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The Babysitter's Secret

By: Wannabe Chick



Note: I just want to thank everyone for the kind responses I've received for my most recent story, "The Sisters' Secret". I was truly touched by how much I've been missed. Don't worry, I will continue that series and the Tina series and, yes, Mom's series as well. Thanks for your patience and support.

Synopsis: Peter is a loving husband and father and a pillar of the local community. Jenny is the girl next door - his best friend's daughter and the girl who babysits his children. He's always known she had a crush on him but there's a lot more about this teenager he doesn't know . . .

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The story that I am about to tell you took place on a day that started out very ordinary, but would end up as the least ordinary day of my life. Until that particular Winter day, I thought I knew who I was. I was Peter Fuller -- respected educator, devoted husband, loving father. I had never cheated on my wife, I had never lied to a friend, and I had certainly never slept with a girl that young before. All of that changed within a matter of hours. But you know what? I wouldn't change what happened for the world.

Years ago, I moved to the small town of Emberton, Rhode Island to take a job teaching biology and psychology at Emberton High School. I was twenty-seven years old at the time. My wife Shawna had recently given birth to our twin children, Nathan and Johanna, and I thought the job would at least provide a stable source of income. Little did I realize how much I would enjoy teaching. It really became my calling and, for the last eight years, it had been the single greatest joy in my life besides my family.

We had been in Emberton for some years when I first met Jenny Rove. She was the daughter of an old friend of mine from high school named Mike Rove with whom I'd lost touch over the years. Mike and his family had moved to South Haven, the town that bordered Emberton. He had seen my name in the paper and gotten in touch. Our old friendship had been rekindled and now we were closer than we'd ever been. Mike and his wife, Cassandra, had three children. Jenny was the eldest. She was a shy, boyish-looking kid who I always suspected of having a little crush on me. 

It wasn't until later that she first babysat the twins. Shawna and I had been wanting a night out alone but we needed someone to watch the children while we were gone. None of our regular babysitters were available so Shawna suggested we call Mike and Cassandra to see if Jenny would be available to sit for us. As it turned out, Jenny had so much experience watching her own siblings that she was a natural for the job. My kids loved her and she loved them. Everything worked out so well that Jenny became our first choice every time we needed a babysitter.

I never suspected where it would one day lead.

It was a particularly threatening Thursday night in early December when I called on Jenny for the visit that would change my life forever. Shawna's mother was performing in a musical put on by a local theater group and my wife had decided to drive the two hours to watch and support her mother. The kids and I would have gone under normal circumstances but the performance was being given two hours away and the next day was a school day. I would have to be at work in the morning and the kids would have to be at school. There simply wouldn't be enough time. Shawna decided to stay overnight to avoid a late-night drive home so it would be just me and the kids.

Then I received a last-minute call inviting me to an emergency meeting of the Teachers' Union to discuss a possible strike. Despite the forbidding skies, I couldn't just refuse such an important meeting. I couldn't leave the kids alone, either. I called Mike and told him the situation.

"Do you think Jenny could come and watch the kids for a few hours?" I asked. "I know it's a school night but I'm really in a bind."

"I'm not sure . . ." he said hesitantly.

"Please, Mike," I pleaded. "I don't have any other option."

"Alright," he said after another moment. "Let me go ask her."

I waited nervously. A minute or two later, someone returned to the phone. It wasn't Mike, though. It was my favorite babysitter. "Hey, Mr. Fuller!" Jenny said in her bubbly voice.

"Hey kiddo," I replied. "So what's the final report?"

"My dad is just getting his boots on and then he's gonna bring me over," she explained.

"That's great, Jenny," I said. "Thanks so much. You're really helping me out."

"No problem! Oh wait, here he comes. See you in a few!"

"OK! Bye!"

I hung up the phone, then told the kids what was happening tonight. They were both thrilled that Jenny was coming over and could barely contain their excitement. Twenty minutes later, the doorbell rang and I opened the door to find Jenny on the steps outside my house. Her adorable, cherubic face was haloed by copper red hair and freckles dotted her cheeks and nose. Her green eyes seemed to dance.

I invited her inside and took her coat. Jenny was wearing a sky blue angora sweater and a tight pair of blue jeans, both of which seemed form-fitting to her lithe body. Although Jenny had been boyish when she was younger, she was downright sexy now. I tried not to think about it, but I couldn't help but notice how her breasts had grown from non-existent to a medium C cup in just a few short years. Her face had become more pretty and feminine. Her hips now had a lady-like curve. Her butt had formed into a round, heart shape that I couldn't help but stare at as she walked into the living room to greet the kids.

"Hey there, you little munchkins!" she cried. The twins threw their arms around her and Jenny hugged them tightly. She then launched into an immediate tickle attack that saw Nathan and Johanna rolling on their backs, laughing madly. I had to smile.

"I'm going now, Jenny," I told her.

"OK, Mr. Fuller!" she called. "Drive safe!"

"Thanks, Jenny," I replied. "Remember, if anything happens, call 9-1-1. Or if it's not an emergency, just call me or your dad."

"I will. Bye bye!" 

"Bye, Jenny. Bye guys."

"Bye, Daddy!" the twins called back in unison.

I cast one last, lingering gaze at Jenny. I was amazed at how she had transformed from an awkward tomboy into a sexy nymphet who seemed to virtually ooze hormones. She was on her hands and knees, tickling the kids again, and my eyes fixated at her bubble butt. My cock immediately grew hard in my pants and, for a brief moment, I felt a kind of animal lust rip through my body. I suddenly wanted this eighteen year old girl more than I'd wanted any woman in my life. But the moment passed. I walked out the door, thankful for the cold, and climbed into my car to begin the drive to the meeting.

It was already snowing when I arrived at the appointed location for the meeting. By the time I left, about two hours later (we decided not to strike, if you really want to know), it was coming down pretty heavily. The roads were treacherous as I drove home. In fact, by the time I reached my street, I was slipping and sliding so badly that I decided not to risk going down the driveway because of its steep incline. Instead, I parked on the street, and gingerly walked down the front lawn to the door.

I opened the door quietly because I knew the kids were probably asleep by now and didn't want to disturb them since their room was right above the front door. I stepped inside and immediately heard strange noises coming from the living room. Curious, I walked into the hall and towards the living room door. When I peeked inside, I got the shock of a lifetime.

On the big screen television was one of the adult DVD's I kept hidden in my study/office. It was pretty standard fare -- a buff man nailing a woman with fake breasts -- and I rarely ever watched it. On the couch on the opposite side of the room, I caught Jenny with her eyes glued to the screen. With her left hand, she was fondling her breasts, which were clearly visible since she had pushed up her sweater and bra. With her right hand, she was masturbating furiously to the action on screen. That wasn't the big shock, though.

Instead of her fingers digging eagerly into her pussy, they were wrapped around a hard, pink cock that was sticking out of her panties.

Suddenly, things seemed to fit into place. I now knew why Jenny had been such a tomboy when she was younger. I now knew why the Rove family had made such an unexplained move from the other side of the country when Jenny was 12. The only thing I didn't know was what to do next. In a split second, I decided to sneak back out of the house without Jenny noticing me, and then come back inside. This time, I would make a lot of noise and take my time so that Jenny would know I was back and could cover herself up. I didn't want to humiliate her if I could avoid it. But it was already too late.

"Mr. Fuller!" Jenny shrieked. "Jenny, I'm so sorry!" I cried. "I just walked in a split second ago! I had no idea what you were doing!"

"Please don't be mad!" she replied, now sobbing. She was desperately trying to stuff her erect penis back into her jeans. Meanwhile, she was apologizing for what she was doing and pleading with me not to tell her parents. "I just found it and I didn't think you'd be home so early and . . . and . . ."

"It's OK," I told her. "I'm not mad at you."

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Fuller . . ."

"It's alright, kiddo," I said, trying to calm her. "Just relax. I won't tell your parents anything, I promise."

At last, Jenny got her dick back into her pants and pulled her sweater back down to cover her chest. Hesitantly, I walked across the room and sat down on the couch beside her. I picked up the remote and turned off the porno movie. Jenny was no longer sobbing, but tears were still running down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and her face was puffy. She wiped at her nose constantly.

"I'm not mad at you, Jenny," I told her. "There's nothing wrong with what you did."

"Did you . . ." she began. "Did you see . . . that I have . . . that I'm . . ."

"Yes," I admitted.

"This is so embarrassing," she said, sniffling.

"Don't be embarrassed," I said. "It's normal for teenagers to masturbate, I suppose."

"But most teenage girls don't have dicks!" she exclaimed.

"That's true," I said. "Do you mind if I ask why you have one?"

Jenny hesitated for a moment, then began her story:

So I sat beside Jenny on the couch and listened attentively as she told me the story of her life, how she had come into this world as a boy but quickly realized that had been meant to live as a girl all along. As she described the difficult times she endured as she came to this self-discovery, she began to cry softly, and I unconsciously put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her. She leaned against me and I couldn't avoid noticing how soft and warm her body felt.

Jenny continued with her story, recalling how she had managed to come to terms with her identity, and how her parents dealt with it. To their credit, both of them were extremely understanding and concerned for their soon-to-be daughter. Neither hesitated in making the decision to move to a new town so that she could begin a new life as a girl without anyone knowing her past.

"You're an amazing person," I told her with sincerity. "I can't imagine the kind of courage it took to change your life like that."

