5 comments/ 61040 views/ 23 favorites Robbie's Sitter - Daphne By: Phallux Robbie's Sitter – Daphne 1 – The job revealed Daphne, a conceited, tall blond, a month out of high school for good, almost didn't take the job. "But Mom! He's RETARDED!" complained the lithe, tanned beauty, throwing her long, wavy blond hair over her shoulder, eyes glowering, pink-painted lips in a tight line under a cute, narrow nose. "It's Pastor Young's son, and you WILL do it or no cell phone for a MONTH! Is that CLEAR?" retorted Mom. The everlasting Bitch! Always threatening the cell phone, MY cell phone. Can't wait to get out of this hell hole. Daphne lifted her eyes, chin jutted, an expression of grudging acceptance of her Mom's latest crazy assignment…babysitting the retard. Counting on her delicate fingers, one item at a time, "I've seen him throw food. I've seen him shout and scream for an hour straight for no good reason. I've also seen him pull out his thingy and play with it in the playroom at church even!" pleaded the young blonde. "Will you actually say no to our Pastor, after all the math help he gave you after school?" Mom's hands on her hips, head bowed in a questioning glare. Daphne blushed and looked at the floor remembering those 'tutoring sessions' and stuck her pinky nail in her teeth, remembering all too well. "Didn't think so. You should be ashamed of yourself. " Walking away muttering, Mom's last words could be heard echoing down the hall, "Poor Robbie, he's a thirty-year-old with the mind of an eight-year-old." Calling back, "I'm bringing you over at five pm sharp, so be ready to go at quarter of with your duffel bag packed. You're staying the night." Mom's eyes squinted in sardonic satisfaction. It'll be good for her. Maybe she'll mature out of the teen witch she is now. 2 – Arrival at Pastor Young's house Daphne slammed the door shut and gave Mom one last good vexing stare of stabbing evil. Mom simply waved with a too-wise smile and drove off before any more words were exchanged. Now standing alone on a dark October evening, the chill wind blowing wet leaves in her fair hair and mischievously lifting her plaid school-day skirt, Daphne hefted her pink duffel bag and walked toward the door. Lifting her hand to knock, she looked above the door into a lit window, and noticed Robbie staring down at her, tongue working feverishly around his lips, his hand inside his pants working his favorite toy. No shame at all, that stupid retard. I can't believe I have to do this. Two delicate knocks and the front door opened. A pleasant breath of warm air washed over her face. "Why Daphne, you're early." Pastor Young commented, his eyebrows raised and eyes thoroughly examining her full, pert breasts, nipples stiff from the evening chill. "Do come in." Daphne self-consciously held an arm over her breasts, heat rising in her cheeks as she felt the hard little nubs of her nipples poking outward. She instantly regretted not changing out of a low-cut, v-neck, soft, super-thin cream sweater-top and no bra. Looking in the foyer mirror, the faint blushes of her areolas were just visible through the near-sheer fabric. Great. He'll never take his eyes off me the whole night. It's not my fault. I thought I was going to the mall, not to the mental home. After exchanging pleasantries with Pastor and Mrs. Young and being shown where Robbie's medication was and the first aid kit and all the emergency phone numbers, the adults finally left for the evening. Not without the dirty Pastor sneaking one last look at Daphne, however, seated on the couch, her slender legs crossed with lots of skin showing under the short skirt. His eyes lingered on her young, bronze thighs, and then moved to the exposed bottom curve of her cute ass. Licking his lips, his smirk washed off fast when his eyes lifted to see Daphne furrowing her brow at him and tugging her skirt down a bit. At that moment, Mrs. Young jerked him out the door – Daphne noted that he was arranging himself via his hand in his pocket. The dirty old perv, Daphne thought to herself, rolling her eyes. 3. Robbie "Rob-bie!" called his newly-arrived sitter. "Robbie, come down here. I'm supposed to feed you your favorite food, macaroni and cheese!" Rapid footfalls descended the main stair. Robbie's pudgy face, contorted into a bizarre mix of eagerness and wonder, appeared shortly thereafter in the kitchen. He was large, not grossly overweight, but the spittle on his chin made Daphne grimace and gaze downward toward the kitchen island's stovetop, trying in vain to forget the sight. "Would you like to sit on the stool and watch me cook?" asked the young blonde, instantly regretting asking. "Uh-huh!" garbled Robbie between bites of crackers he managed to find in front of him, now seated at the island. Stirring the mac and cheese, she felt his eyes burning into her breasts. Thankfully the heat from the stove calmed her nipples. Thank God. "Ah yoo mah gahfend?" Startled and not believing her ears, "what did you say?" Daphne watched in disbelief as Robbie actually blushed, dropped his gaze from her tits into his mess of crumbs before him, and repeated the question, with sickening clarity. "Ahr yoo mah gahrfend?" Well he almost said it right. "No, you little runt! I'm more like your servant if you wanted to know. The less talking we do, the better, and, the sooner you go to sleep, the sooner I'll start enjoying myself here. " This last bit she muttered half under her breath, stirring the pot, cursing to herself as she took notice that the rising steam was wetting her sweater making her rosy, round nipples much more visible. Seeing this, Robbie clapped and hooted, and pointed at her young bosom. Crumbs spraying from his mouth, he shouted, "Gahfend! Gahfend! Dahfnee mah gahfend!" Daphne decided dinner was done, and poured his disgusting macaroni and cheese slop into his plastic dish. She slid the bowl in his direction. Leaning forward, both hands spread wide on the dark granite counter top, "Now eat and take your filthy little eyes off of me!" Robbie quieted, his eyes roving between the dark mystery of her cleavage, now visible as she leaned toward him, and the yummy-smelling, yellow-orange pasta now shoved in front of him. "You eat. I'm grabbing a drink" stated Daphne, matter-of-factly. Reaching into high cabinets, she found a bottle of vodka after the third try, and poured herself a screwdriver. After pounding a couple, she felt the delightful, warm glow inside change her mood for the better. 3. TV Time "Your mom's note says that before bed you're allowed to watch some TV." Adding a little lie, Daphne continued, managing to sound just like her own mother, "Your bedtime is eight pm, sharp!" She sat down, neatly folding her skirt underneath her, on the far side of the sofa. Before Daphne could take command, Robbie clumsily picked up the remote and dialed in his favorite station. That is, the one when his mah and dah weren't looking. "The Playboy Channel! Pastor Young has the f-ing Playboy Channel?" Daphne raised her voice in complete shock, unaware that Robbie started fiddling with himself, right in front of her. Robbie's eyes were wide open, his tongue hanging out, and drool making his chin shine as he watched some naked, blonde goddess wash herself in the shower. "We're NOT watching this! American Idol is on! Gimme that!" commanded Daphne, reaching for the 'mote. He pulled it away from her, and, as she leaned over his lap to reach for it, her eyes looked down and registered a shocking, unimaginable sight. Holy shit! He's got a giant cock! It stood erect, the tip wet already and the lengthy mass of it sticking right out of his fly. She noticed, for the first time, that he was wearing bright yellow Sponge Bob boxers, and his huge dick made it look like Sponge Bob had the biggest nose ever. That's when he grabbed her. 4. The Couch Deal His hands were strong. Too strong! Daphne wiggled in vain to escape his clutches. He held her tight around her tiny waist, his fingers digging into her tender skin, exposed as her cropped sweater-top rode up high while reaching for the TV remote. "Let go! I said, let go, Robbie!" The