked her into the tub, already partly filled with warm water.
Ellen had come up behind me and now as undoing my belt buckle, and when she dropped my jeans I felt embarrassed to be standing in front of Sherry, my underwear tented towards her by my throbbing erection. But I didn’t have long to be embarrassed, as Ellen lost no time in whisking my undies off too, leaving me standing there in just a teeshirt, my purple cock jutting out towards the pale little girl that stood naked in the bathtub.
“You have a nice cock!” said Sherry approvingly, staring right at my penis.
After lifting my shirt off, Ellen reached around from behind me and gripped the base of my shaft, tugging and jerking on it briefly, making me grunt as I watched Sherry in the tub. “Oh Christ” I grunted and Sherry smiled. “Does that feel good?” she purred into my ear, I nodded, this was incredible!
Ellen patted my bare bottom, “Go ahead, get in the tub with my little baby slut,” Ellen urged, I stepped into the tub, Sherry never taking her eyes off my erection, Ellen sat down on the toilet seat and lifted up her
skirt. Spreading her legs a little bit Ellen pointed down at her crotch.”Look how wet I am Kurt, look how wet your little babysitter slut Ellen is!” Sure enough, a huge circle of juices had collected at her crotch, and
Ellen slipped a finger inside her waistband. I watched her fingers settle into place within her slippery cunt and she began to masturbate herself while watching me and Sherry in the tub.
“Sherry sweetie, why don’t you show Uncle Kurt how to wash your little baby cunt properly,” suggested Ellen.
Sherry plunked herself in the water to get all wet, and I sat down as well. Handing me a bar of Ivory soap Sherry said “Use this!”
The little girl stood back up and stepped closer to me, her one leg inside my legs as I sat, the other outside, so her legs were slightly parted. I saw glistening droplets of water hanging from her bald cunny slot as I took the soap and started circling it in my hands, staring at the child’s exposed genitals and feeling my hormones building to a peak.
Even standing like this, Sherry’s outer cunt lips were fat enough that I could see no trace of her inner labia, no trace of her clitoris. I wondered if such a young child even had a visible clitoris, and I reached out with soapy hands and started to wash her pussy. “Ooooh,” I let out a long groan as my fingers traced under Sherry’s pussy, the soap lubricating their passage. I slid my fingers back and forth along Sherry’s slippery hairless genitals, soaping them up, gently caressing the firm flesh. I saw Ellen sitting on the toilet furiously frigging herself, her eyes slitted as she watched me washing Sherry’s little baby cunt, cleaning it all out nice and fresh. I reached down and felt my own cock was just pure steel, sticking up straight and hard from my crotch, my pulse thumping in the warm water.
“That feels very nice Uncle Kurt,” said Sherry. “You know how to wash my cunt just right!” I kept soaping up Sherry’s beautiful little crotch, reaching behind her to her round little bubble butt, sliding my fingers wetly into her asscrack, tracing along it, cleaning it out.
“Oh yes, wash my asshole too,” cooed Sherry. I grunted as I touched the girl’s sensitive nether regions, soaping up her tiny cunt and puckering anus.
“Can I wash your cock next?” said Sherry while I was doing this. I nodded but then suddenly I had an idea.
“Hey, I’ve got an idea, maybe we can wash your cunt at the same time as my cock!” I said. Sherry reached down to try and touch me but it was awkward and I said “No, no, watch this!”
Moving further back to the shallow end of the tub I got up on my knees and angled my stiff cock up from my lap, putting my thighs together and letting my balls hang out below, out of sight. I took the soap and quickly
worked up a lather in my hands, then smeared the suds up and down my shaft. “Now come and lean back against me,” I said.
Sherry turned around and I gripped her childish narrow hips and guided her soapy bottom down until she was half-sitting on my lower tummy. Sherry supported herself on the edge of the tub for a second while I reached
under and guided my cock into the little hollow down near her pussy. When my cock was lodged in that hollow I said “Okay, sit down slowly, and let my cock stick up between your legs…”
Sherry eased her weight down further and I could not even believe the sensation of the girl’s tiny little soapy crotch settling into place around my stiff jutting shaft. “Oh fuck!” I hissed, unable to contain myself, as Sherry slid down. “Oh god, oh fuck, oh god that feels so fucking good!” I said. Looking down at Sherry’s soapy crotch I saw just the very tip of my cock poking up between her legs, a deep purple colornext to her pale skin, next to the deep cleft of her pussy slit.
