Susan Lovely owns the big house on the hill, the one with the swimming pool and the fancy tennis court. She's a psychiatrist while Warren Lovely is a banker.
They have all that money and yet they're stingy as hell when it comes to paying for babysitters. That's why none of the kids around the neighborhood want to sit for her, and it's the reason I got the job that weekend. If I only made two dollars it didn't matter when there was a chance to fuck another man. I had found a way to get laid, by a real grown man, and that was worth all the riches of the world to me.
"Hey, Susan, tell that kid to stick around later. I'd like to grab her by the ass!"
I heard one of the guests at the mansion say that to Susan Lovely but I pretended not to hear. It wouldn't do to have Susan realize there was a Judas in her midst, someone who meant to get in on the action.
I was supposed to watch the two kids while Susan had a party at her place.
"And keep the little bastards quiet!" she instructed when I first got there.
"We're going to be busy all evening and I don't want those brats under my feet!"
That didn't surprise me the way the talked about her children because a lot of party people I sat for said the same things. When it came to having fun, adults moved into a world beyond the infants.
There must have been fifty people at the mansion, all drinking and having a ball, gorging themselves on all kinds of neat-looking foods, while some of them took a swim in the pool. It didn't take me long to notice how many couples were de-coupled. Men with strange women, or women making a play for somebody else's husband. That seemed to go right along with alcohol so I wasn't disturbed by it. Except that I kept my eyes open. Any minute now somebody was going to do some fucking. And I wanted to get a peek!
I got the kids to bed around nine o'clock but kept out of sight myself. It was obvious the Lovely's didn't want a teenager in the middle of their party and I didn't want to be sent off upstairs or something. There were so many women in the house nobody would think to climb the stairs to fuck a young girl like me.
I had to make my own party.
I stood behind an evergreen tree and watched while some of the swimmers got naked.
"Come on, everybody, let's, go skinny dipping!" someone laughed gaily.
Pretty soon half the guests were nude, cocks swinging and cunts swaying as they did their thing. Perhaps it should have got me all shook up, yet it didn't.
There's a time when a nude person can get your blood boiling, but there are times when it just seems natural. With everybody naked it took away some of the mystery of sex until I got bored watching the bounding boobs or the plop-plop of testicles when one of the men got to running after a female.
"Let's do it in the water!" a redhead shrieked with joy as she pulled a guy closer to the pool. "Let's jump in and fuck in the water!"
It was nice to watch. All those nude bodies romping around, or making waves in the pool while they were fucking. Still it left something to be desired and I didn't realize what it was for a long time.
Then I realized a special ingredient was lacking from their orgy.
Seduction.
Theirs was a form of gang sex where everybody fucked everybody else, sort of mechanical, until their emotions were geared to laughter instead of sexual stimulation.
Sure I got hot and bothered from watching all that fucking, but not nearly so, hot as the night that husband sneaked into the room and masturbated on my bed.
So I got to roaming around the big house, and it felt good to be in the midst of all this wealth. Susan Lovely spent more for pictures on her walls than most people did to raise their children. Even so I had the feeling she wasn't very happy. She was too intense, too anxious to please her guests, and she treated her children like bank notes that got soiled.
I was in the big library glancing through some magazines when a man came into the room.
"Oh, hi there!" he smiled.
He must have been fifty years old, with a bit of a pot belly and receding hair, but he had a warm manner.
"Hello," I answered, still holding the magazine.
"You live here?" he asked.
"I'm the babysitter."
"Oh yes, now I remember. I saw you earlier today out in the garden. You want a little drink?"
Right away I sensed his hunger. Only this wasn't my idea of real screwing, to give in to such an old geezer that I didn't even know.
I told him I was too young to drink and I went to leave the library. But he moved to block my path.
"You're such a pretty girl!" He stared real hard at my face, but I knew he was thinking of my little cunt.
Up till then I figured it would be nice to have any man's hands on my body.
Perhaps it was because all those naked people turned me off a little, or maybe it was different from seducing a husband I was familiar with, but for some reason I felt insulted when this old geezer tried to fuck me.
"I gotta go check the children," I told him.
He blocked the door. "Whyntcba stay here with me?" He seemed to pant, as though it was hard for him to breathe.
"You better go out to the pool with the rest of them, Mister."
"Ah, fuck that party! I've seen those broads a hundred times already! Ain't nothin' they got to interest me. But you're different, kid. You're a real cutie!"
I could have screamed. Or I could have threatened the man with my age. Maybe I would have, if he'd left my tits alone.
"Wow, is that all yours!" he gasped when he fumbled at my breasts.