young blond squirmed and slapped at his hands to no avail. "Gahfend!" is all that Robbie said. His hands slid up her midriff stopping at her boobs. Her sweater bunched up, lifting precariously high, exposing the pale, lower curves of her tits. I'm missing American Idol, and this stupid Mongloid is squeezing me to death, the idiot! Robbie, using his inhumanly strong grip, turned her toward the TV, her ass now uncomfortably positioned in mid-air above his huge, throbbing cock. She just barely reached her tip-toes to the floor while holding her hands onto his shoulders to keep from being lowered anywhere near his lap. Her wriggling resulted in Robbie's hands sliding up and lifting her sweater up and over her rosy nipples. His fingers closed over each tear-drop shaped, 36-B breast. He immediately went quiet, lowered her a bit so she could just barely plant her feet, and loosened his grip in order to stroke the tops of her un-tanned titties with his large thumbs, feeling the delicate, soft curves. "That's ENOUGH!" screamed an irate, embarrassed Daphne. No result. His fingers moved and started brushing her nipples, stiffening from the attention. He began to knead her delicate boobs when an idea struck her. Pleading now, in a calmer, more reasonable tone, "Okay Robbie, okay. How about if I be your girlfriend and we'll have a real, live date watching American Idol? Okay?" The spell was broken. "Gahfend!" Robbie exclaimed and released her onto the flats of her feet. Daphne pulled down her sweater, embarrassed that her nipples were quite erect, and tingling, which also awakened her young pussy, now aching with a pulsing heat. She quickly held herself, hiding her erections from Robbie's view. Standing in front of Robbie, arms cradling her bosom, her face a storm of fury, she blustered, "I hate you!" Exasperated, the sitter scrunched her lovely eyes shut, her upper body bent toward him with emphasis on each word. Robbie was mesmerized and said nothing. He stared at her pretty blond hair. He admired the shadow of her cleavage, and then drank in her lightly-tanned, lithe legs. "Yoo smahl nahce" blurted the retard. "Gahfend!" Robbie actually patted the couch next to him, no doubt learning this from watching his stupid, perverted dah or dumb mah. Taking a deep breath, Daphne saw a chance to calm him down before bedtime and so played along. "Give me the remote, and I'll sit next to you, alright?" Robbie was an obedient puppy, now. He grabbed for the remote, knocking it off the armrest of the couch and then leapt up to go fetch it. "Just don't grab me like you did. It scared me." Daphne told him as she took a seat on the sofa, farthest from his seat, and placed a round, burgundy pillow on top of her tucked-under legs. Reaching out for the remote, her jaw dropped a moment when he turned around toward her, the giant member swinging from his open boxer fly. He's just so well hung…it's really a damned shame to be wasted on such a dud of humanity. The lovely young blonde sitter snatched the remote from Robbie's hand and pointed to the opposite end. "You. There. Keep your hands to yourself, and be quiet." Changing the channel seemed to absolutely drive him nuts. He jumped up on the couch screaming at the top of his lungs, bouncing up and down like a monkey at the zoo. Her eyes momentarily locked onto his swinging manhood and then onto his face, now streaming with tears. "Gahfend! Gahfend!" he was screaming so loud, she was sure the neighbors would come knocking. He pointed at her chest all the while, screaming away. "Shhh. Shhh. It's okay, Robbie. I'm your girlfriend." Sensing the root of the problem, Daphne slid over toward him, and stroked his shoulder, beckoning him to sit down. He did. She moved in close, her boobs brushing his muscular arm, and brushed his hair back, soothing him. "See? I'm your girlfriend. Let's start our date, okay?" "Yesss!" agreed the simpleton, changing emotions from upset to happy in the blink of an eye. 5. Appeasing the monkey American Idol entered its first commercial break which ruined the brief truce between them. Robbie's attention was now turned back to the soft, young honey now seated next to his pudgy self. Daphne felt large, warm fingers lift her sweater up. Her right tit popped out, cool air washing over it and arousing her nipple. Robbie stared at it with a big, simpleton smile. His hand reached into his pants and the whacking began in earnest. She couldn't really blame him, she'd seen many other girls' boobs, and she definitely had a pair of winners. Deciding it was harmless, she kept her boob out and let him drink in the sight, moving her attention back to the TV, and to her show which was just resuming. Robbie's hand action increased and his breathing got so loud that she had to turn away from the tube to see what he was so excited about. His free hand was outstretched, creeping toward her exposed breast. His eyes were fixed on the prize. His tongue going wild around his lips. Before she could flinch, his thumb and forefinger locked onto her nipple, now fully erect and an easy target. She tried to pull away, slapping at his hand, but his grip was tight. Wincing, she looked down to see her nipple flatten and stretch outward under his vice-grip as she tried to pull back from him. Her sweater-top lifted up completely, revealing her other pale breast, bouncing slightly. "Oww! Robbie! Let me go!" "Gahfend!" Clearly determined, he pulled his hand from his pants and grabbed Daphne's other boob, again latching onto her erection with his thumb and forefinger. There was wetness on these fingers. He tugged her nipples in an alternating manner, much like a cow's udders being milked, and she, struggling to pull away, watched in desperation again and again as her nipples stretched unbelievably in his grip. The young blonde lifted a hand and slapped his face as hard as she could. Robbie released her tits and held his face, a mask of pathetic shock and hurt. "Yoo haht me! Ah tull Dah!" Rolling her eyes, and tugging down her sweater top, swollen nipples stinging, Daphne calmed herself. I'm not letting this idiot ruin my cell phone priveleges! "I'm sorry. It's not your fault. You're just being a boy, I guess." Sobbing, Robbie managed, "ah tahwt yoo mah gahfend" and covered his face with his hands, sobbing more loudly now. I'll never get to watch the show this way. Maybe a little play would shut him up. After all, it's just my boobs – who knew how many boys, and even some older men, have fondled them… "If I be your girlfriend, and…eh…let you play with me a little bit…do you promise to be gentle and quiet and let me watch my show?" Again the immediate turnaround as a bright smile lit up his man-child face. "Yah! Gahfend! Dahfnee!" "…and back to your American Idol…" Sensing that now was the time to deliver, Daphne watched Robbie's gaze shift to her bosom as she lifted her sweater, slowly, freeing her puffy, sore nipples. They sprung free, standing at immediate attention to Robbie's delight. Clapping his hands, the man-boy watched as the cooler air made her pink nips harden into long, straight rods, an inch long. Robbie's face was a child's on Christmas morning. Daphne blushed, her cheeks warm as they reddened. I can't believe I'm doing this. Robbie tentatively reached over, with fingers outstretched, and firmly gripped her soft boobs. His thumbs passed back and forth over her nubs, making them point up then down. Before he started kneading or pinching again, Daphne softly coached, "Gentle now…not like before…" He was gentler, and carefully squeezed both boobs as if he were giving each a gentle handshake. He looked up at her face for approval but Daphne had her eyes closed and head tilted back, secretly imagining it was her favorite American Idol hunk doing this to her. That made her hot and wet…very wet. She opened her eyes and saw him looking at her instead of her boobs. Heat flushed her cheeks as she dropped her gaze downward and watched her young tits being squeezed by this thirty-something cretin. Between squeezes, pale finger marks marked his hands' work, but he wasn't hurting her. She lifted her chin and smiled at