"I knew I'd die if I tried to pretend I was a boy at heart any longer," she said, sniffling away the last of her earlier crying. "This was who I was meant to be."

"I hope you don't mind me saying this," I said, "but I never would have suspected you were anything but a gen- . . . what was the word?"

"Genetic girl."

"Right. I never would have suspected you were anything but a genetic girl in a million years. You honestly look like any other girl. No, not just any other girl. You're even more beautiful and more sexy than most girls who were born that way."

"Thanks, that's really sweet," she said as she turned her face up towards mine. Her whole face seemed lit up by the compliment. "I think you're really sexy, too."

"Jenny . . ."

"I know you're married and you have kids and stuff, but sometimes I wish you didn't so that you and I could be together." I was speechless and unable to respond. "Do you ever think about me that way? I mean, what it would be like to be with me?"

"Yes," I finally admitted. "I do sometimes."

Jenny closed her eyes and lifted her face closer to mine. I knew I should push her away, tell her no, take her home and forget all of this had ever happened. But feeling this nubile teenager so close to me, knowing how badly she wanted me, I was powerless to do anything except close my eyes and lower my face to meet hers. Our lips met in a tender kiss.

Jenny pulled her face away from mine and her eyes flitted open. I smiled at her and she blushed. Then she reached a hand towards my face and gently stroked my cheek. Her hand descended down my chest and torso until there was no question in my mind about where it was going to end up. Her hand came to rest right on the bulging mass inside my pants, already rock hard from the feel of Jenny's body and the kiss we had shared.

She began rubbing me through the fabric of my pants until my cock, which I thought couldn't possibly get harder, felt like it was about to burst through the zipper. I groaned slightly and Jenny laughed softly. She was a born tease, I thought.

Well, she wasn't the only one who could tease.

I stretched my arm out over Jenny's and let my fingers rest on her crotch. Like mine, her erection was straining mightily against the denim of her jeans. It was a strange thing to be touching another person's penis, I think now in retrospect, but at the time it seemed totally natural to do. Jenny wasn't a boy who happened to look like a girl; she was a girl who happened to have the same equipment as a boy down there -- equipment that suddenly aroused my desire like I never thought it could.

For a while, Jenny and I rubbed each other in silence. Neither of us wanted to speak, it seemed, for fear of breaking the atmosphere. At last, I knew we would have to take a step further or else stop entirely and I was not prepared to finish this yet.

With one hand, I popped the button on Jenny's jeans and unzipped her fly. My fingers slid under the elastic waistband over her pants and the reddish-gold pubic hair felt soft and silky against my skin. My hand continued its expedition until I found her swollen cock. At my first touch, Jenny's entire body began to tremble and a moan escaped her lips. I wrapped my fingers around her shaft and began to stroke her gently. Meanwhile, Jenny's hand had found its way into my underwear as well. At the touch of her supple fingers, I closed my eyes and allowed the sensation to overwhelm me.

Again, it seems like a strange thing in retrospect, but at the time I did not suffer any earth-shaking notions of: "I can't believe this, I'm jerking someone else off!" or "I can't believe I'm doing this with a eighteen year old!" It just seemed to fit together so perfectly.

However, it soon reached that point once again where we had to stop or take a step further. This time, it was Jenny who took the giant leap for the two of us. She pulled my hand out of her pants and rose gracefully to her feet.

She turned to face me, smiling mischievously, then in one smooth motion pulled her sweater off over her head. She was now topless except for a black bra. She reached behind her back, unclasped the bra, and allowed it to fall away, revealing the most perfectly pair of breasts I had ever seen in my life. They were lovely, round b-cups with pink nipples the size of a half-dollar in the center. 

She leaned over, grabbed the waist of my pants, and yanked them down to my ankles. I compliantly lifted my feet so she could pull my pants and boxer shorts off entirely. Then Jenny knelt down between my legs and pushed my knees apart.

At first, I thought she was going to give me a blowjob right then but, like I said, Jenny was a natural tease. She wanted to warm me up a bit more first. She leaned forward and blew warm breath on the tip of my cock, causing it to twitch erratically. Then she took a hold of my dick once again and began to slowly stroke me up and down. She did it so deliberately that it almost felt painful. I wanted so bad to shoot my load but I couldn't at this slow pace.

Jenny leaned forward, placing her chest against my crotch, so that my shaft was directly in between her breasts. She rubbed herself up and down against my dick, pushing her breasts together on either side of it. This again she did with deliberate care and slowness.

Finally, after an unknown amount of this exquisite agony, Jenny lowered her mouth towards my cock. She opened her delicate lips wide and took the head inside. Her lips sealed around it, then began to gently massage the flesh as her head bobbed ever so slightly up and down. She worked for a while just on the head, sucking it and wetting it with her saliva until her spit was running down my shaft. She paused to lick it up by running her tongue from the base of my shaft to the very tip, where my precum would form a tiny, translucent line between my dick and her tongue.

Jenny increased her pace. Soon, she was sucking harder and faster, taking more of my cock into her mouth each time her head bobbed down. I thought she might have trouble with all of my eight and a half inches, but Jenny sucked cock like a pro. She gobbled it voraciously while stroking the lower part of my shaft with one hand and fondling her own left breasts with the other.

"I'm going to cum," I whispered raggedly. I could barely breathe.

Jenny didn't remove her mouth from my cock, as I thought she might, but instead looked me dead in the eye. Our gazes locked and held fast while she continues to suck and stroke me for the final few seconds. At last, I erupted. Jenny continued to beat furiously with her hand as I pumped shot after shot of semen into her mouth. Jenny guzzled it all down without any show of disgust or distaste at all. In fact, she seemed to become hungrier and hungrier for it with each dose I gave her. By the end, she was sucking futilely at the head of my cock, trying to coax more from me.

Finally, I began to go limp. Jenny pulled her face away from my crotch and wiped a tiny spot of her cum off the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you for letting me do that," she said.

"Thank me?" I replied incredulously. "Honey, that was the greatest blowjob I've ever received. I should be thanking you!"

"It wasn't the best," she said, blushing and looking away.

"It was," I replied. "You're amazing. I get the feeling you've done this before . . ."

"No," she said plainly.

"Really? How did you get so good?"

"I spent a lot of time imagining what it would be like to suck you off," she told me. "Plus I have one myself so I know what feels best."

"That must be it," I said with a laugh.

"It's getting really late," Jenny said. "I wish I could stay longer but my parents will be expecting me home soon."

"Wow, you're right," I said. "We'd better get dressed and get you home."

I stood up and helped Jenny to her feet. I picked up my boxer shorts and pulled them over my legs, then picked up my pants and pulled them on as well. As I searched for my socks, I watched Jenny as she dressed. She buttoned her jeans first, then found her bra and sweater. Rather than put the bra on, she stuffed it into her pocket, and pulled the sweater over her head. She pulled her hair back, tugging it out of the shirt collar, and let it fall over her shoulders.

Once Jenny and I were both fully dressed and ready to go, we made our way towards the door. I stepped outside and was immediately hit in the face with a blast of cold, snowy air. One look into the night told me what the conditions on the roads would be like. It was suicidal for me to take Jenny home tonight. She would have to stay over.


The Babysitter's Secret



"Oh darn," she said with a very sardonic tone. I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "You and me. All night. The kids are asleep. Your wife is gone. I'm hornier than I've ever been in my life. I think this is an answer to my prayers."

"We don't have to do anything else if you . . ." I began.

"Yes, we do!" she exclaimed, laughing. "I'll call my Dad."

Jenny skipped away to the kitchen to call her house. A few moments later, she asked me to come in, and handed me the telephone. I was nervous speaking to her father, fearing that Mike somehow psychically knew what I had just done with his daughter, but he was very understanding of the situation. He agreed that it was complete reckless to drive and was very grateful of my offer to let Jenny sleep "on the pull-out couch."

When I was done, I handed the phone back to Jenny. She said goodnight to her father, then to her mother, and then hung the phone up on the receiver. As soon as it was down, she squealed with excitement, and threw her arms around my neck. We kissed again, but more passionately and intensely than before. Already, my cock was hard again.

"We just have to keep it down," I said. "We can't wake the twins."

"Those two can sleep through a fire alarm," Jenny pointed out as she kissed my face and neck.

"Good point," I remarked, "now let's go upstairs."

I scooped Jenny up and held her in my arms. She laughed and kicked her feet excitedly as I carried her out of the kitchen. Up the stairs I carried her into the room that I had shared for years with my wife and was now about to share with a transsexual teenager. I have to admit that there was some guilt about my infidelity, but I could not stop now, even if I wanted to.

I placed Jenny on the bed, then climbed on top of her. I spread hungry kisses all over her face, then on her neck, and of course on her delectable lips. Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, clinging tightly to me. My right hand founds its way to her breast and began to massage the tender flesh through her sweater. To my surprise, Jenny pushed my hand away and drew her face from mine.

"What's the matter?" I said, suddenly frightened and disappointed.

"Go into the bathroom for a minute," she told me as she slid out from under me.

"Why?" I asked.

"Trust me," she said with a smile that let me know our fun was far from over. "Go."

Doing as I was told, I climbed off the bed and walked into the master bathroom which was attached to the master bedroom. I shut the door and waited patiently for Jenny to do whatever it was she wanted to do. I heard movement from inside the room but resisted the urge to put my ear to the door. I knew Jenny wanted to surprise me.

