****** Babysitting, Part III by Alter Ego ******
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Babysitting, Part III


It was my pleasure to baby-sit my neighbors the Reeses and Barclay their dog.
It was the kids I got paid for, but it was Barclay that made it a pleasure.

I had been playing with Barclay for about two years now and often loved to lay
on my back in the chair, hike up my panties and slide Barclay's big penis in-
between the moist crotch of my panties - wet from my masturbation - and slide
him along my mounds. There had been several tense moments over the last year
where in my excitement Barclay had almost slid into me! I was not ready for
this yet, though my curiosity almost had me willing to take that step. I had
started positioning him so that at least part of his ejaculation squirted
inside me.

A couple times I had even masturbated him while I held the tip just outside my
pussy. When he came, he shot as much of his juices as I could collect inside
me. Of course, much of the precum dripped down my legs and over my labials. To
me, this was heaven. However, I would later learn this was just the beginning.

Tonight, I laid back in the chair and hiked my dress and panties. Barclay slid
lovingly along my mounds and soaked my panties. However, tonight I pushed him
off and leaned my head under his tummy. With my tongue, I licked the tip of his
shaft. Then, I opened my mouth and slid my lips around him as if sucking on a
big lollipop. It was wonderful! As I tasted him and licked and sucked this new
found treat, he began to hump my mouth. It took some time for me to get in sync
with him and not take a beating. I sucked and sucked as his juices flowed. I
loved sliding my lips and tongue over him. The texture and warmth were erotic
beyond description. I held onto his hind thighs as I took him deep into my
mouth. Sucking and licking up every drop of his juices.

As he got close to cumming, I wrapped my mouth firmly around him. He came,
somewhat choking me but I was not going to lose a drop. I wanted Barclay to
feel my lips tightly around him. I gulped and gulped wanting to have every drop
and make Barclay happy. It was my first time and definitely would not be my
last!

I loved these games as I loved my panties being moist and a new interest in the
nicer lingerie that was now beginning to fit me. With this interest came
another game. I loved to put some of Barclay's cum on my nipples and then put
on my bra. As the stickiness dried or was absorbed in the material, my nipples
rubbed this area as if slightly glued - as my breasts slid against the cups of
the bra. This acted as if a pair of fingers were always rolling my nipples
between them. Sometimes my nipples would get hard as erasures! And in turn, my
clit begged to be rubbed.

I also learned how I could cross my legs even in the middle of math class and
squeeze my thighs together. There were times when I had slacks or jeans on and
was sitting in the back of the room that I slid my hand into my lap and
carefully rubbed my clit to orgasm.

I was getting to a point that soon I would have no hesitation about wanting to
take Barclay as my first lover! I could trust Barclay and not have to worry
about pregnancy. Oh, I began to think about Barclay and whether to let him
mount me like a true dog or lie under him on my back and watch him penetrate
me!

It was a good thing I kept extra panties and tampons in my locker. I could not
believe how horny I seemed to be almost all the time. I even found an errant
touch in the locker room by another girl electrifying one day. She was reaching
around me to borrow something from my locker and lost her balance. She ended up
leaning against me and naturally, her hands found my breasts as she tried to
keep from falling. Her hands sliding over my breast and catching on my nipples
sent a shudder through me. For some reason, I found it exciting and not
disgusting. I also began to enjoy more the hugs between friends. With some
girls, I began to have more body contact. Not that anyone objected, but our
hugs seemed to be getting closer. Our legs seemed to almost always find
themselves where a thigh would brush firmly against you. A hand would seemingly
not get out of the way of a breast in time as we reached around each other. Or,
a hand would rub across a breast as the other girl turned. These were many
subtleties that I began to notice, and enjoy, though at times I think some
girls were oblivious to what they were doing. Hmmmm, or they were very coy.

But Barclay was 'my man' and I knew I would soon be his bitch. It did not
bother me to think like that. I knew I liked this and it was not hurting
anyone. We both were finding great pleasure in our romps.