him. "Good boy." He smiled back, eyes wide open, and kept up the molestation. "Bah-fend", he corrected. Robbie went back to watching himself play with her tits; Daphne turned her head back toward the TV, warmth throbbing in her cheeks, nipples, and down lower. He squeezed them, pushed them together, pushed them down and watched them spring back up. He weighed them, lifting just enough to make them bounce upon release. He even blew onto her nipples, something she never would have expected, which sent a shiver of electricity straight down to her girl area, now definitely wet. I'm going to have to change my underwear, thought Daphne as Robbie gently blew on each nipple again. Curious, Daphne stole a glance down at his lap, secretly wanting to see that monster in his pants come alive again. She wasn't disappointed as the fist-sized head stood tall, the whole shaft maybe eight or nine inches with a thick, veiny girth. She bit her lower lip and just couldn't take her eyes off of it. She shocked herself by a sudden thought. I'd need both hands to tug on it while I sucked. That mushroom head would fill my whole mouth… 6. Bath time Robbie's touching and blowing on her tits made Daphne just too distracted…too aroused, to sit and watch her show. She also became very aware that they were on the ground floor of the house with all the window curtains open. Anyone could see her, and she would be humiliated. A baby shampoo commercial came on the TV and Daphne remembered the note. Give him a hot bubble bath before putting him to bed. It helps him to fall asleep quickly. Taking his large, warm fingers in her tiny hands, removing them from her tender breasts, Daphne said, "Let's go take a bath, it's bedtime, Robbie." A pout formed on his dopey face. "Your girlfriend really wants to give you a bath", countered the blonde sitter, looking into his eyes with a sly, foxy look. Straightening her back, the lovely honey pushed her naked boobs into him, shook them a little and then got up off the couch and took her sweater off right in front of him. Robbie started whacking himself again, watching his new girlfriend free all of her beautiful, blonde hair from her little, tight sweater top. Loving the sight of her lithe, tanned body, with only the most subtle tan lines across her tits, Robbie gripped his shaft and really jerked. His rod turned red, then purple, and then he let out a groaning sound, growing louder and louder and then a gasp. Daphne cupped her hands over her mouth in lighthearted disbelief as Robbie finally got himself off. She felt a warm glob of his spray land right in and around her navel. The rest spurted onto her plaid skirt, with a string of gooey warmth hitting her left thigh. Covering a growing smile with her hands, Daphne dropped her blouse onto the coffee table and headed for the stairs. With her back turned to him, she put a finger to her midriff, wiped some of his spooge onto it, and put it in her mouth, tasting the salty warmth. "Coming?" Daphne queried as she headed for the stairs. He already did, (chuckling). Damn, I'm horny. I need some alone time. He needs to go to sleep fast. Robbie's Sitter - Daphne "So, Daphne, this totally cute boy took me to a Skrillex concert. It was so amazing. I wish you had a boyfriend as well." "Yeah, I'm taking a break right now. I just don't feel like a slut jumping from one boy to the next." "I totally get you." "You are totally awesome. You are my bff." Daphne slouched on her bed, half leaning against the wall. One hand was on the cell phone. The other had twirled up the charger cable around the index finger and was now digging in her exposed navel. The t-shirt had ridden up over her belly from the slouch. She starred into her stuffed childhood room with school books, Twilight posters, stuffed animals, and overfilled closet that won't close anymore. The door opened. Ma stepped in. Her hair was partially gray and curly. She wore a hippie inspired dress. Her eyes squinted small. She was tall. Her gesturing arms took up a lot of space in the little room. Daphne threw the phone on the bed in frustration. Her hands wrapped in fists to protest. "Ma, you can't come in here like that. You have to respect my privacy." "Ah, I have to respect every little hair on your head. And you have not shown me the least respect in the last two years. It's time to go. You promised to watch the pastor's retarded son." "Ugh, he is so gross. I'm not going near him." "He may be 30 years old. But he has the mind of an 8 year old. And if you can't contribute a single thing in this house hold, you are at least contributing to our church. Get your purse, or I'll cut off your cell phone for a month. Your choice!" "That's oppression. That's why they killed Hitler in World War II." Daphne dragged herself off the bed. She grabbed her Tokidoki purse off the night stand. She slipped into her brown leather boots. She zipped them up to her knees. Thick, gray boot socks extended a little past the boot. Her body was slim. She had beautifully styled dark brown hair falling over her shoulders. Her mother watched her with increasingly squinting eyes like a sharp shooter gearing up for a shot. "Young lady, you are not going out of the house in that short skirt with the thin fabric that shows your panty lines." "Ma, like everybody is wearing clothes like that. It's just Forever 21. It's nothing scandalous." "And those boots make you look like a street walker." "C'mon, have you seen how people dress nowadays? And sex workers totally deserve respect." "There is no time to change anyway. So, let's go." Daphne let herself drop down each step in the staircase, so that her heels would make a loud sound on the wooden steps. Her bare slender knees poked forward with each step. Her medium size boobs squiggled with each bounce. The handrail was worn from her as a child sliding down into the arms of her dad. The family cat raked her paws in the air lying on her back on the yellow pillow that was messy with balls of cat hair. "Daphne, get the trash on the way out!" "Ma, why can't you get us a Mexican like any normal family? I shouldn't have to touch it. That bag is disgusting! There are all kinds of brown liquid at the bottom." "Watch your tongue lady! Get the trash, no discussion!" The two walked outside. It was the typical suburban lawn with a path to the curb and trash cans. Old trees with large crowns lined the quiet street with big single family homes and basketball hoops over the garage. They got into their five-year-old gray soccer mom van. Daphne looked ahead as the stop sign intersections passed. Her eyes had a sparkly quality that made her green iris shine. People often paused to get a closer look at her eyes. They speculated that she must be very pure of heart or have some kind of rich intellect. Dark eye liner framed the eyes. The makeup was too artificial, as it usually is with young people until their makeup skills become more refined. "Mom, why won't you let me drive? I'm eighteen now. I've had my license since sixteen." "You almost ran over a boy from school. You have to show some responsibility first." Mom idle mindedly turned the colorful wooden bracelet on her wrist while driving single-handedly. It was a memory from a vacation to Peru, when Daphne was 12 years old. They had both gotten the same bracelet as a token of their everlasting love for each other. That was the last sweet moment before the fights had started. Daphne looked at the bracelet. She felt embarrassed about her friends finding out. So, she did not wear hers anymore. However no matter how much her stomach got a pang of embarrassment seeing it on her mother, she didn't say anything about it. "Daphne, sweetheart, I always wondered about our summer vacation at the beach. Why did you never go swimming at the ocean? You know that you have a beautiful body. Your skin is smooth. Your butt is firm, round, and tight. Your abdominal muscles are showing as beautiful lines on your flat belly." "The ocean is a giant toilet. All the toilets of this world empty into the ocean. Would you want to swim with all that poo and pee?" "Child, it's not like that." "If you like