A minute or two later, Jenny beckoned me back into the room. I opened the door and stepped into the bedroom to see my eighteen year old babysitter lying on her side, elbow cocked, head resting in her hand as she faced me. She was dressed in a black babydoll with black fur trim and a matching pair of g-string panties. The material was transparent so that I could see her nipples through the top and, through the panties, her small cock as it strained against the fabric.

"Holy God . . ." I breathed.

"I always wanted to wear something like this for you," she told me.

"But where did you get it?" I asked.

"It's your wife's," she explained. "I saw it when I came up here one time to borrow a sweater. I think she must have been saving it for a special occasion."

"Well, this is a very special occasion."

"It sure is. Now don't keep me waiting."

I jumped on top of her and at once we were passionately kissing. She put her arms around my neck, pulling my face closer to hers, kissing me with a ferocity brought on by teenage lust. I was actually a little surprised since, back when I was younger, girls her age weren't nearly so into sex. Maybe it was the change in the social climate but more likely it was simply that Jenny might be a teenage girl, but she had the sex drive of a teenage boy and that's a force that's nearly impossible to resist.

I kissed Jenny's freckled face, then worked my way down to her neck and throat. I planted hot kisses all over the tender flesh before proceeding down to her collarbone. I kissed the bare skin of her shoulders, breathing in the clean, pure scent of her skin. Before long, my hands were on her breasts, and my mouth was on her nipple. It was poking through the flimsy material of her lingerie and I licked and sucked the fabric eagerly.

Jenny wasn't satisfied with this so she unhooked the straps of the babydoll and pulled the garment down to expose her perky, teenage tits. I wanted no time and practically devoured the supple flesh. Her pale pink nipples were hard as tiny pebbles between my lips. All the while I nursed and teased Jenny's breasts, her hand was buried down between her legs as she rubbed the palm of her hand up and down the shaft of her little, girly cock.

Unless you've ever touched or sucked the breasts of a eighteen year old girl, you can only imagine how tender and soft they feel. True, Jenny wasn't like other teenagers, but in this attribute she was all girl. I kissed and licked every inch of Jenny's tits while she sighed and cooed her enjoyment of the experience. I remembered her fondling her breasts while she jerked herself off so I made sure to keep at least one hand on a breast at all times. Every time I pinched a nipple, Jenny's frame shivered and she sucked in breath.

"You really love having your nipples teased, don't you?" I asked.

"Mmm, yes," she replied.

"Maybe I could do a little more. Just let me know if it hurts."

I placed my lips over Jenny's left breast and kissed her pale, pink nipple lovingly. Then I parted my teeth and placed them gently around the tip, adding no pressure just yet. Jenny put a hand on the back of my head and caressed my hair. I closed my teeth just a millimeter and Jenny's body shook with delight and she dug her nails into my scalp.

I bit down again -- harder this time -- and Jenny's back arched, bringing her chest closer to my face. She yelped in a mix of pain and pleasure. I pressed my teeth into her nipple with a little more pressure and she was soon panting wildly.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"Yes," she said. "Do it harder."

Who was I to refuse? I clamped my teeth firmly around Jenny's nipple and she quickly covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a small scream. I didn't relent and Jenny didn't mind. I bit and chewed her nipple for a bit longer until Jenny's reactions seemed to be diminishing, then I moved on to the other one. The entire process began anew and Jenny loved every second of it.

After I'd tormented her nipples for a good while, I decided it was time to move on from her breasts. I was nervous, I'll admit, but Jenny had done it for me. Besides, I had come this far. It's not as if I had anything left to prove.

I kissed my way from Jenny's tit to her sternum, then down her flat tummy to her belly button. Soon only a thin layer of fabric lay between my mouth and Jenny's penis. It was clearly visible through the flimsy material and I took a moment to admire it. There was nothing intimidating about it. Even questions I felt about my own sexuality were immediately erased when I looked at the girl this dick belonged to. She was as feminine a girl as I'd ever met.

"You don't have to do anything to it if you don't want," Jenny said.

"You sound disappointed," I replied.

"I just mean that I understand if it's too gross for you."

"It's not gross at all. I think it's beautiful. Just like you. But this is so new tome."

"You don't have to."

"It's OK, honey. I want to."

I wasn't surprised at all to discover that I truly meant it. I was going to suck this girl's cock and I wanted to do it. I kissed the tip through the material of the g-string and Jenny trembled and moaned. Her cock immediately stiffened, pulling on the material. I kissed down from the tip to the bottom of her shaft and it got harder each time my lips brushed it. When I reached her nutsack, I noticed that little flaps of skin were sticking out on either side of the g-string in a way that was somehow cute and endearing.

At last, I was ready for the real thing. I hooked my finger under the g-string and pulled the material aside. Jenny's balls flopped free and her dick sprung to full attention. She held her breath, perhaps waiting to see if I would really go through with it. 

She didn't have to wait long. Without a second thought, I wrapped my lips around the head of her cock and held it in my mouth. It was warm and meaty. I touched it with my tongue and tasted salty precum. My tongue explored the underside of her cock head and found it smooth and delicious.

I opened my mouth wider and took another inch into my mouth. I could feel the blood pulsing through her small prick and imagined that her heart must be pounding as hard as mine. I looked up at Jenny and saw her watching me with the tip of her pinky finger in the corner of her mouth. Her breasts were rising and falling as she breathed heavily. I reached out and took her hand in mine.

With that, I began giving the girl her first blowjob. At first, I just tried to do it fast, like I saw women doing to guys in porno movies. After a minute, though, I realized this was stupid. Like Jenny had said earlier, I had one myself so I knew what felt best. I liked it slow and deep and I hoped Jenny would to.

I took all of Jenny's cock in my mouth. It wasn't very big, so it wasn't difficult to lower my face until my chin was against her balls and my nose in her auburn pubic hair. I closed my lips tightly around her shaft and began slowly bobbing up and down. 

Jenny's response was immediate. Her body began to writhe and twist beneath me, as if she were trying to find a more comfortable position, but couldn't. Her fingers tightened desperately around mine and I squeezed back hard to reassure her. I could only imagine the rush of emotions that was hitting her, not to mention the hormone overload. I remembered my first blowjob as a eighteen year old and thought she must be feeling a lot of the things I felt -- although the circumstances were quite different.

With my free hand, I cupped the side of Jenny's thigh, and rubbed it up and down. With Jenny's free hand, she toyed with her breasts. We soon fell into an easy and natural rhythm. Jenny moaned and sighed and gasped the entire time, although she was always careful to keep the volume low.

I wasn't keeping track of the time but I know it wasn't long before Jenny began to approach orgasm. After all, she'd been highly charged for hours now and hadn't had any chance for release. I didn't back down but sucked even harder and deeper. Jenny would thrust her hips up as I lowered my head. I took my hand from hers and cupped her ass with both hands. As Jenny thrust, I pushed her up until her cock was as deep in my throat was it could get.

"I'm going to cum," Jenny said. She was sweaty and her face flushed. I didn't reply but kept on sucking. "Are you sure you want to?" she asked, divining my intentions. I only nodded and kept sucking.

Moments later, the deluge came. Jenny gave a shuddering sigh and my mouth was suddenly filled with a creamy, gooey liquid. She sighed again and more pumped into my waiting mouth. I swallowed it down quickly but I could still feel the strange taste coating my tongue. A few more squirts followed as Jenny emptied the last of her seed into me. I drank every last sperm happily.

Jenny's body relaxed. Her cock went limp and slid out of my mouth. I crawled up to lay beside her. For a moment, Jenny just lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. Finally, she rolled over towards me, nuzzling her head against my shoulder.

"Thank you," she said. "That was unbelievable."

"It was unbelievable for me, too," I told her.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" she asked.

"Beginners' luck," I said. "I guess we both have it."

Jenny laughed at that and nuzzled closer. I put my arm around her and held her tightly against me. While I lay there, holding this sexy, teenage transsexual and with the taste of her semen still fresh in my mouth, I thought about all the other sexual experiences of my life, wondering if any could compare. The only thing that came to mind was my wedding night, when I was so rapturously in love that every physical sensation felt matched by an equally powerful emotional one.

But that thought made me feel guilty, thinking about my wife. I knew I had come back too far to turn back, even if I wanted to, so I pushed the guilt away. I would have time to hate myself tomorrow but I was going to enjoy tonight no matter what cost I would have to pay in the morning.

Jenny was quiet. She hadn't stirred or said anything in a while so I thought she might have fallen asleep. I was about to wake her up, to have her move down to the couch as I knew she eventually must, when she spoke.

"I need to feel you inside me," she said.

I swallowed. "You want me to enter you, then?" I asked.

"I need you to," she emphasized. She opened her eyes and looked at me fiercely. "I need you to make me feel like a complete woman for the first time in my life."

There was no way I could refuse. "Of course, angel."

Jenny extracted her body from mine and moved into a doggy-style position. I made a vague comment about finding some condoms but Jenny stopped me before I could complete the thought. She wanted my cock in her butt with nothing in between.

I moved to a kneeling position behind Jenny. She reached back with one hand and hooked the band of her g-string and pulled it down to mid-thigh, exposing her firm, healthy ass to me in all its loveliness. I reached out and gently caressed her cheeks with my hands. Her butt was milky white with a sprinkling of freckles across it -- absolutely beautiful.