I was lost.
The juices got to flowing so fast I forgot where I was, and the sweet touch of male hands dissolved any resistance I might have possessed.
"Sure they're mine!" I whispered with excitement.
"Boy, I'd sure like to see 'em, honey. I'd pay plenty to, see a young pair of tits like that!"
He was fumbling for his wallet while I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I got the blouse undone, and pulled one of my tits out for him to see, just as he opened his wallet. Wads of bills fell all over the floor but that didn't, mean a damn to me. I could feel his eyes on my nipples while the juice ran hot between my legs.
"Can I touch them?" he gasped. "Criminey, can I really touch those young tits!"
His fingers were short, heavy, and when he pressed them against my breast it was marvelous.
"Oooowww, that feels good!" I told him.
"Cryin' out loud!" he wheezed as he groped at my exposed breast. "I always wanted to fuck a kid! How old are you anyway, honey?"
Instead of answering I took off my bra and opened my blouse all the way. I could feel the cool air on my bare breasts and it made me feel beautiful. Here was a grown man, obviously a wealthy man of great power, and he stood helpless in the presence of my young flesh. It was a grand feeling and one that I will never forget. To realize that I had a commodity worth more than all the money in the bank downtown, and that for an hour of sex I was the equal to men of great consequence.
"Lemme see your cunt!" the man wheezed. "Oh boy, I'd give a hundred to see that young stuff bare!"
Right then I'd have given him a hundred to touch my pussy. All the stored up expectation of this babysitting job was coming up hard, and quick visions of all those uncovered cocks at the pool went swimming through my head. I didn't care if this old geezer was too fat, or if he was going bald. Right now I wanted him to touch me. To put his strange cock between my legs and make me orgasm.
"Take off my skirt," I asked him, because I was shaking so bad I couldn't get my zipper undone.
He almost tore my hips off with his frantic efforts to unsklrt me. And when he saw me standing there with just my white panties to cover my little snatch, I thought he was going to have apoplexy. His face got all red and he drooled at the mouth, while he had to hold onto a chair to keep from falling.
"It's beautiful!" he gasped. "Holy Hanna but you sure are beautiful!"
He couldn't take his eyes from between my legs, so I knew he wasn't gonna help me get the panties off. I slipped out of the silken things slowly, letting him see the tender beauty that is so natural to us teenagers. When he saw the hairs on my cunt, the ripe nipples on my titties, he almost had a heart attack. He gulped and wheezed, while he staggered back two whole steps. You would have thought he was looking at a python ready to strike, from the frantic look in his eyes.
"It's the real thing!" he yelped. "I can really see your young twat!"
I walked closer, needing the touch of his hands on my flesh.
"Touch me here." I pressed a hand between my legs.
"Holy Moses!" he groaned. "That's a real little girl's peepee! I'm really seeing a young girl's thing!"
He seemed paralyzed until I took one of his hands and placed it against my cunt.
"Ooooowww!" he moaned, while I echoed the sound.
That single touch ignited his fire like a match to dynamite. Once he broke through the restrictions of age, the man went berserk. He grabbed me with such force it knocked the wind out of me, and he kissed my lips so hard it bruised the tender flesh. I tried to kiss him back but he was already trying to fuck me standing up, when his cock was still in his trousers.
"Oooowwwww!" he panted wildly. "Aaarrrgghhhhh!"
It made me kind of scared because he was really out of it, so I tried to get away. I almost made it to the door this time when he caught my arm.
"I'm sorry, honey," he apologized as he stared at my naked body. "I didn't mean to hurt you. My name is Alfred DeMarco, and I'll give you anything you want!"
He was trying to buy a fuck except that I wasn't in that business. Oh sure, I made extra money from the babysitting when a husband played around, but that wasn't the same as selling sex to some old geezer at Susan Lovely's place. He scared me, and he bruised me, until I wanted out, even though my whole body was crying for sex.
"You let me go, Alfred," I told him as I reached for my clothes.
It was then I noticed all that money on the floor. Tens and twenties, and even a fifty!
Why not? I asked myself. A little piece of ass would be good for both of us, and nobody would have to know.
"Okay, Alfred." I turned back to smile at the poor old gentleman. "But don't you hurt me, understand?"
I felt absolutely grown up myself right then. Here I was, a silly little girl in the library with a man of immense power, and I was giving orders to him!
It was a delicious feeling, I'll tell you for sure And maybe that's when I decided to buy a place of my own. A house where I could get all the fucking I could ever use, and make money besides.
Because payment for sex was beautiful that first time! Alfred carried me over to a big table in the middle of the library and told me to lay down.