toilets so much, why don't you sit in ours?" Mom was snapping silently at the air swallowing her own words. Daphne made sexy putty lips that really highlighted her red lip stick. Her small, slender girl fingers played with the grip in the car door. Her nails were painted in a dark, mysterious purple with a thick layer of gloss over it. Her fingers had smooth wet skin, like young girls have. She stared out of the side window to further separate from her ma, while she couldn't physically get away. "Pull over here. Let me out." "It's still two blocks to the pastor's house." "It's embarrassing enough to be driven around like a helpless toddler. They don't have to know that I still can't drive around on my own." "Okay, young lady, try to be nice!" Daphne stepped out of the van with the purse over her shoulder. The skirt flapped softly around her thighs with every step. The fabric was soft to make it flow. With each step, the back fabric would lick forward. There was so much motion in her skirt that men sometimes watched her breathlessly walking along the entire sidewalk in the hope for a rare glimpse to see the skirt flutter just high enough. It never did. Daphne had carefully tested the skirt at home in front of a mirror. She knocked on the door of the pastor's house. There was a large ornamental door knocker. The door had grooves in the wood to show that it was assembled with real wood by a craftsman. The door opened. The pastor's wife was in the door. The pastor's wife was six feet tall. She wore a long slender black dress that covered her from the shoulders down to her ankles. She had a ruffled blouse underneath that showed through the front cut off the dress. A round piece of metal work was stuck by a needle on the front of her chest to show class and family heritage. Long, elegant ruffles hung of her sleeves of the hands that held open the door for Daphne. The pastor's wife's hair was braided around the side of her face for the braids to combine behind her head into one long gray haired braid. "Come in Daphne. It is so wonderful that you can look after Robbie tonight. The pastor and I are going to a political fundraiser for abortions tonight. The mayor wants us to meet important donors." "Women's rights are so important. We did a protest in school to stand up like Rosa Parks did." The pastor's wife looked at Daphne sharply. "It's an anti-abortion fundraiser. You know what the bible says." "I have totally seen pictures of four month old embryos. They look like people. It's murder to kill them." Daphne looked away to hide her blushing. She could feel the heat pulsating in her face. "Yes, you have always been such a sweet child. You have become so beautiful. Let's have a tea with biscuits in the backyard, while I explain everything about Robbie to you." Robbie had been standing in the back of the room. He had pulled a curtain in front of his body. It seemed that he was shy and hiding. Yet, his face fully starred at Daphne. His face lacked the details and definitions of a regular adult face. It was one big round pudgy mess. His lower lip completely enclosed his upper lip to make him look retarded. His clothes were so simply that one couldn't even tell where to get such plain clothes. He wore big gray sweat pants and a t-shirt with the American flag. The pastor's wife walked Daphne through the living room with the antique furniture. The ottoman and settee were arranged to welcome people. The photographs on the walls were carefully arranged. Crosses and church symbols were strategically mixed into the décor. The backyard was floored with rock plates. Metal furniture with pillows was set up. Three porcelain cups, a tall delicate tea pot with long snout, and plate with a pyramid of pale-yellow cookies were placed on the table. The pastor's wife elegantly waved her hand toward a chair with her long slender fingers and ornamental metal rings to signal Daphne to sit. Daphne sat down. She crossed her knees purposefully like she was in high company. She sat straight up with her spine curving back and shoulders pulled back. She smiled delicately. Robbie had followed them out. He started drawing circles on the floor with chalk. He got intensely focused on his circles. They talked about how to take care of Robbie. There was a list to keep Robbie's regular routine. He had TV time, a specific meal, and his bath time before bed. Daphne idly watched Robbie to get an idea of what kind of man-boy he was, while listening. Perhaps, if she did well, she'd get $20 out of it. Without warning, Robbie got up, pulled his sweat pants down to his ankles including underwear. He squatted down and peed. The pastor's wife immediately looked grim and stood up. Daphne had to cover her gaping mouth, because his penis was huge. Even flaccid, it was hanging long and thick. If he weren't too retarded to use it, he would have been one lucky man. The pee spread out in a big dark circle on the ground. The pastor's wife pulled him up by his elbow and dragged him inside. A few minutes later, the elder woman appeared breathless and was wiping her forehead to signal the hard work. "He is quite a handful. But he is harmless. If anything happens, you can always call me. My number is on the sheet." The elder woman switched the topic to pretty things like the church picnic to smooth over things. Daphne courteously laughed and made polite remarks about the choice of cakes. At some point, Robbie walked up to the table. "There is our sweetheart," exclaimed the pastor's wife. Robbie starred straight at Daphne's chest. Daphne's chest was pressed forward, because she sat up straight. A snug, black underwire bra pushed her breast into two deliciously round shapes. The bra was a little pointy at the front to let a slight mark of nipples showing through her chest. "Be a gentleman," demanded the pastor's wife with a stern voice. Robbie reached his hand forward. Daphne politely lifted her hand. Robbie's hand shot past her hand straight to her right nipple. He squeezed with an intense vice grip. Daphne gasped in air. Her heart started pounding like mad. Her vision almost blanked. All she could feel was intense pain and throb in her clitoris. She hit him across the face with the back of her hand. The retard ran away with big steps. He cowered in the corner of the fence. He whined with a high pitched "weee-weeee." The pastor's wife stood up in frenzy. Her gaze shot back and force between Daphne and Robbie. "Daphne, I am so sorry. Are you alright? Oh, the neighbors sued us in court for noise disturbance from Robbie. I can't have him screaming." Daphne was holding her boob. Now, she had leverage over her ma. She had to play it right. And, she would get the family car. "Just look after him. I don't think he understands what happened." "You are so wise and mature, Daphne." Biting down the pain, she smiled on the inside, "I need that quote engraved to show my ma." Bent over, the pastor's wife sweet talked the retarded giant into quieting down. When that failed, she started bribing him with ever increasing offers on the retard's scale. Chocolate cookies with cherry ice cream clinched the deal. Eager like a lamb, he followed into the kitchen. His face suggested that he had forgotten everything. The sudden pain had snapped Daphne out of everything that had been going on in her head: her mother, plans with her friends, and the talk about church picnics. The pastor rang the doorbell. He stood in a suit with big ribbon pinned to his jacket. The ribbon supported the local mayor. The pastor's wife profusely apologized for having to leave right after this episode and thanked her a million times. Before Daphne's mind caught up, she was sitting on the living room couch next to the retard. He was double her weight easily. His face was completely engaged with Sesame Street. His jaw chewed ice cream with such giant movements that were totally out of place for sucking on ice cream. Her feet were kicked up on the glass coffee table. The yapping pastor's wife was gone. She was free more or less. After five minutes of learning to count to five all over through Sesame Street, she got her cell phone out and