I spit a puddle of saliva into my hand and rubbed it over my dick. I did this repeatedly until I had no more saliva left. Once I felt certain I was as well-lubricated as I was going to get, I shuffled forward on my knees, bringing myself closer.

I spread Jenny's cheeks apart. Her tiny, pink butthole looked like a glorious treasure that only I could claim. I ran my slippery wet cock up and down the crack of Jenny's ass and she breathed airily as the tip brushed against her expectant opening. It almost seemed to dilate slightly, as if opening itself to me. My cock was now rock hard and I resisted every urge to simply slam it inside her.

Instead, I pressed the tip against the hole, and gently pushed. I met with resistance and didn't penetrate at all. I tried harder and Jenny cried out in pain.

"Maybe we shouldn't," I said.

"No," she replied firmly. "Don't stop no matter what."

"OK . . ." I said dubiously.

I pushed hard again. Jenny cried out but quickly buried her face in the pillow, stifling the noises she made. I suspected that it was not so much discretion about the children hearing, but fear that I would refuse if I thought I was hurting her too much.

Finally, her butthole began to yield, and the cock slipped in. With that progress made, I pushed harder. I felt Jenny's body shake as she began to cry softly, the sound still muffled. I didn't stop, though. I kept pushing until my cock was past her sphincter. At that point, all resistance ended, and my shaft slid effortlessly deeper into her body.

When I was about six inches in, I stopped. Jenny lifted her head from the pillow and looked back at me. Her face was wet but she smiled at me. "Make a woman out of me, please, Peter," she said. I pushed my cock farther in, wondering if her small body could take all of it in. To my happy surprise, the rest entered without a problem. Once I was in up to the hilt, Jenny let out a long breath.

Now it was truly time for me to turn this sweet girl into a woman. Placing my hands on Jenny's hips, I pushed her forward gently and watched as inch by inch of my dick appeared from between her tender cheeks. Once I was about half way out, I pushed back in again. Jenny grunted but I continued without hesitation.

This became our rhythm for the first ten minutes or so. I would pull her towards me, letting my rod slide slowly into her, then I would push her away, letting it slide slowly out. I could feel the tight muscles inside Jenny's bowels loosening, which was a good thing. I couldn't begin to really fuck her until I knew she was in no danger of any serious damage.

Jenny's body movement gave me the indicator I needed that it was time to proceed faster. As I pushed, she pulled herself. As I pulled, she pushed herself. Soon, she was pulling faster than I was pushing, and pushing faster than I was pulling. Effectively, she was fucking my dick with her ass, rather than the other way around. I began increasing my pace to match her. My dick was soon moving in and out effortlessly, although it was still deliciously tight in there.

As the minutes floated by, our tempo increased to a steady, rapid pace. In and out, in and out, I pushed my cock in and pulled it out. Soon, my conscious will no longer mattered, and my body was acting of its own accord. Jenny's body too seemed to be acting without instruction.

Our perfect love-making continued for an unknown amount of time. My thighs slapped against her ass and my balls bounced against hers with each successive thrust until the room was full of the smacking sounds of our frenzied passion and the air began to stink of sweat and other smells which might have been unpleasant at other times, but not at all right now. I was at last truly slamming my cock into her ass as I had been aching to do from the beginning.

I looked up and down Jenny's body. Her babydoll had bunched around her chest so I could see the smooth, white skin of her back. I leaned forward and kissed the back of her neck without breaking my stride, so to speak. Jenny turned her head and tried to kiss me, but couldn't quite reach. I knew what had to be done.

I slowed my pace until we had both stopped, then reluctantly withdrew my cock from her asshole with a sucking noise. I took Jenny by the thighs and flipped her over on to her back with one movement. She bounced on the mattress and giggled childishly.

"I want to see your face while we make love," I told her.

"We can kiss this way too," she said.

"That's right," I said. "It will be so nice to be able to . . ."

"Less talk, more cock," she said, cutting me off.

"As Her Majesty commands," I said.

Jenny was flat on her back with her knees up. I moved into a kneeling position between her legs. Placing my hands under her knees, I lifted her butt slightly off the mattress. I leaned my weight forward to keep her in that position. I peeled off Jenny's g-string and tossed it aside. She reached down to cup her balls and hold them out of the way while I renegotiated my way back into her steaming hot bowels.

It didn't take long. Her hole was plenty loose now. My dick entered without a problem and soon we were back to our old pace. The sounds of humping filled the room once again. I admired Jenny's taut body, my eyes wandering from her breasts down to her crotch. Her two little balls were bouncing up and down each time I railed her and her cock slapping against her pubic hair.

I gazed into Jenny's beautiful eyes, then leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth. Jenny put both arms around my neck and held me there tightly. Our tongues wrestled and fought inside our mouths while my cock plunged inside her ass over and over again.

Jenny lowered her head back down to the mattress and raised myself back up. She reached down and took a hold of her wildly-flapping girlcock. She began jerking herself off almost as hard as I was fucking her. The sight of this sexy nymphet stroking her dick, and the intense look of animal lust twisting her face, made my testicles begin to churn. It wouldn't be long now.




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As I was drawing closer to my orgasm, Jenny began to pant heavily and she pulled on her dick was hard, slowly strokes. Her body stiffened, then relaxed, stiffened, then relaxed. At last, a white stream of hot semen spurted out of the tip of her cock and splashed across her belly with one glob even landing square between her tits. She continued pumping it and more came out. I couldn't believe she had so much left in her after all she'd given me to drink.

It was irrelevant to me, though. The sight of Jenny blowing her load was enough to push me past my threshold. I pounding her ass furiously, feeling my climax building. Finally, after agonizing seconds of waiting, I felt the dam burst. I jettisoned my cum into her body, as deep as my thrusting cock could go. Jenny gave a satisfied sigh as she felt the liquid oozing into her. I didn't stop until every last drop was expelled and my cock could no longer remain hard. 

Sadly, I withdrew, until Jenny and I were once again two separate beings.

Soon, Jenny and I would step into the shower to clean ourselves off before going to bed. Soon, Jenny would get dressed back in her normal clothes and head downstairs for the night, as we both knew she must . . . just in case. Soon, I would crawl into bed, alone, and wish Jenny was there with me, her little cock poking against my leg as she snuggled against me.

That would all come soon. For now, I was content just to hold her close to me. This girl, who only hours ago had been no more than a babysitter, was now my lover and I knew would be my lover for as long as she wanted to. I had known her for years but, in one night, she had changed my life.

"I love you, Peter," she said sleepily.

"I love you too, angel," I told her, and kissed her on the forehead.

I did love her. What that would mean for the two of us, for my life, for my family, I could only speculate. But now was not the time. I closed my eyes, drew in her smell, and was content.

To be continued . . .



The Babysitter's Secret Ch. 02



Synopsis: This is the second installment of my series "The Babysitter's Secret." I wish to extend my sincere gratitude to all those who wrote to me to share how much they enjoyed the story. Any time I can make one of my readers cum, I know I've done my job. In the previous episode, a husband and father of two young children named Peter began an illicit affair with the teenage babysitter named Jenny Rove - a pretty young woman who Peter discovered was actually a transsexual. As our story begins, Peter is divided by his desire for Jenny and his devotion to his wife, Shawna.

***

Two months had passed since Jenny and I had first made love on that fateful, snowy night. At least once a week, occasionally many more, Jenny and I had found time to be alone and indulge in our secret affair. I had never believed any sexual experience could be greater than our first time together but Jenny consistently proved me wrong in that belief. Her body, that of a young woman, combined with the sex drive of a young man made her the most energetic and passionate lover I had ever known. She was capable of taking me to heights of desire and satisfaction that I had hardly known existed.

Strangely, I found that having sex with Jenny made my sex life with my wife Shawna better as well. As much as I loved Shawna, and as sexy as she still was to me, the our sex life had become stale before Jenny came along. Now that I had another outlet for my raw lust, the love-making between my wife and I was sweeter and more tender than it had ever been in the past. The physical ecstasy that Jenny provided was equal to the emotional ecstasy provided by my wife.

Of course, I was torn with guilt. I loved Shawna and I had made a commitment to her to be faithful until death. We had two twin babies together who were the centers of my existence. I hated myself for betraying Shawna but I simply could not stop being with Jenny. The girl was like a drug and I always wanted more.

My two lives were about to collide.

One day, Shawna called me from work and told me that she would have to stay late and wouldn't be home until 8 o' clock that night. Being a teacher, I always got out on the early side, and it was no problem for me to pick the children up from pre-school. At the same time that I was dealing with this practical issue, my heart was beginning to pound because I knew that Shawna's absence would mean Jenny and I could be together alone while the children took their afternoon nap.

When the time came, I left work, and picked up the twins. Once I was home, I called Jenny on the phone to tell her we had the house to ourselves.

"Peter, I can't come over," she said despondently. "I'm at the mall with my friends and my dad isn't picking us up for another hour."

"Can you come after that?" I asked.

"My aunt is visiting from New York and we're all having dinner together," she explained. "I'm sorry, there's no way I can get out of it."

"I'm so disappointed," I said, then added, "but not at you, sweetie. I understand if you can't make it. I'm just disappointed in general. I've been thinking about sucking your cock all day."