Ellen became very interested in what I was doing now and got off the toilet to come over and watch us from up close. Kneeling beside us just outside the tub Ellen watched as I started to thrust my cock up and down
inside the little soapy channel between Sherry’s legs. “Oh fuck, oh god,” I groaned, while Sherry just sighed and giggled a little bit as my turgidly stiff shaft slid up and down between her pudgy little girlish thighs. I gripped Sherry’s hips, slid my hands up and down her wet sides, squeezing her babyfat ribcage, amazed at how narrow her little body was.
After a few moments of watching us from outside the tub, Ellen stood up and said “That’s it, I’m getting in there,” and she stripped naked while I kept humping my cock up and down. When I thrust upwards my soap-slicked
glans would appear, and when I pulled back you could see nothing, just Sherry’s soapy little bald pussy peach. Ellen stepped in, cupping her own hairy pussy and squeezing her mound as she watched me humping Sherry’s
crotch.
“Good thing because I’m almost there,” I said breathlessly, my hips starting to take on a rhythm of their own. Pointing down I said to Sherry, “See? We’re washing your cunt and my cock at the same time!” I reached
around in front of Sherry and smeared some of the soap from my hands on her chest, squeezing her little babyfat boobies. They felt so incredibly soft under my probing, massaging fingers.
She smiled at that and said “It feels kinda neat!” she added.
“Oh yes it sure does,” I grunted back, humping up and down faster while continuing to soap up her chest, her sides and her narrow babyfat hips.
Ellen watched intently as my cock pistoned up and down, and she continued to frig herself. Leaning forwards Ellen put her hand on top of Sherry’s soapy pussy mound and during each upstroke I felt my cockhead bump intoEllen’s fingertips.
“Sweetie pie, I think Uncle Kurt’s gonna cum real soon,” explained Ellen. Sherry just nodded. “Yeah, I think so too.”
Looking up into Sherry’s eyes Ellen said “You know that Uncle Kurt is going to come because he thinks you’re such a darling little slut, right?” Sherry nodded and I let out a groan as I kept massaging my little baby
girl slut, humping her crotch.
“Your baby cunt is going to make Kurt’s big stiff cock shoot cum everywhere!” hissed Ellen, and Sherry nodded again.
I kept humping faster and faster and Ellen moved her fingers so that when my cockhead popped out from between Sherry’s legs, her thumb and forefinger were right there, stimulating the top and bottom of my swollen
glans, making me grunt from the intense sensations.
Suddenly I started to cum. I gripped Sherry’s babyfat hips right at her panty line and squeezed her tightly onto me while I began short-stroking my cock between her thighs. Ellen pinched my soapy purple glans each time
it appeared and huge bolts of molten semen blasted wildly from my cock, spraying every which way.
One blast shot straight across onto Ellen’s chest and she continued frigging herself and began to climax as well, panting and groaning as she stared down at Sherry’s soapy bald pussy, my cock jutting up below it, squirting and spurting and spraying my semen everywhere. Ellen panted and wheezed as she climaxed, one hand squeezing her wet pussy, one hand massaging her chest, smearing around the slippery sperm that I had squirted onto her.
Finally my spurts slowed to dribbles and oozed out into the soap and suds around Sherry’s little pussy. I reached down and drew my fresh sperm upand massaged it into her plump little mound, mixing it with the soap,
circling my fingers around the girl’s sensitive upper vulva. “That feels good!” said Sherry as my orgasm subsided.
Ellen got up on her knees and inched forwards and worked her thighs up and around either side of Sherry’s thighs, and leaning forwards like this Ellen squeezed her sperm-spattered chest against Sherry’s, squeezing the
pudgy little waif between us. I reached around to Sherry’s lower back and squeezed her back, sandwiching little Sherry in between us, and savoring the feeling of my withering cock slipping around between Sherry’s thighs.
We hugged like this for a few minutes, and Sherry managed to angle her head so she could breath, and I heard her sighing from our hugs. “This feels so nice,” said Sherry. Both Ellen and I agreed. Having a darling little peach sandwiched between us like this was pure heaven!!
End of Part 2
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Disclaimer: Story based on fantasy and protected by European free speech law.
What a lovely start to this mini series.