started talking to her friend. They'd be able to make plans for next weekend's concert. Middle in all of that, Daphne had the sudden urge to tell her friend. She covered her mouth and leaned away from Robbie. "You know how I'm sitting that retard. His dick is ginormous! It's like Guinness record worthy." "I have to see. Take a picture." "I don't know." "C'mon, it's payback for the nipple pinch." "Okay, hold on." Daphne turned to face Robbie. Her face was a little flush. Her nose seemed more curious than before. It was a small and very adorable nose. She smoothed her skirt flat out of nervousness. Her bare knees were showing. "Robbie, please stand up and pull your pants down for a moment." Without any thought of malice, the retard stood up and pulled his pants down, while holding the ice cream cup in one hand. It was big, thick, and long. It had a big mushroom head. Daphne snapped a photo with her cell and texted it to her friend. Robbie kept standing with his pants down and started eating ice cream again. "You can pull them up and sit down." Her friend giggled out of control on the phone. "Naaaooo, yooo shaaaaw meeee." "What? You want to see your picture?" Robbie pointed at her crotch. "No way, Jose. You ain't seeing anything there." She shook her hand. She wagged her finger. He jumped up and started waving his whole body, "Nooot faaaaair. Yoo think meee duuuummb." He started whining. He'd snapped his hand into the air to show his desperation. Daphne walked after him to calm him down. He would not calm down. He kept whining and whining. He'd throw his head around, obviously tormented by feelings that he could not understand or control. She grew terrified that he'd never calm down and hurt himself. "Fine, you can see. But, you must quiet down." "Aaakay," said he and looked her quiet in the face. She lifted her short skirt up to reveal the snug black lace panties and her smooth skin. She leaned back and glanced away to make the moment less intimate. "Naaat faaair. Yooo seeee meee no pantiessss." He started whining all over. He crouched and shook his hands. "God," hissed Daphne. She pulled down her black lace panties. There was a thin, well-trimmed landing strip above her snatch. If her parents found out, they'd freak. Her vaginal lips were smooth and taut. There was no hanging skin, simply two mounds and a gentle slit in between. Robbie leaned forward to get a better look. His face pinched together around his nose. It was like his eyes lower and his upper lip rose up. If Daphne's vagina had feelings, it would have felt insulted by the grimace starring at it. Daphne patiently waited for Robbie to finish his slow inspection, because she couldn't bear hearing that whine again. He finally nodded and stood up, "You mah gahfriend now!" "Dream on!" She wiggled her panties up and lowered her skirt. She sighed and looked at the watch. It was time for dinner. She got the labeled Rubbermaid box out of the fridge. She put it into the microwave. Robbie knew what to do. He sat ready at the kitchen table with his spoon in one hand and a big paper towel tugged into the neck opening of his t-shirt. Mac'n'cheese was supposedly his favorite. It should set him into a good mood. The microwave binged. The dinner was an artificially yellow looking paste. It looked like cheap stuff with chemical rather than real cheese. He almost ripped the paper bowl out of his hand. She felt like feeding a lion at the zoo. She had to smirk about it. She had brought her own sandwich. They peacefully ate dinner together. When dinner was over, he was to have a game of cards as reward. She shuffled the deck. He couldn't sit still on his chair. He had to perpetually re-adjust himself. She passed five cards to each of them. She let him put the first card down face open. It was a simple game. One could put down a card that was higher of the same suit or pass. Once the game reached the king, it started over with the lowest card of the next suit. When one had to pass, one had to pick up a card from the stack. The first person to hold no cards would win. Robbie had this habit of putting his cards flat down. Then, he'd put his head on the table sideways, only lift a corner of each card, and peer at it. He must have seen it at a poker tournament on TV. That gave Daphne the chance to put all the lower cards inside the waist band of her skirt. Miraculously she won each round. She felt superior to the retard. She could manipulate him. "Ah yoo cheaeating?" "No, it's just luck." She smiled blatantly expecting him to be too retarded to read facial expressions. However, his face looked disturbed. He kept asking her over and over until she let him win on purpose. When he put down the last card, which required a lot of coordination skills for him, he jumped up and did a retard victory dance. It was mostly just a very focused facial expression and rhythmic tilting of his torso with hands in the air. She had to giggle at herself for the grotesque joke of a man he was. "Okay, it's time for your bath." She walked him upstairs to the bathroom. The pastor's wife had clearly instructed her to never leave him alone in the bathroom, because he could drown himself. The water was running into the tub. He stripped the clothes off his body and left them in a pile. She shook her head at his stark nakedness and the utter lack of comprehension of being naked in front of a girl. He was too busy picking out, which yellow toy duck he wanted to take into the bath today. He stepped into tub. She got a big yellow sponge. She drizzled shower gel onto it and started the work of lathering the big boy up. He was too focused on playing with his duck to pay attention to her. He'd dip the head of the duck forward, so that it was under water. When the duck head snapped back over water, he'd giggle excited at the feat. When she had lathered the big back and followed the long legs, she contemplated his private part for a bit. She hadn't planned on washing it. That would have been gross. However, she kept inspecting the size of it and the big mushroom head with the black pee hole. The head tried to float up. So, it pointed up. It was just so big. She was curious what it felt like. Nobody would be able to tell what she did. The retard was too incoherent to say much. So, she reached into the water, touched it carefully with her finger tips, and then pulled down the foreskin to expose the head. The retard was too engaged tipping his duck over. She pulled the foreskin up and down slowly. She wondered what it would feel like swollen and erect. It was interesting to examine a penis without the rush of a boy in her bedroom. She studiously moved it around, secretly hoping that she would feel it swell up. Robbie's Sitter - Daphne Finally, she discarded it not wanting to trigger the retard by playing with it too much she rinsed the soap of his body. When she was nearly done, the retard hit the duck to push it under water. Sheets of water flung high. Water splashed everywhere. Her skirt was wet, soaked actually down to her panties. She huffed a few times. Though, she knew that she could not be mad with the man-boy, who did not understand what he had done. "Get up, you klutz!" "Baaaph tam oooooveer?" "Yes" and the giant man child rose up in front of her in his naked glory. His chest was in front of her nose. The chest was two big puffy fat pillows, because he lacked the mental capacity for skilled and focused exercise. He put his open hand with fat, splayed fingers flat on his face. In an effort to move his hair back, he had started in the middle of his face with the stroke over his forehead, back over his scalp, and down the back of his head. He only managed to flatten part of the hair, while thin fins of hair stood up like a punk's hair style. With both her palms facing up, she lifted the white towel. She pressed the towel against his body and started circling. He was huge. She felt as if she were drying the family car. He stood languidly in pool of suds around his ankles. She had to throw her whole body into buffing him dry. Her arms moved vigorously. Her body shook and counterbalanced. She had to bend to work her