"Don't get me started," Jenny said with a laugh. "I had to go jerk off in the girl's room during fifth period because I couldn't concentrate in class. I kept thinking about your dick in my butt and I was afraid my boner would show through my skirt."

"It's nice to have that effect on someone," I said.

"You definitely do," Jenny replied. "Hey, my friends are coming back over. I should go."

"OK, honey, have fun." I hung up the phone and went into the living room to play with the kids.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. I played with the kids, then put them down for their naps, and went into my office to grade some tests. Around dinner time, I made supper for the twins and myself and we ate together at the table while we waited for Shawna to return home. Around 8 o' clock, she walked in the front door. She greeted the children warmly, hugging and kissing them both, and then hugged me and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Everything seemed normal except for the strange look in her eyes.

The time came for the twins to go to bed. Once they were tucked in and the lights were out, Shawna and I watched television for a little while. She continued to seem distant and distracted. I wanted to ask what was wrong but I was concerned it might simply be my imagination.

Around 11 o' clock, my wife and I began getting ready for bed. I undressed and changed into my pajama pants. Shawna went into the bathroom and returned a minute later wearing her nightgown. I thought this was a bit odd since Shawna usually just changed in front of me. The feeling soon passed, however, because I was still very horny and the sight of my wife's large breasts bulging against the silk caused my dick to stifffen instantly. 

Once we were in bed and the lights were off, I put my arm around her and began kissing her neck. Shawna remained rigid, shakely slightly. Again, I thought it was my imagination, so I continued. At last, Shawna pushed me away. "What's wrong, baby?" I asked. Then Shawna burst into tears.

My first thought was: "Oh God, she knows" but I soon found out otherwise. Shawna hugged me and held me tighter than she'd ever held me before. She sobbed into my chest for long, long minutes while I held her and stroked her hair. I kissed her forehead and whispered to her, telling her everything was alright, until at last she calmed down. Then I asked what was wrong."

"Sweetie, I'm so sorry," she said, still weeping.

"Sorry for what?" I asked.

"Today . . . I didn't really have to work late. I went to a hotel with someone from work and . . . we had sex."

The last three words were a barely audible whisper. Now it was my turn to go rigid. Although I knew I was cheating on her, the idea of my wife with another man still turned my blood cold. I wanted to yell and scream. I wanted to ask how she could betray me like that. I wanted to demand the guy's name so I could go to his place and break several bones. But I couldn't do any of that. That would make me a true hypocrite and I owed it to Shawna, after all I had done with Jenny, to give her the benefit of the doubt.

"Why?" I asked.

"It was a sexual thing," she said. "That's all. It was just about the sex. I still love you. I love you more than I ever have."

"But our sex life has been so great lately."

"I know it has! That's not the problem. The problem isn't the sex we've been having. It's been wonderful."

"So what was the problem? What did I do to drive you into the arms of another man?"

"That's just it," she said softly. "It wasn't another man."

For a moment, I didn't understand. Then the impact of what she had said struck me. Shawna had gone off to a hotel with a female co-worker. She had cheated on me with another woman. My mind felt like a cog spinning with no chain.

"I don't understand," I said.

"When I was in college," she said, "I used to . . . you know . . . experiment with other girls. I liked it a lot but I always liked men more. Being with another woman is nice but I guess . . . well . . ." she laughed. "I guess I just like dick too much."

"When did you stop experimenting?"

"Right when we first started dating seriously," she told me. "Remember the night you asked me to move in with you? I told you that I needed a night to think about it. The next day, I hooked up with my friend April. We'd fooled around a few times before. Then that was it. I thought I just needed to get it out of my system."

"But it never really left, I'm assuming."

"No. Over the years that we've been married, I've been thinking about it more and more often. I guess it was never just a phase. Maybe I really am bisexual."

"OK, so what happened with your coworker?"

"Remember Janey? You met her at the Christmas party? Well, she and I were talking that night after we'd had a few and she confessed she was into women. For some reason, I told her I was too. She said that if I ever felt like being with one, she'd be open to it. It took a year but finally I couldn't fight it any more. I told Janey that I wanted to have sex with her and we arranged this thing."

"And what happened?"

"We had sex. But it was like before. It was unsatisfying. There was just something missing. I liked the way she looked, smelled, felt . . . but she couldn't meet all of my needs. Does that make sense?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"I'm so sorry, Peter. Please forgive me. It'll never happen again."

"I should be asking for your forgiveness," I said, after a long moment.

"For what?" she asked. "This wasn't your fault."

"Not for that," I said. "I've been unfaithful too."

In the pale light, I could see Shawna's face twist. I knew she was struggling with the same quandry that I'd been struggling with after her initial confession. She was angry and jealous and hurt but couldn't very well blame me for doing the exact same thing she had done. Shawna took a few deep, painful breaths. I knew she wasn't ready to hear the truth yet so I kept silently. Finally, she asked me who it was.

"Jenny," I told her.

"Jenny!" she shrieked. "She's just a kid!"

"She's old enough," I reminded her.

"But . . . when? How?"

"Remember the night of the blizzard when she came over to babysit and had to stay the night?"

"Oh God," Shawna whispered, choking.

"We've done it since then too," I admitted. "But it's like you said. It's a sexual thing. I love Jenny, but like a neice or something."

"A neice you have sex with?"

"OK, bad choice of words, but my feelings for her are nothing like what I feel for you. You're my soulmate. She's just a . . . playmate."

"Well, I guess we have two choices," Shawna said. "Either we can get divorced or we can agree never to cheat ever again. We'll wipe the slate clean. We've both screwed up so they kind of cancel each other out."

"There's a third choice," I said.

"What is it?"

"Honey, there's something about Jenny that you should know . . ."

***

The next day, Jenny called me after she got out of school and asked if Shawna was home. She was, but I lied and told Jenny that we could have the place to ourselves. Once the call was finished, I told Shawna that one of Jenny's friends was going to bring her over, thinking we'd be alone. This was part of the plan. While I talked to Jenny, Shawna would wait upstairs until the time was right.

Ten minutes later, a silver Taurus pulled into the driveway. Jenny got out, waved to her friend, and skipped excitedly towards the house as her friend backed the car out of and drove away. Jenny knocked on the door and I was there to answer it.

Before I could say a word, Jenny threw her arms around me and kissed me fiercely on the mouth. I could do nothing but react as my body command. I put my arms around her slender waist, holding her tighly against me, feeling the hardness in her pants against my thigh. My tongue slipped into her mouth and we sucked at each other's faces voraciously. 

Then Jenny pulled away and said, "Jesus, Peter, I'm so horny today. I haven't jerked off since yesterday afternoon and my balls feel like they're going to explode."

"Before you say another word and I'm forced to fuck you right here on the floor, there's something we need to talk about," I said.

"What is it?" she asked, concerned.

"It's Shawna. She knows."

Jenny's pale face went paler. Her mouth dropped open and she put a hand to her face to cover it. Her eyes immediately began to well up with tears. I took Jenny by the hand and guided her into the living room. We both sat down on the couch where I had first caught her, all those magical weeks ago, watching one of my porno movies with her girldick held tightly in her pumping fist.

"What's going to happen now?" Jenny asked. I knew instinctively that Jenny meant what would happen between Shawna and myself, not between myself and Jenny. The girl was the kind of unselfish, compassionate person you rarely meet. Her first thoughts were for my marriage.

"Well," I said, "as it turns out, Shawna had cheated on me too. I couldn't be mad at her for cheating since I'd done it to her and she couldn't be mad at me for cheating since she'd done it to me. I guess that's happened to couples before and it probably builds resentment, but I think we're going to recover."

"If we have to stop seeing each other, that's fine," Jenny said with a little choking noise. "I want you two to be happy. If there's anything I can do . . ."

"There is something you can do that would make a huge difference."

"What? I'll do absolutely anything!"

"Don't say that before you hear my offer."

"OK."

"Jenny . . . have you ever thought about being with another girl?"

"You mean, like, a regular girl?" she asked. "Not a girl like me?"

"A regular girl."

Jenny looked at me for a moment, then an embarassed smile lit up her face. She blushed and I knew I had my answer right there. Jenny had been a virgin when she and I were first together, I knew that, but she had fantasized about sex with boys plenty before that. Apparently, she'd fantasized about sex with girls as well. I actually wasn't all that surprised. My recent experiences had taught me that perhaps everyone is a little bisexual.

"Yeah," she said at last. "I have."

"Would you like to try it?"

"Do you mean . . . Shawna?"

"She's bisexual, Jenny. She's been with women before. The person she slept with wasn't another man. It was a woman she works with. She told me that she likes men but that she can't help but fantasizing about being with women but, when she actually does it, she finds it unsatisfying. And there's a reason for it."

"What's the reason?"

"There's something men have that women don't," I said, "and that's what Shawna likes."

"You mean . . . a penis?" Jenny asked. "Does Shawna know about me?"

"I told her," I confessed. "I know I promised to keep it a secret, but my marriage was at stake."

"That's OK," she said. "I know I can trust her."

"I think this thing is going to keep happening to Shawna. She's going to try to ignore her bisexual side but it will keep building and building until she finally breaks down. But then she'll be disappointed and frustrated by the experience and everything will happen all over again. And I know that I simply can't force myself to stop sleeping with you. It would be like cutting out piece of my heart. What Shawna and I need is someone we can share who can give us both what we need. Shawna and I are like two-thirds of a circle. We need someone to complete it."

