babysitting … nympho

It was a cold Sunday night that night, around 7:30 pm in January, and Jay walked down

his street to his neighbors’ house in a pair of jeans and t-shirt with his sweatshirt

zipped all the way up and his hood on. He was supposed to babysit his daughter

Ashley for the night while he went to Washington to take care of some business, and

wouldn’t be back till the following afternoon.

“big screen tv, all the food I want, a nice place to sleep.” He thought as he watched the

steam coming out of his mouth, “This is more of a privilege than a job.”

He got to the house, and Ashley came to the door instead. Jay felt a little weird getting

attracted to this slightly brown eleven-year-old, but he couldn’t blame himself. She was

very mature for her age. She had back-length black hair, deep brown eyes, was just

about as tall as he was, being about 5’5”, with a nice body devoid of fat from playing

softball, and a very mature rack for her age, almost coming to a C-cup. She smiled at

him as he looked taken aback by her beauty standing in the doorway in a semi-see-

through white nightgown. He could clearly see her underwear through the nightie,

sporting a skimpy pair of green underwear and a light matching bra. He couldn’t

understand why she dressed so lightly on such a cold night, and he noticed how cold

she must have been when he saw two small bumps rising from her bra, her hard little

nipples making their mark against it. He barely suppressed a “wow” as she invited

him in with an almost seductive smile. Had she noticed him ogling her beautiful body?

he pushed the thought from his head as her father greeted him quickly, and in a hurry.

“Hey, Jay, how ya doin?” he didn’t wait for Jay to answer, as he pulled on his

coat. “anyway, unfortunately the heater’s broken, but the blanket in my room is very

warm so if you get cold, you know what to do. Ashley, do what Jay says, I’ll be back

tomorrow afternoon. Give me a call if you have any questions, and I gotta run. Be

good.” He yelled as he drove away a little faster than he thought he should have.


“Sooo…” said Ashley from behind him, he didn’t turn around, as he felt her hands on

his shoulders, and immediately jumped on top of him, wrapping her legs around his

stomach and her arms around his neck, “give me a ride to the living room!” he grabbed

her legs to support her weight from falling down, though feeling a little too forward as

he felt her pert little tits squished on his back through her nighty, and he even thought

he felt her squeeze harder with her legs, pressing her warm little covered snatch just

above where his buttcrack was. He quickly ran her over to the couch to end the

moment of awkwardness, as he was starting to get strangely aroused by her

openness.


She dropped down on the couch and stretched her body out wide, closing her eyes

and smiling as she did so, almost knowingly. She stretched her arms wide, making

the bra she was wearing squeeze her boobs tightly, and stretched her legs wide,

which speaks for itself what it implied.


he sat down on the couch on the opposite side, picked up the remote and turned on

the tv. As they both sat and watched tv, Ashley kept on trying to get comfortable,

stretching and moving around in oddly suggestive ways, like folding her arms tightly

around her chest, squeezing together and sighing, and folding her legs Indian style,

spreading her thighs wide apart, and he swore she kept looking in his direction. After

about five minutes of this, she took her arms out of the sleeves and kept them in her

nightie, keeping them close to her body, playing with the elastic on her underwear,

pulling it outward creating a hole in which Jay could have easily seen about an inch

above her tiny slit before she let it go again with a loud snap.

“Jay?” she asked him innocently

“yeah, what’s up?” he replied, wondering what she was going to ask him

“I’m really cold.” She said suggestively, scooting slightly towards him smiling. But he

wasn’t going to fall for that.

“hold on, I’ll go get that blanket from your room.” He got up and glanced back as he

walked down the hall to her room and saw her moving around in the nightie. He went

into her room, painted the pink of a sunset, and pulled the covers from her bed, slightly

disorganizing the pillows and moving the mattress that was holding the covers down.

