My all-around reputation was as a 'goody-goody' girl.
“Laura Ann, you're the sweetest little angel we know,” more than one set of parents told me. “We never thought we'd find such a responsible teenage girl, one we'd let watch our precious children.”
Or something like that. 'Responsible' was the key word.
At least, that's what everybody thought. It was the big reason I was so popular in that particular occupation. I'd been a babysitter for well over twenty families.
Parents knew me, trusted me, and always hired me.
In reality, I was a little bisexual slut, putting out since I was a horny 9-year-old. And even at that young age, I was so attuned to the needs of my overly-sensitive clitoris that I'd do pretty much anything to satisfy myself.
Secretly, of course.
I'd been on birth control since I turned 12.
I'd also been enthusiastically fucked by many of the fathers. Including my own. He and my uncle taught me a game they called 'hide the pickle' when I made it obvious I was more than willing-I'd often flash both of them in my shorty summer robe whenever my mother wasn't home.
To this day, she still had no idea I was doing them both.
I'd also done mutual oral sex with at least five of the good-looking 30-something mothers, two of them usually at the same time. They'd had that secret little next-door lesbian thing going on, and they'd eagerly invited me into it one afternoon.
“Laura Ann, we need to show you something,” one of them said to me, nervously, to which I'd smiled brightly. “In the bedroom.”
The drapes were all closed, her husband and kids weren't home, and she was in a gauzy see-through wrap with a push-up bra, a garter belt and nylons in the middle of the day. I could also see the other mom through the half-open bedroom doorway, naked from the waist down on the bed and pleasuring herself with a big plug-in massager pressed against her cunt.
I realized something good was going on.
“We'll pay you double the regular babysitter rate, but it's a big secret. So you have to promise you'll never tell…”
“I promise,” I said, biting at my lower lip.
“You can just watch, if you want,” she added, seeing where my pale blue eyes were looking. “It's up to you.”
“No,” I shook my head. “I want to do it, too.”
I was an innocent-looking little 12-year-old at the time, but somehow they knew I'd already developed an insatiable taste for pussy. I'd then shown them they weren't wrong, even licking into their hot assholes once we all got going.
Fun, fun, fun.
As for my babysitting, starting three years earlier, I'd used it as an opportunity for sexual adventures, teaching the children I watched everything they wanted to know about sex but were afraid to ask.
Or didn't even know to ask.
“I'm sorry I peed in your mouth,” one little 7-year-old boy said to me, almost in tears at his offense. “It felt too good to stop.”
“It wasn't pee, Alan,” I told him, my fingers gently holding his stiff little cock. “It's called cum. I wanted you to squirt it into my mouth.”
“Oh. Okay.”
It was around 10:00 p.m. and I'd earlier put his younger sister and older brother to bed, sneaking Alan back out into the family room when it was obvious the other two had fallen asleep.
I'd taken his pajamas down, both of us on the couch, and I'd sucked his skinny little dick for a very long time. A young boy's first ejaculation was a lengthy process, but both of us loved every second of it. At his age, there was no actual sperm in his cum but that just meant it tasted a lot better.
And was mostly clear instead of white.
“So it felt too good to stop?” I asked, after, knowing it well.
“It made me all shaky,” he said earnestly. “And so much came out.”
“It really did,” I told him. “That's why I sucked you so long-I knew you'd come a lot, that I could swallow. It was fun for me, too.”
“Good.”
Throughout it all, he'd sat back watching me in wide-eyed amazement as I'd given him his first blow job. I'd even licked his tiny hairless balls all over, sucking them gently into my mouth, my very experienced hand jacking him off the entire time.
“Does it still feel good?” I'd asked him, repeatedly, sucking the smooth unblemished head of his little penis wetly in and out of my mouth. I'd learned that felt even better to most boys than sucking the entire shaft. “Do you like it?”
“I love it, Laura Ann,” he'd said. “I never felt anything like this before.”
When he finally ejaculated, after several false starts with his rigid little erection jerking in my mouth (as if signaling to me he was ready), his clear sweet-tasting cum filled my mouth to almost overflowing.
It spurted out in short erratic jets, one after the other.
“Ohhh, Laura Ann!” he gasped, his 7-year-old muscles going taut. “My boner's squirting!”
I'd taught him that word, boner, and had him sitting with his bare ass on my free hand, his narrow buttocks tightening up when he came. My fingertips were lightly touching his puckered asshole, more like teasing at it, but I wasn't about to startle him by sticking a finger all the way up his butt.
Not yet, at least.
His small cock filled my mouth with warm liquid as quickly as I swallowed it, the boy trembling uncontrollably as it did so. I was wildly trembling as well, so insanely excited at the perverted act I was performing that my heartbeat was pounding away loudly in my ears.
My cunt was dripping wet, filling my panties with moisture, and I knew it would take very little attention down there for me to come as well.
“Alan, your boner's getting soft now,” I told him, after I sat back up. “Do you want me to make it hard again for you?”
He looked to me, then smiled widely.
“Sure.”
But then I had another thought, an even better one.
“Do you think your brother would like it, too?” I wanted to know. The boy in the bedroom sleeping was a healthy-looking 9-year-old. “If you and I went in, quietly woke him up and brought him out here?”
Alan looked to me a long moment, as if thoughtfully considering it, then finally nodded.
“I'll bet,” he said. “Are you going to use your mouth on both of us?”
I shook my head, then stood up and slipped down my shorts and panties as he stared. “No, we're going to use my pussy this time,” I told him. “I want to teach you both about fucking…”
That was two years ago.
I'd invented many games since I'd started babysitting, fun games full of youthful laughter that started out innocently enough but soon involved kissing, flashing, feeling-up, bare-assed spanking, oral sex, anal sex, and mutual masturbation followed by fucking.
Not too surprisingly, every kid always went along with me.
Especially the Armbruster kids.
Patricia, a beautiful redheaded little 8-year-old, and her two older fair-haired brothers, Alan, now at 9 (yes, that Alan), and John, who was now 11 (and who, with Alan, fucked my brains out that first time we woke him up), were the three kids I liked watching the best.
Like I mentioned, it'd been two years since I'd first been hired by their unsuspecting folks and we'd had many fun adventures in that time.
Sexual adventures.
With enough lubrication, young red-haired Patricia could take Alan's 9-year-old penis or even John's thicker and longer penis completely into her asshole. This was usually while she was on her hands and knees.
And while her brothers took turns fucking her in the ass, I usually licked and sucked on her hairless little cunt from below.
She always came so hard, and sometimes so loudly, she often had to stick her face into a pillow to muffle it. Patricia was a little 8-year-old screamer. Her sharp moans and groans as her brothers eagerly fucked her sweet bottom were even louder than my own when they fucked me.
And, yes, both boys fucked me every time I babysat them.