"You mean me, don't you?"

"I mean you, Jenny Rove."

Jenny looked at me, then looked away for a minute, then looked down at her hands. It was clear she was in deep thought about the issue. After all, there's a big step between fantasizing about being with other females and suddenly finding yourself offered the chance to have sex with an older woman you've known for years and who perhaps she'd never really thought about in a sexual way before.

"I think I need to talk to Shawna first," she said.

"She's upstairs."

"You said she was gone!"

"I'm sorry, Jenny. I wasn't entirely truthful. She's waiting upstairs so that we can talk. If you don't want to do it, I'll take you home. If you want to do it, she's here and waiting."

"Ask her to come downstairs."

I rose from the couch and up the stairs. I knocked on the door of the master bedroom. Shawna opened the door, an excited and anxious look on her face. I told her what had happened and that Jenny wanted to speak to her. Shawna came downstairs with me. We walked into the living room, hand in hand, and the two women smiled nervously at one another. We sat down on the couch, one of us on either side of the girl.

"Hi Jenny," Shawna said.

"Hi," said Jenny, a bit embarassed.

"You don't need to feel uncomfortable around me, hon," Shawna said. "I'm still your friend. Nothing has changed between us."

"Except that you want to have sex with me," Jenny remarked.

"Only if that's what you want."

"I do," said Jenny quietly.

"So why don't we all go upstairs and see where it leads us," I suggested.

"I don't think so, Peter," said Shawna. "If Jenny and I are going to make love, it's going to be between the two of us."

"What about me?" I asked, whining slightly in spite of myself.

"This is a sacred moment for a young girl," Shawna explained. "Can't you tell she's nervous? I think you being there will only make it more confusing for her. If it's just the two of us, then it'll be different."

"I think she's right," Jenny told me.

I looked from my wife to my young lover and thought about it. This wasn't exactly what I had planned on. I thought that the three of us having sex together, all at the same time, was what we needed. Now Jenny and Shawna were going to have sex together without me? The same old feelings of jealousy flared up again, not to mention the fact that I was going to miss out on this experience. I didn't know what to say.

"Besides," said Jenny, seeing my inner conflict, "if we like it, you can always join us next time."

"Exactly," said Shawna, whose expression told me that she rather liked that idea.

"Well, I guess it's ladies' choice then," I said with a smile. "What do I do now?"

"Take the kids and go see a movie. Take your time," Shawna suggested. She looked at Jenny, who beamed back at her. "I have the feeling we'll be a while." 

***

Obviously, I wasn't there and so I can't describe what happened next in my own words. However, Shawna and Jenny told me every intimate detail of what happened, of how they were feeling, and what they were experiencing, so I was able to piece it together as if I had been there myself.

***

Shawna's heart pounded as she led Jenny by the hand into the master bedroom. The teenager closed the door behind her and briefly envisioned all the many times she'd explored the pleasures of her young body in this very room. Like her older friend, Jenny's heart was thundering in her chest. Shawna could sense Jenny's excitement and it stimulated her own.

Shawna invited Jenny to sit down on the bed, then she reached under the bed and removed a gift-wrapped package. She handed it to Jenny. "What's this?" the redhead asked.

"It's a gift for you," Shawna said. "Something I want you wear." She blushed, her cheeks turning a faint pink color. "I hope you won't think it's too inappropriate."

"I'm sure I won't."

Jenny unwrapped the gift and then opened the box. She looked inside at the outfit that Shawna had given her to wear. She pulled it out of the box and inspected it for a moment. Then she looked at Shawna with a devilish gleam in her eyes. She ran her tongue across her upper teeth.

"Why, Mrs. Fuller , you bad girl," she said.

"You'll look so sexy in that," Shawna replied. "I have something for myself to wear too. Something brand new."

"Mmm, I can't wait to see."

"Go into the bathroom and get changed," Shawna instructed. "I'll get changed in here."

Jenny skipped off into the bathroom to put on her new clothes. She shut the door and stood in front of the large mirror above the sink. She quickly stripped out of her dress and admired her body, clad only in black underwear. Then she undid her bra and let it fall to the floor. Next came her panties, which she eagerlt wriggled out of. 

Looking at her nubile body, rapidlt maturing from girlhood to womanhood, she felt a rush of sexual desire and her small cock stiffened. She squeezed her B cup tits together, then ran her hands down her flat stomach and rubbed her package until her dick was hard. Ready at last, she donned her new outfit and admired herself once again, delighting at the thought of the fantasies, hers and Shawna's, that she would soon fulfill.

Meanwhile, in the other room, Shawna undressed and likewise took a moment to admire her body in the full lenghth mirror which hung on the back of the door. Her breasts were large, a true D-cup, and breastfeeding two babies had not done them any harm. For a moment, she closed her eyes, and imagined Jenny's face buried in them. Soon, it would be a reality.




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She opened her underwear drawer and removed a black, silk teddy from the dresser. She stepped through the leg holes and pulled the garment up her body, reveling in the feel of the smooth fabric against her skin. She hooked the straps over her shoulders and then posed once again in front of the mirror. She looked fantastic and was dying to see Jenny's reaction.

When she was all prepared, Shawna sat down on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom door. "I'm ready, sweetie," she said. A moment later, the door slowly opened, and Jenny Rove joined her in the bedroom.

The sight of the young girl took Shawna's breath away. Jenny was dressed in a tiny, plaid mini-skirt which revealed the lowest part of the white panties she wore underneath. On top, she wore a silky, white blouse tied below her breasts, showing off her washboard stomach. Only one button was done and Shawna drank in the sight of the teenager's cleavage. Her eyes drifted back down to the girl's legs, which were covered by white stockings that ran all the way down to a pair of black Mary Jane's on her feet. She looked every inch the schoolgirl fantasy that Shawna had envisioned.

Jenny was likewise breathless when she saw her older lover wearing only a skimpy teddy as she sat on the bed, waiting patiently for her. Her breasts seemed huge to the young girl. Her figure seemed so full and adult. She could feel her cock moving against her panties. She was thrilled and scared all at the same time, but the look of love on Shawna's face was enough to put the teenager at perfect ease.

"You look like an angel," Shawna whispered.

"I feel so sexy in this," Jenny said with a little giggle. "But not as sexy as you look."

"Nothing could be sexier than you," Shawna replied. "Come sit down next to me, honey."

Shawna patted the mattress beside her and Jenny sat down. Shawna put her arm around Jenny's shoulders. Her hand rested gently on the bare strip of skin between the top of Jenny's white stocking and the hem of her plaid skirt. The lightly freckled skin felt impossibly smooth and warm.

For a long time, Jenny and Shawna simply gazed into one another's eyes, allowing themselves to connect on a level far deeper than the physical one. At last, Jenny closed her eyes. Shawna did likewise. Their lips moved in and brushed together for the briefest moment. They opened their eyes again and smiled at one another sweetly. Again, their eyes closed, and the two women kissed.

Shawna felt the same rush she had felt when she first kissed Leanna - the sublime sweetness of kissing another female, of feeling velvety soft lips against hers, and smelling fragrant perfume. To Jenny, the experience was new and amazing. She had never kissed another girl like she was kissing Shawna, but everything about doing so felt right and natural to her.

"Mmm, you're a wonderful kisser," said Shawna.

"Thank you," Jenny replied. "Your lips taste delicious."

"Feel free to taste them all you like."

The two women kissed again, this time more intensely than before. Shawna's lips pressed hard against Jenny's and the older woman breathed in deeply through her nose as her body was struck by a wave of desire. Jenny kissed Shawna with the youthful passion of a teenager. In a moment, each woman's arms were around the other, and they held and caressed one another as their tongues rolled around together in their joined mouths.

For a long time, they kissed. Shawna felt her inhibitions melt away one by one, thoroughly overcome by her desire for her young friend. Her anxiety over being with another female, her guilt over cheating on her husband, her apprehension about having sex with someone who was little more than a kid - it all vanished. Shawna wanted Jenny and her pussy ached to feel the girl inside her.

Jenny gently pushed Shawna away from her and stood up from the bed. She turned to face her new lover and unbuttoned her blouse fully. She untied the knot in the front of the blouse. Shawna's hands were on the girl's shoulders a moment later, pushing the blouse away, letting it fall to the floor. Shawna's mouth parted slightly at the sight of Jenny's lovely, adolescent breasts.

Jenny reached behind her back and unclasped the white bra she was wearing. She shrugged forward and the straps slid over her shoulders. She allowed the garment to slide slowly down her arms and finally drop to the ground at her feet. She stood there topless, her white, freckled breasts and her pale nipples explosed. Her hands caressed her body. She ran her fingers from her hips and up across her breasts, then behind her neck. She undid her pony-tail and let her hair fall free.

Shawna put her hands around Jenny's lower back and pulled the girl closer to her. She kissed the top of Jenny's breasts with a feverish hunger, then pressed the side of her face against Jenny's chest, holding her tightly for a moment, listening to the girl's heart beating.

