Babied 1

By Mentor Propodal ([email protected])

(mf mc)

October 2008

Baby Oil

Harris jiggled the little bottle of clear oily liquid. He glanced at Parker skeptically.

“Makes ‘em like babies, eh? Who wants a girl like a baby? I like tits and wet pussy!”

“Doesn’t change their bodies, nitwit, just their inhibitions and motor skills. Usually, they can barely talk and have to crawl around on the floor. Their pussys and boobs work fine, though, and boy, are they hedonists!”

“Well, what about me. I don’t want to get ‘babied’!” Harris handled the little vial more carefully.

“Alcohol!” quipped Parker. “Just one sip of wine or beer, and you’re completely immune for hours. Of course, you shouldn’t let your ‘subject’ have any! Ruins the effect!”

Harris wondered again where Parker got this kind of stuff. Anyway, he’d always delivered exactly what he claimed. “Fifty dollars, eh? How much do you give ‘em?”

“Well, it depends on how long you want them ‘babied’. If you put one drop on your finger and paint a line two inches long, that lasts about an hour: fifteen minutes to start, a half hour of baby behavior, and fifteen minutes of returning to normal. Take the same drop and paint a line four inches long, you get two hours. A longer line makes a longer effect.”

Harris dropped the vial into his pocket and passed five tens to his friend.

“Remember to write up your results! You know how much I love to hear them!” Parker said as he turned to walk home.

Homework

Harris sipped from a glass of Mom’s white wine. Since he’d started junior college, he’d started liking beer, but there was none in the house. Wine still tasted nasty, but he remembered Parker’s instructions. Mom and Dad had left in a hurry for their opera, and she hadn’t had time to finish half of her glass of wine.

Kelly Thornton sat in the dining room thumbing through the chemistry book. Harris had hired the graduate tutor to “help” him with his studies. He watched her from the kitchen. She was a small, skinny young woman with large serious brown eyes and long lustrous dark brown hair. Kelly was a scholarship student and worked as a tutor for spending money. She wore tattered cut-off shorts and a faded T-shirt; a worn sandal dangled from one restless, delicate foot. Harris picked up two cans of Coke and placed a drop of the ‘baby oil’ on the tip of his right index finger.

“Thanks, Harris!” she smiled, taking the can. He put his on the table and pushed a pencil off onto the floor.

“Damn!” he said as he knelt next to her pretty legs on the floor. He looked up at her as he stroked her calf, smiling. “Nice legs, Kelly!” Five inches of the oily drug was painted on the back of her leg.

Kelly good-naturedly pulled her leg away. “Come on, Harris. We’ve got work to do, and anyway, I’m too old for you!”

Harris sat down next to his tutor. She began explaining covalent bonding in a quiet, sure voice, stopping to ask him questions and answering those he had. Harris had always been a good student, and loved chemistry. He tried to act the part of a failing freshman, but the hint of her nipples, the smell of her close body, and her lovely pouty lips kept him distracted. He glanced at the wall clock. Only five minutes since he gave her the oil.

Kelly was no prude. She just didn’t fool around with students she was tutoring. She needed the money, and didn’t want to feel like a prostitute. She liked that Harris had stroked her, wondered if he was into feet. But she knew she would never find out. Anyway, she was living with her long-time boyfriend, Rick. He wasn’t as attentive as he used to be, but she could still get him to bone her when she really needed it. She was in her fertile period now, and knew her pussy was needy. She’d suck Rick into the mood to root her when she got home. She shivered with anticipation, clenching her pussy and squirting a wet spot in her panties. She rubbed her bare foot on the carpet.

Kelly looked at Harris. He is pretty cute, she thought. He was barefoot, wearing loose track shorts and a T-shirt. When he walked to the kitchen, she had admired his cute buns, and noticed that he wasn’t wearing under shorts. Probably dreams that I’d do him, she mused to herself. They always do.

After a while, Harris could tell that Kelly was slipping into a drugged state. At first, she could no longer say long words. Then she started drifting away from the subject. “What kind of clock is that?” she asked, pointing at the wall.

“Let’s take a break. We could go sit by the pool,” he suggested.

“Yeah, I think we should!” Kelly said happily. She stood up and followed him barefoot onto the deck seating herself on the large outdoor couch with her legs stretched between them. Harris grasped her left foot and fondled it, gently rubbing her toes.