As he turned to leave, he did a double-take. There was something coming out from

under her mattress. He put the covers down and walked back over to the bed, pulling it

out, and staring wide-eyed and shocked at what he saw: there was a Penthouse under

her bed!!! “But she’s only eleven! She’s not even old enough for this sort of thing!!” he

thought of his own room. He, too, had dirty magazines under his bed, but not just one,

nor in just one place. He threw the magazine aside, crouched down, and lifted up the

mattress. He couldn’t believe it. Hustler’s, Playboy’s, more Penthouses, and Young

Vixens, a magazine he hadn’t seen before. He sat flabbergasted at the site of this, and

grabbed the Young Vixens magazine, flipping through it. He half expected to see young

looking eighteen year olds, but he hadn’t seen any notice on the front usually saying

that “all models are eighteen years of age when photographed.” He couldn’t believe

the material in it. Girls who looked his age, younger ones who looked thirteen to fifteen,

even younger ones who looked ten to twelve, and to his astonishment, girls who

looked five to seven years old, all in very sexual poses! To his surprise as he looked at

these illegal little girls, he began to get very hard indeed. He was ashamed of himself,

and didn’t know what to do, so he shoved it back under the bed, and went to her

drawers, where he kept more of his magazines in his room. He opened one, jeans

and shorts, and closed it again. He opened another, t-shirts and sweatshirts, and

closed it again. He opened a third, smaller one and found her underwear drawer,

where every guy and girl he’d ever met (his age) kept at least some of their porn. He

lifted up a handful of assorted color panties, all cotton little girl ones, then another

handful towards the back, and was taken back to find two or three tiny little

thongs. “wow, I didn’t even know they made them this small,” he thought to himself as

he studied the green and white striped underwear. But something he saw also near

the back surprised him even more. It was a medium sized black box with a little lock on

it. He laughed to himself, finding the key to the left of it, and unlocking it, opening the

box. He gasped: several illegal young girl porno dvds and even more surprising, a

small, five inch vibrator. He picked it up and it was slightly damp. “holy shit, she used

this recently!” he picked up a dvd case with a picture of a very familiar looking light

brown eight-year-old girl naked, smiling at the camera with her legs spread and two

fingers spreading her cunt lips apart. He opened it up to find it wasn’t there. He closed

it again and put all of the sex items back in the box, closed it and locked it, and closed

the drawer again, his heart beating fast and hard, and his dick swelling painfully. “I

wonder where that dvd is?” he continued to wonder, and he looked around her room.

Almost as if to answer his question, on top of her desk was a small, color tv with a dvd

player built into it. “no way, it couldn’t be.” He said quietly. He silently closed her door

and turned on the tv, pushing the mute button on it before pressing play and sitting, his

hard-on still raging, on her bedside. A list of options came up on the screen: play,

scene selection, special features, little girls of the world, interviews. He got curious,

selected “interviews” and pressed okay.


Another familiar face came on the screen. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Ashley’s father,

about three years younger looking than he currently was.


“We started doing this together about three years ago,” he began, smiling down at

someone offcamera, “when she saw me masturbating in my room at night after having

a bad dream, and became very curious. She was very forward about it all, asking very

good questions about everything, and showing she wasn’t afraid to be…” he

laughed, “very… ‘hands-on’ about what I was teaching her.” He laughed again, joined

this time by the laughter of a young girl, though still unidentifiable. “she learned very

quickly, and tried everything I taught her, and she did what I said and was very quiet

about it, until one day it slipped out to one of her teachers in a one-on-one talk. She

told me right after school and I thought I was going to jail, but then she told me that he

was very interested if I had made any video recordings of her… special teachings” he

smiled again, “and that’s how we got this started.” The camera finally zoomed out to

reveal the other person who was with him, and Jay’s jaw dropped. A naked, eight-year-

old girl, the very same one who was sitting in the living room waiting for him to bring

her blanket.

Jay felt precum starting to leak from his pulsing cock, and suddenly heard her yell from

the living room.

“Jay! Are you getting the covers?? Hurry, I’m really cold!!” he heard her giggle as he

frantically pressed the power button, calling back to her, his voice breaking as he did

so.

“ye-yeah! I’m comin, gi- gimme a few sex! I-I-I mean seconds!!” he frantically corrected

himself, and he heard her giggle a little more maturely this time, almost soothingly. He

had to get his mind of it, but he just couldn’t. She was banging her own dad and

selling it on video!!! He knew it was illegal, and completely wrong, but in spite of

himself he was very turned on by it deep down. He came walking back into the living

room holding the covers, looking at her very differently now. She still had her arms in

her nightie, but for some reason he could not see the outline of her bra or panties.

“about time,” she joked, “come here and give it to me” she said, seductively

“Wh-What??