"I wanna fuck you, honey'!" he wheezed. "I wanna fuck you so bad my guts ache!"
I wanted it too. Even with this pot-bellied man named Alfred. After all a cock is a cock, and it beats the hell out of a finger any night!
"Geez but you look good, kid!" be panted as he stripped off his clothing. "I always wanted to screw a youngster, and by gawd tonight I'm gonna do it! Man, but you look good!"
He kept staring at my cunt while he stripped, and when he stepped out of his jockey shorts I got the scare of my life. Alfred might have been a little old, and he might have had a pot belly and receding hair. Yet there was nothing wrong with that monster cock!
"Oboy, that must be twelve inches!" I gasped as I saw him hold the ugly thing in his hand. "I don't think I can take all that, Alfred!"
"Well, you're gonna get it, kid! Right up the old pizzazz…!"
He pushed me down onto the table and lined up us monster prick with my cunt.
The table was just he right height, and my legs dangled down to the floor as he got between my thighs.
"Here she comes, sweetie!" he groaned as he walked into my crotch. All the begging and sweetness were gone from his manner now that he had me conquered, and he reverted to the savage lust of all men during sex.
I felt that twelve-inch cock puncture the lips of my little cunt, and I felt him force the blood-engorged thing deep into my vagina. New tissues were tearing, ripping, as he walked into me with that hammer dong.
"Oh no…!" I squealed, trying to crawl backward across the table. "That hurts, Alfred! Oooowww! Pull it out! It hurts! Ooooww-eeeiii…!"
That ugly whang was deep into my guts, driving relentlessly into depths that had never been touched, until I thought I would pass out. Still it gave new joy to my flesh, a revival of all the glorious moments I had known in sexual intercourse. It began to feel so good I cried for more, when he didn't even have it halfway in. I could hear Alfred wheezing desperately as he got me by the legs and tried to pull my whole body over his throbbing cock, and maybe he could pushed the whole thing into my starving cunt.
Except that Alfred really had a need for young pussy. He must have dreamed about it for years, and now that it was really happening he couldn't control himself.
"I'm gonna come…!" he squealed when had been fucking for just two minutes.
"Oh good heavens I'm gonna shoot right in her young twat Oh! Ooohh-hh!
Unnnggghhh!"
He jizzed a prodigious amount until it squirted out of my hungry pussy and ran all over the table top, and with the last little jerks Alfred melted to the floor. I lay there with my legs in the air, needing more of that magnificent meat, while Alfred almost died.
I got an orgasm all right, one that hurt my hips from all the pounding on the table, but I could have gone for seconds. Or thirds.
Alfred couldn't help me.
It took quite a while for me to cool down enough to realize I wasn't going to get any more, and when I crawled off the table Alfred looked dead. He was lying on the floor with his face all white, flabby-appearing, while his tongue protruded between his lips. I got dressed in a hurry and then ran upstairs, to call on the phone for somebody. The phone rang out to the pool for the longest time, but finally somebody answered. I tried to disguise my voice when I told them somebody was dead in the library.
Now wouldn't that be something! Fucking a poor old guy to death just because he always wanted a young piece!
It could have happened, all right. Fortunately it didn't, and they got an ambulance to come and. give artificial respiration to Alfred. Still it scared me until I hid the money in my shoe. Maybe they'd think I killed him for the greenbacks!
Alfred was a hardy soul however, and he stayed the night with Susan Lovely and her guests. He took it real easy though, and he came up to my room to thank me for the most wonderful night of his life.
"You can come see me any time, Angie," he smiled with remembered pleasure.
He told me he was vice president of Mr. Lovely's bank, and he would be willing to pay me any time I wanted to give him a little fuck.
"That was the nicest thing that ever happened to me, Angie!"
I told him I liked it too, except he scared the hell but of me.
"I guess I got carried away," he admitted. "It just felt so good I didn't care if I died from it or not!"
"You about tore me up inside, Alfred. If you did it all the way I wouldn't be able to walk."
"You can earn two hundred dollars the day you take the other half." He patted his groin. "I never have been able to get it all the way in anybody."
I didn't doubt that, and the money sounded just fine, so I told Alfred I'd give him a call. Most of my friends, the ones who worked at the pop shop or the record bar, only earned a few dollars a week. While I could earn ten times that much in an hour, doing something I really loved.
Wow! I was gonna have a nice life for sure!
Still I was young, my parents were still the boss, so it wasn't easy for me to play around all the time. Babysitting was still the only real chance I had to find some strange peckers. But who would have thought a husband like Theodore Salisbury wanted to fuck a girl in the ass!