“You really have pretty feet,” he smiled at her. “I’ve always thought nice feet were sexy!”

Kelly snorted with lust as the boy stroked her sensitive feet. She usually didn’t let guys touch her feet, because they were so sensitive and erogenous. Her horny pussy was clenching and juicing as fingers separated toes and played between them. She just couldn’t seem to tell him to stop, or even pull her feet away. It was so good and so exciting. She stared at her student in disbelief. The lump in his shorts told her that he was getting excited too. She spread her legs to tease him. The thin strap of denim from her cutoffs showed her panties on both sides. She smelled the musk that was drooling into her panties. Kelly knew she wasn’t going to wait for Rick. She needed this boy to bone her. And soon!

Sliding over to him, she stretched across his lap on her stomach.

“Rub my back!” she commanded, smiling up at him.

Harris began with both hands, stroking her thinly-muscled shoulders and working slowly down to her waist. It felt good to touch her, even through the shirt. He delighted in the smooth firmness underneath it. No straps either! He smelled her scent, and his dick hardened.

“Lower!” she said softly. She sounded like a little girl! Harris looked around at her face, and she smiled up at him. “I like it on my bottom, too!”

Harris kept his left hand on her back, and began exploring her lovely ass with his right hand. He started with her shapely hips, but was soon drawn to the mysteries of her cleft. He dragged a finger from the beginning of her crack slowly toward her pussy. Kelly moaned and opened her legs.

“Oh, that feels good!” she chirped. “Let me take these off!” She rolled over on Harris’ lap and unbuttoned and pulled down her shorts. A deft kick sent them to the deck. Her panties were modestly cut light blue cotton. A dark spot over her pussy betrayed her arousal.

“Do you like me, Harris?” she asked earnestly, smiling as he inspected her.

“I sure do, Kelly. I think you’re beautiful and sexy! Wanna take off your shirt, too?”

“I will if you’ll take off yours!” she giggled. He pulled off his T-shirt and watched the woman slip out of hers, tossing it onto her shorts. Her breasts were lovely, apple-sized mounds with large, dark nipples.

Kelly straddled his lap, wearing only her panties. “Do you want to kiss me?” she implored.

Harris bent his head and kissed her lightly on her sexy lips. She pressed for another kiss, and began tonguing him fervently. He reached up her side and cupped a breast. Her nipple was erect and swollen, and her modest breast felt wonderful. The girl-woman moaned in his mouth and sucked more vigorously as he squeezed and pinched.

A small part of Kelly’s mind was amazed at her behavior. This young guy was punching her buttons big time. She was unabashedly seducing him, driving straight for the fucking that she needed so badly. She couldn’t believe how good he felt, and tasted, and smelled! She panted and sweated with lust, almost peeing herself when he stroked her sensitive nipples. She sucked his face feverishly, needing him to keep going. Her weak reservations quickly dissipated as a new wave of hot lust swept through her little body.

She spread her legs and unselfconsciously began to masturbate while they kissed. Her hand brushed against his hard cock, and she broke their kiss to tease him. “Oh, Harris! Is that for me?” she giggled.

“Wanna see it?” he offered.

“Yeah! I just love a hard dick!” She climbed off his lap and watched as he stood and stripped off his shorts. Absentmindedly, she dropped her panties to the floor. His dick throbbed as he stared at her furry pussy glistening in the lamplight. It was the first woman’s pussy he’d seen except in pictures. Kelly’s bush was thick and beautiful, neatly trimmed to a v-shape. Her thick, wet lips poked out from the bottom of the vee.

Kelly was staring at his hardon. “Oh, that’s lovely, Harris,” she cooed. “Want me to suck on it?”

“You really want to?” he asked, smiling at her as she stared at the hard organ and frigged herself slowly.

“Yes, please!” she chirped. She cupped his scrotum and leaned over to lick his dickhead. She had always used fellatio to get her dates to fuck her, and she thought it was better if they came once before. She loved long, hard fuckings and using her talented mouth to get them.

Harris held Kelly’s head as she began to bob on his cock. He couldn’t believe this! Here was this beautiful graduate student sucking him off! Staring at her trim body, he knew he’d be unloading soon. She gave the best blowjob he’d ever had, hot and wet and deep! He moaned as her wet finger found his anus and she slipped it in to probe him from the inside. That did it! Holding her fully impaled, Harris blasted thick come down her throat, spurting to the stroke of her long finger.

