That's the same time I found out how many people in our neighborhood were swingers. It happened accidentally, one night when I was sitting for Susan Lovely.
CHAPTER THREE
Susan Lovely owns the big house on the hill, the one with the swimming pool and the fancy tennis court. She's a psychiatrist while Warren Lovely is a banker.
They have all that money and yet they're stingy as hell when it comes to paying for babysitters. That's why none of the kids around the neighborhood want to sit for her, and it's the reason I got the job that weekend. If I only made two dollars it didn't matter when there was a chance to fuck another man. I had found a way to get laid, by a real grown man, and that was worth all the riches of the world to me.
"Hey, Susan, tell that kid to stick around later. I'd like to grab her by the ass!"
I heard one of the guests at the mansion say that to Susan Lovely but I pretended not to hear. It wouldn't do to have Susan realize there was a Judas in her midst, someone who meant to get in on the action.
I was supposed to watch the two kids while Susan had a party at her place.
"And keep the little bastards quiet!" she instructed when I first got there.
"We're going to be busy all evening and I don't want those brats under my feet!"
That didn't surprise me the way the talked about her children because a lot of party people I sat for said the same things. When it came to having fun, adults moved into a world beyond the infants.
There must have been fifty people at the mansion, all drinking and having a ball, gorging themselves on all kinds of neat-looking foods, while some of them took a swim in the pool. It didn't take me long to notice how many couples were de-coupled. Men with strange women, or women making a play for somebody else's husband. That seemed to go right along with alcohol so I wasn't disturbed by it. Except that I kept my eyes open. Any minute now somebody was going to do some fucking. And I wanted to get a peek!
I got the kids to bed around nine o'clock but kept out of sight myself. It was obvious the Lovely's didn't want a teenager in the middle of their party and I didn't want to be sent off upstairs or something. There were so many women in the house nobody would think to climb the stairs to fuck a young girl like me.
I had to make my own party.
I stood behind an evergreen tree and watched while some of the swimmers got naked.
"Come on, everybody, let's, go skinny dipping!" someone laughed gaily.
Pretty soon half the guests were nude, cocks swinging and cunts swaying as they did their thing. Perhaps it should have got me all shook up, yet it didn't.
There's a time when a nude person can get your blood boiling, but there are times when it just seems natural. With everybody naked it took away some of the mystery of sex until I got bored watching the bounding boobs or the plop-plop of testicles when one of the men got to running after a female.
"Let's do it in the water!" a redhead shrieked with joy as she pulled a guy closer to the pool. "Let's jump in and fuck in the water!"
It was nice to watch. All those nude bodies romping around, or making waves in the pool while they were fucking. Still it left something to be desired and I didn't realize what it was for a long time.
Then I realized a special ingredient was lacking from their orgy.
Seduction.
Theirs was a form of gang sex where everybody fucked everybody else, sort of mechanical, until their emotions were geared to laughter instead of sexual stimulation.
Sure I got hot and bothered from watching all that fucking, but not nearly so, hot as the night that husband sneaked into the room and masturbated on my bed.
So I got to roaming around the big house, and it felt good to be in the midst of all this wealth. Susan Lovely spent more for pictures on her walls than most people did to raise their children. Even so I had the feeling she wasn't very happy. She was too intense, too anxious to please her guests, and she treated her children like bank notes that got soiled.
I was in the big library glancing through some magazines when a man came into the room.
"Oh, hi there!" he smiled.
He must have been fifty years old, with a bit of a pot belly and receding hair, but he had a warm manner.
"Hello," I answered, still holding the magazine.
"You live here?" he asked.
"I'm the babysitter."
"Oh yes, now I remember. I saw you earlier today out in the garden. You want a little drink?"
Right away I sensed his hunger. Only this wasn't my idea of real screwing, to give in to such an old geezer that I didn't even know.
I told him I was too young to drink and I went to leave the library. But he moved to block my path.
"You're such a pretty girl!" He stared real hard at my face, but I knew he was thinking of my little cunt.
Up till then I figured it would be nice to have any man's hands on my body.
Perhaps it was because all those naked people turned me off a little, or maybe it was different from seducing a husband I was familiar with, but for some reason I felt insulted when this old geezer tried to fuck me.
"I gotta go check the children," I told him.
He blocked the door. "Whyntcba stay here with me?" He seemed to pant, as though it was hard for him to breathe.
"You better go out to the pool with the rest of them, Mister."
"Ah, fuck that party! I've seen those broads a hundred times already! Ain't nothin' they got to interest me. But you're different, kid. You're a real cutie!"
I could have screamed. Or I could have threatened the man with my age. Maybe I would have, if he'd left my tits alone.
"Wow, is that all yours!" he gasped when he fumbled at my breasts.
I was lost.
The juices got to flowing so fast I forgot where I was, and the sweet touch of male hands dissolved any resistance I might have possessed.
"Sure they're mine!" I whispered with excitement.
"Boy, I'd sure like to see 'em, honey. I'd pay plenty to, see a young pair of tits like that!"
He was fumbling for his wallet while I fumbled with the buttons on my blouse. I got the blouse undone, and pulled one of my tits out for him to see, just as he opened his wallet. Wads of bills fell all over the floor but that didn't, mean a damn to me. I could feel his eyes on my nipples while the juice ran hot between my legs.
"Can I touch them?" he gasped. "Criminey, can I really touch those young tits!"
His fingers were short, heavy, and when he pressed them against my breast it was marvelous.
"Oooowww, that feels good!" I told him.
"Cryin' out loud!" he wheezed as he groped at my exposed breast. "I always wanted to fuck a kid! How old are you anyway, honey?"
Instead of answering I took off my bra and opened my blouse all the way. I could feel the cool air on my bare breasts and it made me feel beautiful. Here was a grown man, obviously a wealthy man of great power, and he stood helpless in the presence of my young flesh. It was a grand feeling and one that I will never forget. To realize that I had a commodity worth more than all the money in the bank downtown, and that for an hour of sex I was the equal to men of great consequence.
"Lemme see your cunt!" the man wheezed. "Oh boy, I'd give a hundred to see that young stuff bare!"
Right then I'd have given him a hundred to touch my pussy. All the stored up expectation of this babysitting job was coming up hard, and quick visions of all those uncovered cocks at the pool went swimming through my head. I didn't care if this old geezer was too fat, or if he was going bald. Right now I wanted him to touch me. To put his strange cock between my legs and make me orgasm.