way down his naked body. She had to lean clothes with her delicate, makeup laden face to reach her arms around him to get his back. When his dick was the last wet part of his body, she put her hands together and rotated them swiftly. If the towel weren't in between her hands and his dick, she could have stacked both her hands around his dick in fists and the head would still easily point out of her double fist. Robbie started singing. "Raaa, raaa, raaa yaaaa baaaaaat, geeeeetnly daaawn the streeeeeammm." With the back of her hand, she had to cover the giant smirk on her lips. "I have to tell my friend about this jukebox of a man. Make him happy rubbing his dick, and he starts singing nursery rhymes. What a douche!" She made him dress and sent him out of the bathroom. With levity in her mood, she slapped him on the butt in the loose, gray sweat pants. "There you go, baaaah friend!" She giggled in a high voice. Robbie was happy and trotted out of the bathroom like a poodle lifting his legs left and right. Now, she was left with her dripping wet skirt that clung to her hips. She looked at the water darkened fabric. She squeezed her small delicate hands with neat green nail polish around a handful of her plaid skirt. Drops easily dropped onto the floor. She pulled the skirt down and then the black lace panties. She stood bottom naked in the foreign bathroom. Robbie was still sing-songing outside of the bathroom. Having an idea, she grabbed the big, red blow drier from the wall hook. With a flip of the button, the big thing with round fan housing and long, flat nozzle started whining loudly and blowing furiously. The coil in the back almost immediately turned red. "Now, that's what I'm talking about!" With one hand, she held her skirt in the air. The other hand directed the blow drier and send the skirt fluttering almost horizontally in the air. The left-right motion to equally distribute the heating power was almost calming. She could smell the cotton in the air. It was actually working. She was a genius. When she snuggled the skirt over her hips, it was still a little wet, yet cozily warm. It actually felt a little tighter, a little more snug. Perhaps that made it more sexy. Her black panties were a little tricky. The fabric had clumped together into a black line. The clump was barely larger than her hand. She had to get her hand away from the airstream to avoid burning her skin. And then there was only half of the black, damp Polyamide and Elastene getting heated. She tried to switch her hand to the other end. Oh, that burned. Those panties were hot. So, she pinched them delicately with her index finger and thumb. The smell should have roused her earlier, if she hadn't been so focused. The acrid smell of burning plastic nauseated her. She quickly switched of the blow drier. She cautiously dipped her finger tip on the panties for barely a second. A long string of black clung to her finger as she pulled it away. The black string overextended, thinned into nothing and softly drifted to the ground like the string of a spider web. She had melted her panties into a clump of plastic! How embarrassing! She quickly opened the window wide to get fresh air in. The panties had melted into a small clump that she flushed down the toilet. The evidence was gone. She felt stark naked under the short skirt. Everything would be alright. It was time for Robbie to go to bed. She'd watch some TV. The pastor couple would be tired, when they'd come home. She'd quickly leave. And her bedroom would be the safe zone. She pressed down the bathroom door handle and took a measured inhale. With an effort to sound sweet, she called out, "Robbie-dear, it's bed time." The hunk of a man galloped up the stairs like a pony. The sweat pants were loose on him. His upper body pulled hard on the railing. The railing shook. Despite the fat globs instead of hard muscle, he was big and strong. He went into his room on his own. He pulled down his sweatpants. He slipped off his socks. With his tongue sticking out of the mouth to indicate great focus, he folded everything together on a chair. There was a mobile above his bed, a type of kinetic sculpture. A single string came down the ceiling. A wooden stick balanced on it. On one side was a little Winnie the Pooh bear figure. On the other side was another string and another stick. Attached there was a honey comb. The sculpture had all the icons of the childhood story. The barely moving air was enough to make the wooden sticks spin around the strings. "Naaaa, wee haaave seeeeksss." "Come again." "Youu aaaare maaa gaahfriend." Being so close to being done with the chore, Daphne was a in a good mood. She smiled knowingly. "Come sit down, next to me." She patted the bed next to her. The dumb giant gladly sat down. The mattress indented deeply and made her butt shift toward him. "Now Robbie, have you seen E.T.? That's the movie with the extraterrestrial and the kid with the bicycle." "Raaaabbeee, laaaf Eeee.Teeeee." He had a raging retard boner. Daphne stole a glance down just to roll her eyes and ignore it. It was not only long, it was really big, fat and wide. "When E.T. has sex, he puts his index finger up like this. Now put your index finger against it. That's how aliens have sex." She made big mouth movements, failing to cover up that she was lying out of her teeth. With her index finger poised at her eye level, she eagerly anticipated Robbie falling into her trap. Her eyes so wide open that they were big and round. She could barely contain herself that she'd full that man twelve years older than her tender eighteen years. "Naaaah. Thaaaats nooot how sekss goooes." With that, he grabbed her body, threw her back on the bed, and pinned her down. Her arms tried to push him away. However, he was heavy and strong like a wall. She couldn't even feel her muscles. She was helpless like a beetle on its back. Her arms stuck overhead. The heavy weight of the easily 200 pounds man child pushed heavily on her. She sunk deeply into the old mattress. She felt like submerging into the depth of the ocean with the mattress cradling her on the sides. Having a short skirt, no panties, and a mad man with a boner on top of her was definitely a bad situation. Without skipping a beat, Robbie rammed his giant cock up and hit the wrong entrance. Her tender, virgin asshole was puckered tight. With all its might, the muscle contracted to keep the right things in and the wrong things out. Yet, it didn't matter. The giant man-boy on top of her that could easily bench press 200 pounds, probably rammed with the force of 200 lbs into her asshole. All she could feel was the gleaming pain. Bright light shot across the inside of her closed eye lids. Strangely, she felt like in a gothic church with the high ceiling and the table heavily laden with white candles. Gazing into the candles, the lit up so bright that her retina got burned by the blinding power of a fusion-nuclear reaction. Her breathing had stopped. Her heart seemed to have stopped. The anal sphincter muscle felt torn. The skin was dry, rough, and pulled hard. The inside of her anal cavity was stretched and made her feel overfilled. The uncircumcised dick head had hit against the fecal matter in her rectum, where it had come to a stop -- yet not before being several inches deep inside of her. Driven by the adrenaline, time had slowed down. The whole thing had only taken a scant second. His dick was outside ago, leaving the imprint and echo of debilitating pain in her ass and the shock in all the bones of her body. The rager boner descended again. With microsecond reaction time due to the adrenaline pumping, she moved her hips to catch his thrusting dick with her pussy -- anything but get that monster anywhere near her asshole again. The big cock rushed in all the way to where their pubic mounds hit against each other only thinly bumpered by the skin there. His curly pubic hair titillated her clitoris. She was full of adrenaline. Everything was super vivid. The feel of the big man meat inside of her stretching her out, the way that her hips subconsciously twisted up to guide the penis inside