Kelly whimpered happily as the boy gave her his seed. She came when he did, stroking her clit as she poked his hard prostate. When he seized her head as he climaxed, she suppressed a weak gag, tears overflowing her eyes from the effort. He held her firmly on his dick, oblivious of her stuffed nose and need to breath. The woman began to push on his legs, trying to get away and beginning to panic. Finally, he relaxed his grip and she sobbed as she panted fresh air, slumping to the deck.

When Harris looked down, Kelly was crying pitifully, curled up on the floor. He knelt beside her.

“What’s wrong, Kelly?” he said, brushing her hair from her face.

“You held me too hard. You scared me! I couldn’t breath!” she sobbed, sounding like a bratty little girl instead of a mature, sexy woman. Harris guessed she was working with the brains of a six-year-old. Oddly, her crying turned him on, and he began to harden. He stroked her bare ass and thigh.

“Come on, let’s lay down up here on the couch,” he coaxed.

“Will you kiss me some more?” she wheedled.

“I sure will. I’ll kiss you everywhere!” Harris promised, helping her up and onto the wide cushion. She lay back stretching her arms up for him, and he slipped between her legs and hugged her into a kiss. Her sniffles subsided as he kissed and licked her neck. He felt her hand on his hard cock, rubbing it on her wet pussy. She had the brain of a child, but her pussy was eager to fuck. She tilted her pelvis and captured him with a practiced thrust. Instinct drove him to thrust back, impaling her fully.

They both began the rutting motion when Kelly began to giggle.

“What’s wrong?” Harris panted, pausing as she continued to beat against him.

“Nothing!” she giggled. “It just feels sooooo good! Fuck me! Fuck me really hard! Fuck me forever!” She wiggled herself against him, trying to crush her clit between them.

Her giggles subsided to happy whimpers as Harris plowed harder. She raised her legs, spreading to let him get deeper, grunting as he began punching her drooling cervix making her come repeatedly. The strong tube of her vagina began clutching at his cock as she got off, and he shot his load helplessly into her, instinctively holding her womb against his spurting organ.

Harris rolled off next to Kelly on the wide cushion, staring at the dusky sky, exhausted. After a while, he turned to look at her as she sobbed pitifully. She was casually fingering her open sex, her face distorted by her childish crying. Her body was coated with a thin sheen of sweat and she was shaking with her sobs.

“You OK?” he asked, rubbing her belly. She shook her head “no” and turned away from him. He reached over and took her in his arms, nestling his limp cock into the crevice of her ass. She sniffed and wiped her eyes as he fondled her left breast gently. Soon she was calm and he realized she’d fallen asleep by her quiet snoring. He dozed off lying next to her.

***

“Harris, wake up!” Kelly said, shaking him. “It’s almost midnight!”

She had dressed, washed her face and fixed her hair. He sat up, suddenly feeling shy about his nakedness. She watched with amusement as he pulled on his shorts and shirt.

“Listen,” she said, sitting in a chair across from him, “I don’t know why I did that with you, but it was really nice! I just hope you won’t tell your friends about it. It’s just that sometimes, I get, like, really horny. I guess I just lost control.” She beamed a smile at him. “I hope you liked it as much as I did!”

Harris was delighted. She thought it was her fault! He wiped his face, smelling her pussy on his hand. He wanted her to do this again!

“Hey, Kelly! It was fabulous! We should do it lots more! I’ve never, ever had a blowjob like that, and you are a wonderful lover!” He reached over to rub her knee, but she looked embarrassed.

“I don’t know, Harris. It was good, but I am much older than you. You need to find a girl your age. Besides, I have a really nice boyfriend. I’d hate to hurt him.” She looked at him hopefully, then stood and picked up her purse. “I think this better be a one off kind of thing.” She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek, then turned to leave. “Let’s just let it be our secret, OK?”

“Oh, I had some of your folk’s white wine,” she said as she walked toward the door. “Hope they won’t miss it! Bye, Harris!”

And she was gone.

The wine explained her rapid recovery. Harris rubbed his well-used cock through his shorts and wished he’d stayed awake long enough for another time with her.

He lay in his bed planning his next “experiment” with Parker’s new wonder drug.

Author’s Note: Feedback is appreciated. Email me if you have ideas about another “Babied” story!