Shawna's mouth kissed its way towards Jenny's nipple and eagerly began to suck. She girl sighed as she felt the older woman's hot, wet lips close around the tip of her right breast. She sucked on the nipple briefly, then made circles around it with her tongue, then resumed sucking once again. All the while, her hand tenderly massaged Jenny's other breast and she rolled the tip of the other nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

She began to move back and forth between nipples, sucking on one, then the other. Jenny cooed as she felt Shawna's tongue flicking against her sensitive nipples, sighed as Shawna pinched them tightly between her lips, and gasped with delight as the older woman bit each nipple playfully. Jenny looked down at Shawna, watching her savor the taste and feel of her breasts, and smiled lovingly. Shawna met Jenny's gaze and she smiled in return, their eyes now locked as Shawna continued making love to Jenny's breasts with her mouth.

Now it was Jenny's turn. She pushed Shawna on to her back on the mattress. Shawna scooted back so that she wasn't hanging off the mattress. Jenny climbed on top of the woman's body, moving with feline grace. She touched Shawna's face with the tip of her fingers and the two shared a long, luxurious kiss.

Keeping her eyes on Shawna's, Jenny moved down Shawna's body until her face was even with Shawna's ample tits. Jenny undid one strap of the teddy, then the other, and pulled the garment down to reveal them in all their glory.

Shawna sighed with pleasure as Jenny began massaging her breasts, the young girl's eyes wide with wonder at the new experience. Her fingers felt magical as she played with Shawna's sensitive nipples, teasing and pinching them between her delicate fingers, driving the married mother of two to new levels of pleasure. Jenny's small hands explored every inch of Shawna's upper body, caressing her skin with a lover's touch.

"Can I suck on them?" Jenny asked tentatively.

"You can do anything you want," Shawna replied. "My body belongs to you tonight."

"Mmm," said Jenny with a smile. "You might want to be careful what you say. Who knows what naughty things I might want to do to it?"

"The naughtier the better," Shawna said with a wink.

Jenny lowered her face towards Shawna's breasts and began sucking on each nipple in turn. The teenager had never known what it felt like to have another woman's breast in her mouth, not while she herself was an adult at least, and the old instinct of sucking on a nipple soon came to the surface.

Shawna cooed as Jenny's mouth danced across her bare breasts. Her fingernails raked gently across the girl's exposed lower back until she at last grabbed the hem of the garment and began lifting it up toward's Jenny's head. The girl removed herself from the woman's breasts long enough for Shawna to pull the blouse off over her head. Shawna took a moment to fondle Jenny's breasts through the white fabric of her bra, marveling at how firm and supple they were, before reaching behind the girl's back and unclasping it. When the bra fell away, Shawna's eyes beamed.

She didn't waste a second, but sat up on the bed, buring her face in Jenny's tender breasts. Memories of her failed sexual experiment with Michelle returned and she suddenly remembered how amazing it felt to feel another woman's breasts against her cheeks.

Jenny buried her fingers in Shawna's blonde hair as the older woman sucked ravenously at the teenager's perky tits. She held Shawna tightly against her chest as Shawna playfully nibbled on one breast and then the other. Jenny closed her eyes, breathing deeply in satisfaction.

At last, Shawna extracted her face from Jenny's bust, and moved her face close to the girl's. The two enjoyed a deep kiss. While their lips were locked, Shawna held her own breasts in either hand, and rubbed them against Jenny's. The hard, sensitive nipples of both females touched, sending electrical currents through both. Jenny sighed a sweet breath into Shawna's mouth at the sensation. She took her breasts in her hands, as Shawna was doing, and rubbed them against Shawna's in a counter-motion, creating even more delightful friction.

"I bet you never go to try this with Peter," Shawna whispered.

"Definitely not," said Jenny. "I love it."

"Me too. Your breasts are so perfect, Jenny. I could play with them for hours."

"That sounds wonderful," Jenny replied, "but there's a few more things I've never done with Peter that I'd like to try."

"Oh? What did you have in mind, sweetie?"

Jenny smiled and pushed Shawna back down to the mattress. She kissed the older woman, then followed her lips as they kissed their way down the woman's neck, over her collarbone, between her breasts, and finally reached her belly. Jenny pulled Shawna's teddy down, her lips creeping down by inches. Shawna lifted her legs and Jenny removed the lingerie entirely. Shawna lay naked underneath the tight, teenage body of her young friend.

Jenny kissed her way down to the woman's soft, well-groomed bush. She breathed in the scent of Shawna's sex and found the aroma delightful. Shawna's pussy was in front of her face now and Jenny was salivating.

"Help yourself," said Shawna. "Eat all you want."

"This is my first time," Jenny said, a bit apologetically.

"I'm sure you'll do great," Shawna replied. "There's no need to feel nervous."

Jenny stuck out her tongue and licked at Shawna's slit, causing the older woman's body to tremble with pleasure. Placing a hand on either side of Shawna's pussy, Jenny spread the lips apart to get a better look at the one female attribute she had been born without.

The teenager licked at the open vagina again, sending another shiver of pleasure through her lover. The taste was unlike Jenny had expected, but still delicious. She began licking hungrily, intoxicated by the feeling of her tongue against the smooth, sweet-tasting snatch. 

Jenny managed to work two of her fingers into Shawna's body and the reaction was immediate. Shawna began to groan. As Jenny worked the fingers in and out, fucking her lover with her hand, Shawna's groans intensified. Jenny loved knowing that she was giving Shawna such pleasure and Shawna's response made Jenny's cock strain violently against the confines of the panties she wore. Precum dripped from the end.

"Do you see that little button there?" Shawna asked, pointing down. "That's my clitoris. Try licking there."

Jenny did as she was instructed, flicking her tongue against the little, pink nub. Shawna practically shrieked in delight, momentarily startling the girl between her thighs. Jenny licked at Shawna's clit again and Shawna gave a cry which turned into a moan.

Long, wonderful minutes passed as Jenny feasted upon the glorious pussy before her. Shawna was in a state of bliss. Ever since she had been with Michelle, she had longed to feel another woman's mouth on her sex and now her wish had come true. Jenny might be new to this, Shawna thought, but she was a natural. Jenny sucked on Shawna's clit and the woman's legs closed tightly around Jenny's ears and it took a force of will to pry them apart again so the girl's head wouldn't be crushed.

As she took her time pleasuring Shawna, Jenny's dick was so hard it hurt. She reached down under her skirt and pulled the cotton panties aside, letting her penis and her testicles out. She gripped her girly cock in one hand and began to stroke it, masturbating herself as she ate out the older woman.

At last, Shawna began to cum. Jenny didn't quite realize what was happening at first but, once she realized what it was, she began to redouble her efforts. Orgasm after orgasm hit and Shawna screamed hoarsely as her climaxes erupted. Jenny didn't balk at the reaction and kept sucking and licking until Shawna finally relaxed against the mattress.

Jenny climbed up on top of Shawna and looked her deeply in the eye. The two women kissed and Shawna could taste her own juices on Jenny's tongue.

"Are you sure you've never done that before?" Shawna asked with a laugh.

"I'm sure," Jenny said. "How was that for a beginner?"

"God, you have no idea," Shawna said. "But I think I have a few more in me."

"A few more what?"

"Orgasms."

"What do you mean?"

"An orgasm for is a bit different for someone with a vagina," Shawna explained. "We can have lots of them, right after another."

"That sounds awesome!"

"It is. So let's see if maybe you can get a few more out of me. What do you say?"

"I say I'll take any excuse to eat your pussy I can get."

"Actually, I had something else in mind."

Shawna positioned herself so that she was lying on the bed with her head on the pillow. Her legs were cocked with her knees in the air. Her thighs were spread to reveal her soaking wet pussy. Jenny moved so that she was kneeling between Shawna's legs. She waited expectantly for Shawna to give her the go-ahead.

"I want you to make love to me, Jennifer," she whispered.

Jenny moved closer to Shawna. She had never done this before, and wasn't quite sure what to do, but instincts encoded into her DNA guided her. She lifted her her mini-skirt to reveal her hard cock. Sighing at the beautiful site, Shawna reached down, and stroked it until it was fully erect, which didn't take long.

"Lean your body forward and guide it inside me," Shawna instructed.

Jenny leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of Shawna's body. Then, balancing herself on one hand, she gripped her dick and guided the head towards Shawna's waiting hole. The tip touched and Shawna gasped. Jenny gasped too. She moved her hips forward and felt her shaft sliding effortlessly into Shawna's body. The older woman closed her eyes and breathed a deep, shuddering breath.

"Now just push it in, then pull it out, until you have a rhythm going," Shawna explained.

Jenny did as she was instructed, pushing her hips forward until every inch of her cock was inside Shawna. Then she slowly withdrew until the purple head was peeking out. Once she reached that point, she repeated the process anew. As Shawna had promised, the two women soon found a rhythm, both girls moving their hips in opposition directions to maximise their pleasure. At first, Jenny fucked Shawna slowly, and the time seemed to float by.

Shawna knew from the moment Jenny entered her that this was what she had been missing. She loved Jenny's pretty face, her soft hair and skin, her supple breasts, and the whole of her nubile body. But she needed this feeling of a warm, living cock inside her, filling her up, making love to her. Jenny was satisfying her in ways she had never imagined.

Jenny, meanwhile, was in awe of this new sensation. Feeling the muscles of Shawna's pussy grip her cock tightly was far more pleasure than having it sucked and infinitely more pleasurable than jerking it herself. The only other experience that made her feel this connected to another human being was to feel a hard dick deep in her bowels. Through sex, she realized, two souls could temporarily become one. That's how it was with Shawna at that moment.