of her, and the feeling of her uterus pressing against the dick head. It had only been the second number two. His dick was already fully outside of her. Unlike an intelligent man that always stays a little bit inside, he withdrew completely. She was left with feeling that terrifying voice of not feeling his penis, not knowing where it would poke down again -- anything, anywhere but not near her asshole again. He was a little off to the right. She caught his dick again with her pussy - the rush of the hard flesh inside of her. This time, the man meat went in smoother, because the first rush had coated the length of his shaft with the juices that had been deep inside of her. Her body again subconsciously reacted to the sex like an animal to tilt her hips for her own pleasure. There was this hot and cold feeling: Terror on the outside and incredible yum on the inside. With each thrust, each second, it was catch-and-yum. She was single mindedly focused on catching that dick and reveling in the pleasure that followed. Her arms curved around his shoulders to pull her closer. She needed leverage to sometimes, extremely swiftly raise her hips high or low depending on where his scattershot penis would dart down again. Her face was deeply buried in his pudgy, soft chest muscles. She had to actively embrace him and pull herself into him to have something stable to push from to get her pussy into the right spot. And she felt the bones, the frame of his body. He was a man. He had a proud large cock. In this savage moment, the retard mask had fallen from his face. And she had connected with his actual body, which was that of a tall, strong man. If you didn't look into his dumb face and only felt his body, he was very masculine. She surrendered to being taken by the retard, completely out of control. Occasionally, her eyes went past his shoulder. She could see the mobile sculpture for a child on the ceiling. She could see the reflection of car beams that chased across the ceiling. Tilting her head to the left, she could see the children books and the cuddle bear. Surrendered to being fucked, the yum part of her yum-and-catch pussy action became stronger. The adrenaline started wearing off after minutes. A horny, seductive fire crackled inside of her womb. Her mouth softly parted as she panted out the soft moans of only caring about chasing the orgasm that was building in her thighs. The skin curled in her thighs. Goose bumps chased down the inside of her thighs, down her calves, all the way to her tootsie-teetsie toes, where they couldn't go any farther and became terribly overwhelming. "Fuck me, fuck me," she cried softly in his ear with a lot of moisture in her breath. The jizz shot out of his penis deep inside of her. Just as big as the man child was were his globs of cum pulsing inside of her. Driven by the rising sun of her orgasm, she pushed her belly boobs against his naked skin. He was large like a lumberjack from the wild Canadian North. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around his penis, squeezing it, holding it in. Her uterus dipped down on his penis tip to suck up as much sperm as it could. Robbie rolled over, went to sleep, left her body utterly free and unimaginably confused. When the pastor couple arrived home, Daphne was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table watching late night TV. With the remote in her hand, she turned around and blurted out: "Robbie raped me." The pastor's wife's face exasperated like the Evard Munch's painting "The Scream." Then the tall lanky woman stormed toward the couch, pulling Daphne by her hair to stand up. The pastor stood frozen, still outside the house, staring straight at the scene. "You don't get my Robbie in trouble like all the other baby sitters," screamed the pastor's wife with her voice shaking, making the flabby skin in around her throat shake like the fur of a dog shakes, when it rolls its body after coming out of the lake. "What?" exasperated Daphne unable to believe that the pastor's wife cared more about her son then the rape. The fist of the pastor's wife wailed down on Daphne's side of her body. She rose her hands in defense and pushed hard against the pastor's wife's chest. Not wanting to topple back, the pastor's wife reached forward, grabbed Daphne's top and pulled the top and bra down, making her right boob pop out. Robbie had come halfway down the stairs. He was stomping his feet in a little victory dance. It looked more like a baby that had pooped into its diapers and was waving its legs to signal it. His fists were overly pinched together like a retard. He punched them alternately into the air. "Gaaaaaa fight!" he yelped with glee. --------------- This story was inspired by a story of the same title by Phallux. His story simply has such a titillating theme that it needed to be explored again. I recommend reading his version. It's available on literotica as well. Robbie's Sitter - Daphne Daphne led him upstairs. In front of him, out of view, she gave each of her own nipples a few light squeezes, relishing the warm pulse between her thighs each time she did. She felt his jizz on her body, cooling in the open air and still had the taste of his seed on her tongue. 7. Babysitter unleashed The warm, rushing water made the bath a foaming joy within minutes. Robbie undressed as Daphne watched, sitting on the edge of the tub, always looking toward his crotch, expectant. Down to his boxers, Robbie pulled them down, quickly, and stepped in front of the young blonde and then up and over the tub's edge, his member swinging to and fro. Daphne's thoughts turned lascivious. I want to make that cock come again, all over my face this time and down my throat. Robbie was sitting, nearly buried, in the hot bubbles no more than five seconds, before he gestured to the other side of the tub, "Gafend?" Daphne, horny as ever, made a little show of undoing her skirt, letting it fall, and then turning around to slowly pull down her white, thong panties. She peered around to see what effect this was having on her new "boyfriend' and smiled, seeing Robbie wide-eyed, jaw open, stroking the tall pipe hiding somewhere in those bubbles. Her pussy was trimmed into a thin line, Mohawk-like, with longer tufts of fur on either side of her little pink opening. She knew he was drinking this all in, and more importantly, that his cock was rock-hard again. She stepped into the bath and sat in the bubbles. Her long legs went up on the sides of the tub, on either side of Robbie, teasing him with a view down her slender limbs toward a bubbly center. His wanking stopped for a moment, along with his breath, as he watched her wash herself, clearing the bubbles from her breasts and torso. Seeing her pink nipples and exposed belly button, Robbie began jerking again, more vigorously. Daphne smiled at him, a devious, playful look in her eyes, and started massaging her breasts. Flinging her golden locks of hair back, she closed her eyes as she gently squeezed both her nipples, making them hard and long in front of him. Robbie was nearly panting at this point, his face turning red. The color drained from his face, however, when Daphne drew her legs inward, and touched his cock with her toes. His wanking hand, released his rod, and Daphne toyed his large cock head, stimulating it to grow bigger and bigger. Then she used both her feet to stroke his shaft, hot and bulging with veins. She got up to speed quickly, using her fit physique to really grip his manhood firmly, even with suds all over. Robbie leaned back and shut his eyes, a bit of saliva dribbling down one corner of his open mouth. Now I want it in my hands, thought the blonde babysitter. Daphne sat up and reached forward into the bubbles with her right hand. Robbie made a nervous whining sound and tried to flinch away from her. Sensing his confusion, Daphne put a finger to her lips and shushed him, speaking softly, "It's okay, Robbie, I'm your girlfriend, right?" "Riiight" was his reply, calming down now. "Let me show you what true girlfriends do with their boyfriends." Daphne reached once more into the bubbles and this time found her prize. She grabbed his stiff man-root just under the head and relished the raw heat from his throbbing, swollen cock. Using her thumb, she rubbed it across the head, briefly parting his little hole, secretly hoping to feel slick wetness, but not in this tub of bubbles. Wasting no time, the young blonde repositioned herself, and knelt in front of him, using her hands to remove the bubbles from around his crotch. Eyes locked onto that huge thing, Daphne surprised herself, even, by leaning forward and opening her mouth over the big, enlarged, head, washing it with her tongue. Her soft, pink lips, closed around the head and she sucked, moving her mouth down a bit on his shaft, and then back up to his head, always applying pressure with her tongue – a trick learned over the course of her young, sexual life. His cock was way too big to go all the way down on, but she tried anyhow, wanting to feel it go all the way back into her mouth. She got about five inches in and gagged a bit as his huge head began to go down her throat. Not quitting yet, she willed her throat to relax, and took two more inches of his shaft between her lips. The head, so deep down her throat now, caused her to gag violently, so that she had to pull it out of her mouth quickly, leaving gobs of saliva that made strings between her tiny lips and his mammoth penis head. Mascara ran down her cheeks with tears from the gagging. "You're too big, Robbie", stated the nude babysitter between throat clearings. "But I love it." Robbie had an anxious look on his face, clearly uncomfortable with his new girlfriend's gagging. He confused her tears with sadness, and asked, "Ah yuu ahhwiight?" Daphne giggled, easing the tension, and wiped her lips, provocatively. "Did that feel good?" Robbie nodded, eyes open wide, color returning to his face. Without another word, Daphne dove again, forcing the huge head deep down her throat until the gagging was unbearable, and then sucked all the way back up to his head, culminating in a licking of his little slit. Her beautiful, golden locks of hair cascaded down onto Robbie's lower abdomen and thighs, loving the feel of her soft, silky hair against his skin. She gripped the base of his shaft with both of her small hands and jerked up and down, following the path of her squeezing lips, and got into a rhythm. Robbie shut his eyes and began moaning with pleasure. He never felt anything like this in his life, I bet, thought our young strumpet, sucking and gagging relentlessly on his huge, overheated head and shaft. Her saliva was dripping from her mouth, making a loud sucking sound, echoing off the tiled walls. Her hands became slick with it, helping to lube his shaft so she could go faster, and grip it tighter, wanting him to come, to spray his seed, to taste his seed. Robbie started panting and moving his shoulders left and right. His hips pushed up to meet Daphne's next gagging throat thrust, and the young dick sucker knew that her slow-witted charge was about to explode at any moment. She gripped even tighter and sucked his cock in so deeply, that her whole upper body convulsed as his slippery head tickled deep inside her throat. She held it there, tears running down her cheeks, mascara making little black blotches in the soapy bubbles below. With his cock all the way in her mouth, the head deeply gorged down her throat, he finally came. Her hands felt it first when the veins at his base pulsed. Hot sperm exploded out of his huge head in a warm, gushing gob deep down her throat ,forcing a burning swallow. Daphne backed the head out of her throat, gasping for air, saliva running down her chin, as another shot of hot seed popped out. With several inches still tightly stuffed in her mouth, his burning spooge plastered the roof of her mouth, and deeper, forcing another strained swallow. Pulling it all the way out, Daphne spit out a mouth full of runny sputum mixed with sticky come. "On my face…on my face!" shouted the blonde babysitter, exultant. His next blast did just that, and sent a string of white sticky goo upwards, seemingly in slow motion, followed by another and another. The girl's hands never stopped milking the seed from his huge shaft, as gobs of come came to rest on her young face, like the icing on hot-cross buns. Daphne felt the piping-hot come hit her in the face and hair. She opened her mouth and caught a couple more shots in her mouth, greedily swallowing his sperm. Desiring to be smothered in it, she moved her face around, getting absolutely doused as she did so. His pulsing cock waned. She kept trying to milk his cock for more, but no luck as it began to go flaccid in her clutches. The blonde took him into her mouth once more, loving the taste of his warm come oozing out of the end of his penis as the last of his seed was expended. She kept on sucking until the sticky-salty taste was no more. Experimenting, the young girl sucked his partially-limp cock deeply into her mouth and back down her throat, no gagging this time. Satisfied from feeling a bit more of his come leak down her throat, she pulled her head off his snake, leaving trails of saliva which she wiped away. Basking in a mask of Robbie's sperm, she sat back in the tub, stretched her legs back out onto the sides of the tub, and tilted her head back, smiling. Using two fingers, she cleaned a gob of spooge off one of her cheeks and fed it onto her outstretched tongue, licking them clean. With her other hand, she reached down and rubbed her swollen clit, under the water. Robbie awoke from his post-coming stupor and watched his new, favorite girl friend rub herself between her opened legs. Spittle leaked down one corner of his mouth as his jaw opened, he being utterly fascinated. He watched, not saying a word, being very quiet, as his lovely, blonde girlfriend briskly rubbed herself with one hand, while scooping gobs of his "lover's seed", (his Mom told him it was called this), into her mouth, her tongue licking every last gob off. Daphne suddenly put her come-feeding hand down, to support herself. Her head tilted forward, eyes scrunched tightly, her face bore an expression of strain underneath the glistening, sticky goop. Her rubbing hand moved briskly now, audibly splashing the water in the area around her crotch. Robbie could just make out a pink area, matching the color of her lips, and her titties, in between her blurred hand movements. The young blonde gasped, "Yes…yes…", and then gave a series of high-pitched squeeks as her pussy came all over her hand, both now lifted out of the water, her hips high in the air. Robbie felt another stirring in his loins, watching Daphne show him her girl parts, and then come much like he just did. Her hips slammed down into the water only to rise again, as she rubbed around and around her little pussy. She spread her legs wide open, making her pussy lips open wide, and Robbie got his first clear view of a girl's vagina, and even saw a dark, little hole, which made him curious. Daphne opened her eyes, ungluing them with ecstatic willpower, and saw Robbie staring at her pussy. A carnal impulse drove her to reach underneath her uplifted ass, and shove her middle finger right inside her sloppy-wet pussy hole, feeding a burning need for penetration while being watched by this half-wit. Feeling triumphant, the young blonde sitter pulled her finger out of herself, reached out to Robbies open mouth, and stuck it inside. Instinct made him close his mouth on her finger, and suck off the salty-sweet secrection coating it. Now he's tasted his first pussy, thought Daphne, lowering her hips and closing her eyes to relax in the warm glow of post-orgasm. Robbie, the taste of Daphne's girl parts fresh on his tongue, watched her hips relax and drop back into the sudsy water. She put her finger in her hole one more time, twirling it around a bit, and then stuck it in her own mouth, leaving it there, lingering, as her tongue did its own tasting. "Gahfend", Robbie murmured, smiling to himself, and then sank back with his eyes closed, too sleepy to keep watching. With this, our story ends, for now. -Phallux, 17th December, 2007