The two women were locked together in a state of sexual euphoria, their bodies fully entwined. When Shawna began to move, Jenny at first thought she was doing something wrong. Instead, Shawna was just shifting positions. She moved from lying prone on her back to her hands and knees, a position Jenny was quite familiar with. When Shawna was done, Jenny entered her again, this time from behind. 

Now Jenny began fucking Shawna harder and faster than before. It wasn't a conscious decision, just something her body called out to her to do. She held on to Shawna's hips at first but soon Jenny was letting her hips and back do the work while her hands eagerly fondled Shawna's exquisite ass.

Feeling Jenny pounding her harder and harder, Shawna responded. She thrust her body backwards each time Jenny thrust forwards, doubling the pleasure for each. Shawna could feel her sexual excitement building to a crescendo and she knew it would not be long before she came.

"Are you almost there, baby?" she breathed.

"Yes," Jenny replied through clenched teeth.

"So am I, do it whenever you're ready. I want you to cum inside me."

"OK."

The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as Jenny made love to Shawna as hard as she could. She could feel her balls beginning to stir. Finally, the dam burst, and she shot a full load inside Shawna. Shawna moaned as she felt warm semen enter her. A moment later, her orgasm hit like a tidal wave. Joined as one, the two women came, each producing her own unique juices which mixed and mingled deep within Shawna.

When it was over, Jenny allowed her now limp cock to slide out of Shawna's pussy. Shawna fell on her side on the bed, panting. Jenny was unsure of what to do next until Shawna grabbed her and pulled her body close. The two girls lay on their sides, face-to-face, kissing passionately. Their tongues fought and wrestled inside their mouths and neither cared if she drooled on the other's face. 

The intensity of their kissing diminished as their bodies recovered, but not the passion for one another expressed. Hot, wet kisses before gentle, sweet ones. Neither Shawna nor Jenny had ever felt more love for another woman than at that point.

"That was unbelievable," Jenny said.

"Mmm," Shawna moaned, stroking the girl's cheek. "You were wonderful, darling."

"I never realized fucking someone could feel so good."

"You mean . . ."

Shawna propped herself up on one elbow, looking at Jenny. Jenny's hand idly caressed Shawna's breasts as the older woman scrutinized the younger woman's face.

"You mean you've never penetrated my husband?" Shawna asked.

"No," Jenny replied. "He's never asked me to and I've never really thought about it."

"Interesting," Shawna remarked.

"Now I can't decide whether I like fucking someone or being fucked more," Jenny remarked. "It felt so amazing to be inside you like that but I can't stop craving a nice big dick in me either." 

"I know the feeling!"

The two women giggled together for a moment, then their eyes locked and they went quiet. Shawna leaned in and kissed Jenny, who looked at her with mock shyness that drove Shawna wild. She kissed Jenny feverishly and rolled the girl over on her back. Shawna sat over her, looking down at the redheaded girl, massaging her teenage breasts.

"I have another surprise for you," Shawna said.

"Ooh," Jenny said. "What is it?"

"Wait right here, baby. I'll be right back."

Shawna climbed off of Jenny's body and stepped off the mattress. She disappeared into the bathroom while the teenage transsexual waited in eager anticipation. Jenny heard the sound of a drawer opening. She waited another moment as Shawna did something in the bathroom that the girl could not hear. Finally, when Jenny's lust was making her so impatient that she almost went to see what Shawna was doing, the older woman emerged from the bathroom. Jenny's eyes gleamed.




The Babysitter's Secret Ch. 02



Around Shawna's waist was a strap-on dildo like the kind Jenny had scene in porno movies. It was made of black leather straps which held the apparatus to Shawna's body. The centerpiece was a long, thick, pink rubber dildo. Shawna stopped in the doorway, letting the girl admire the toy, then reached down and began to stroke the rubber dick slowly.

"Do you like it?" Shawna asked.

"It's amazing," Jenny said, admiringly.

"Would you like me to fuck you, sweetie?" the woman asked.

Jenny could only nod. Shawna moved back towards the mattress and reached into the top drawer of the nightstand. She removed a bottle of lubricant and liberally applied the liquid to the dildo. She stroked it again, spreading the jelly equally across its surface.

Jenny turned her back to Shawna and knelt on all fours on the mattress with her shapely, firm ass presented to her older lover. Shawna stood behind Jenny and lifted up the plaid skirt that the girl still wore. With the girl's butt fully visible, Shawna sighed in delight, and slowly massaged the soft flesh. Each time she spread the cheeks apart, she got a fleeting glimpse of the pink hole that awaited her entry.

Shawna knelt down on the floor so her face was level with the girl's rear end. She spread the cheeks apart and tentatively moved her mouth closer to her anus. Shawna flicked out her tongue and let it touch the robbery opening. Jenny's body trembled. Shawna licked again and Jenny moaned. Shawna wasn't sure how much she would enjoy this, since she had never done it before, but she found the taste of Jenny's tight butt hole to be exhilirating. She began licking up and down Jenny's crack, spreading her saliva all along the opening. She worked her tongue into the hole, wriggling it around, until Jenny's entire form was shaking.

Once the hole felt loose enough, Shawna rose to her feet again. She put the tip of the rubber cock against the girl's ass and began slowly pushing it inside. Jenny sucked in a breath, gasping at the familiar, beautiful pain she felt whenever Peter made love to her. She instinctively relaxed the muscles in her ass to allow the dildo inside her. Shawna continued applying pressure until the head passed the sphincter and then the rest of it slid in effortlessly.

Shawna moved her hips forward until there wasn't a centimeter of space between her thighs and Jenny's smooth, white ass cheeks. Looking down, she could see the base of the shaft as the rest of it disappeared inside the girl's crack.

Putting her hands on Jenny's waist, Shawna began to fuck the teenager. The dildo slid in and out of the girl's bowels, slowly first, and then more rapidly. Shawna had been quietly afraid of hurting the girl but Jenny's reaction soon showed how much she truly enjoyed the feeling of a dick inside her ass. Shawna began pumping her harder and faster, causing the girl to moan loudly and shamelessly like an animal.

Jenny could feel an electricity coursing through her entire body. She could feel the cock pressing against her prostate and her cock stiffened almost to a painful degree. She reached down and grabbed her cock and began to jerk it furiously. Within seconds, a gout of semen erupted from her balls, spilling all over the sheets. Jenny then moved forward, letting the cock slide out of her ass, and turned to face Shawna.

"I just came again," she said, smiling.

"Mmm, I'm so happy to hear that," said Shawna. "Have you had enough for now?"

"Not yet," she said, smiling. "Sit on the bed."

Shawna climbed on to the bed and sat with her back against the headboard. Jenny crawled towards her and threw a pale, freckled leg over Shawna's body. She was now straddling the older woman, facing her. Jenny lifted her body up and reached behind her with one hand to grab the pink dildo. She aimed it at her now wide hole and slowly lowered herself on to the fake cock, letting it slide effortlessly back into her.

Jenny bounced up and down on Shawna's dildo, her all natural cock bouncing along with her, slapping against her flat belly and then down against her ball sack. Shawna watched the cowgirl ride her in rapt enjoyment. She reached up and squeezed the girl's nipples tightly between her fingers. Jenny groaned and continued fucking the dildo with her ass, harder and harder.

Shawna watched Jenny's face as it contorted with pleasure and pain as the two spent a long, luxurious time fucking. When Jenny began slamming her ass harder and harder, Shawna knew the girl was close to cumming again. Jenny reached down behind herself, between Shawna's legs, and found the woman's pussy. She began fingering it skillfully as she continued to fuck herself. Shawna felt her orgasm approaching swiftly.

Then it happened. Without even touching herself, Jenny had brought herself to orgasm once again. A stream of cum launched itself from the tip of her cock and splattered across Shawna's large tits. A second stream followed, then a third. Shawna was amazed that this kid could have so much cum inside her even after all the orgasms she'd had already. But Shawna didn't have time to think about it. Within seconds following Jenny's climax, Shawna's hit, and the woman screamed in pleasure as orgasm after orgasm rocked her body.

When it was all over, Jenny slumped over on top of Shawna, laying across her. Shawna brushed the hair from the girl's face and kissed her forehead as the teenager panted heavily, fighting to regain her breath. Shawna put her arms around Jenny and held her gently while the girl recovered. When Jenny caught her breath, the two women kissed for a long, long time, their previous raw passion now given over to sweet, sensual affection and closeness.

"Thank you so much, Shawna," said Jenny. "That was so wonderful."

"I was just glad to make you happy," said Shawna.

"You did . . . so what now?"

"I think we need to rest a bit before we do anything else, sweetie."

"That's not what I meant", Jenny said with a laugh. "I mean, what about you and me and Peter?"

Shawna thought long and hard before replying: "I can't blame Peter for being unfaithful to me with you. Now that I've experienced it, I know I never would have been able to resist you, either. But let's face it, he and I can't go back to a normal relationship. We'll both secretly be wanting you all the time."

"So what should I do?" Jenny asked, a little concerned.

"I think that you should consider yourself welcome in our home and in our bed whenever you want."

"Really?" Jenny asked, beaming.

"Of course, honey," said Shawna, smiling at the girl. "Peter and I both love you very much. We want to share that love with you as often as possible."

"Oh, I love you too!" Jenny said, kissing Shawna happily. "I love you both!"

To be continued . . .