Good Babysitter SeXStoRY

{ASSM} The Good Teacher (Fb Inc 1st) The Good Teacher By Puck512 I was 18 when it began. I guess you could call it abuse but I never felt abused and still don't. Both my parents worked. My Dad held down two jobs and my Mom worked the evening shift at a local factory. So my cousin Jenny, who lived just two houses down from us, came over and watched me.. She'd been my babysitter for as long as I could remember but nothing ever happened until I was eleven and she would have been 18. Before you start getting any ideas, Jenny was a homely girl - very plain in the face and she never did anything interesting with her hair. She was a little on the plump side, but not excessively so and some of that extra weight ended up in her breasts. Jenny was soft. I never cared about how she looked any more than I cared about how my Mom looked. She was just Jenny. Jenny was a bit of a neat freak and the day it started I had come inside all dirty and a bit muddy. She sent me up to take a bath and when I came down I guess I didn't pass inspection. More than a bit exasperated at my carelessness, she hauled me back up to the bathroom, drew a bath and made sure every last bit of dirt and mud was exorcized my from presence. While she was washing me she rubbed the washcloth around my penis, softly and tenderly. I don't think she thought anything special of it, but I was eleven and almost twelve and the unexpected contact by a real person caused me to get erect. When she moved the washcloth farther down my leg, it was impossible for either of us to ignore my very erect penis that was twitching excitedly seemingly of its own accord. "Ohhh!" Jenny exclaimed and then blushed red enough for the both of us. "Sorry." I said, "It does that a lot these days." We both sat there, frozen in time and embarrassment as my cock throbbed and twitched, a condition that was definitely not going to change as she absently stroked the inside of my thigh with the washcloth. Finally Jenny broke the silence. "I've never seen one before." She said in a low, hushed voice. Then she hurriedly backtracked and said, "I mean I've seen YOU before, but not like..." she trailed off. Her closeness, the charged atmosphere between us, and the feel of the washcloth moving up and down my thigh was doing things to me I'd never experienced before. My heart was beating so fast and it seemed like I was gasping for breath. Another long silence descended before I managed to gasp, "It does this sometimes, I don't know why..." That shook her out of her trance a little as she asked, "You never got 'the talk'"? "Talk?" I asked. Jenny blushed again. "Well when a man is with a woman, his thing gets hard like yours is now and he sticks it in the woman and that's how you make babies." "You mean I could stick my thing inside you and we'd have a baby?" For the first time since it started Jenny took her eyes off my cock and looked into my eyes at first in surprise and then in laughter. "Well if I let you, and I don't think you're old enough to make babies yet. You have to be able to make sperm first." "Sperm?" "Well, when your thing is inside the woman you move around and start feeling real good." "Like now?" I gasped. Her eyes widened as she finally realized the effect she was having on me. "This feels good?" "Oh God yes!" I cried. And as if to prove it my cock twitched extra hard, making such a scene that it drew her gaze back down as she pondered our situation. She was breathing deep now as she watched my cock twitch in the air slapping my stomach. She raised her hand, leaving the washcloth on my leg and drew her fingers up across the inside of my thigh, then over my balls and finally, slowly, up the underside of my cock. I gasped and moaned as my head fell back in rapture as she wrapped her hand around my cock and gave it a gentle tug. She started stroking me slowly, up and down, up and down as she said in a low voice, tinged with excitement and desire and lust, broken only by her heavy breathing, "The man moves inside the woman, his penis going in and out, again and again and again, and he feels better and better and better..." "Oh God, oh God" I cried as my first ever orgasm began to build up. "And he shoots his sperm inside the woman." Jenny concluded.. The orgasm hit me so hard I had to reach out and grab Jenny. I hugged her tight, oblivious to her shock and surprise as I cried out in sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I thrust my hips up into her hands. I don't know how long I humped her hand or if she continued to stroke me or not. My face was buried in her breasts, my arms wrapped around her for support as wave after unending wave of pleasure washed over me. Finally, panting and gasping for breath I pulled away, seeing the confusion - fear? - on her face. "Are you ok?" She asked. "Oh Jenny, that was so good!" I exclaimed. Finally, as the full extent of what had transpired revealed itself to her, she hurriedly stood up and rushed out of the bathroom. Leaving me alone, and wet and totally confused. When I had dressed and gone downstairs I found her sitting in the dark in the living room. "Jenny?" I asked. "It's time for you to go to bed." She said in a voice that sounded a million miles away. Crushed, I turned but as I was leaving she said, "What we did... What I did was wrong. Please don't tell anybody." It was then, mostly by the sound of her voice that I realized she had been crying and that she was scared. "Never, ever." I said in the most definitive voice I could muster. I took two more steps and said, "Ever" yet again as I headed up the stairs to bed. *** Life had returned to normal and that first encounter in the tub as forgotten as it could be given that it had become something of a foundation for my daydreams, nightdreams and fantasies. I hadn't learned masturbation yet, but I returned often to that magical night in my thoughts. The second time happened a few months later, very similar to the first in that I had been outside playing after a morning rainstorm and had come into the house muddy and dirty. Rather than leave me to do an inadequate job again, Jenny told me that she'd supervise to make sure I got the job done right the first time. The look of joy and happiness as she told me that was so open and transparent that Jenny couldn't help but blush. This time we both knew what was about to happen. Jenny had been a bit hesitant as she offered to supervise but my reaction defiantly let her know that I had no qualms over what had happened -- what was about to happen. And the weeks of silence and kept secrets let her know that what was about to happen between us would stay between us. We got up to the bathroom and I stripped, my cock already at attention in anticipation of what was to come. I started the water and turned around, waiting for the tub to fill. Jenny stared at me, again seemingly entranced by my pre-pubescent organ and I notice her breathing becoming deeper and her ample breasts rising and falling. "You're so dirty!" She said after a long silence. "I'll get my stuff dirty if I try to clean you up." I thought she was about to leave and the disappointment on my face was evident. But she smiled and started to undo the buttons on her blouse. Now it was my turn to stand transfixed as she revealed herself to me. Seeing her before me without a blouse in just jeans and a bra was unbelievably magical and then the bra was gone and then her pants leaving her in just her panties. She was blushing furiously now but shrugged and said, "I saw you, so it's only fair you get to see me I guess right?" "R-R-Right" I stammered. She smiled self-consciously and then her panties were gone as she stood naked before me. I have to admit I was a little disappointed. She had a small tuft of soft, downy pubic hair above her pussy but there really wasn't all that much to her nether regions that I could discern. But seeing her standing there as a complete woman laid bare to my eyes, her amble breasts, her soft curves, her wide hips, well that definitely made a lasting impression. Jenny was not pretty in the face but she was soft and curvy and at that moment at the peak of her youth she was undeniable. She brushed passed me, turning off the water in the tub and got in. "Well?" She asked as I stood there looking at her. "What?" I asked. "Are you going to get in so we can get that dirt off?" I looked at the tub and then her somewhat incredulously. I wasn't a very big tub and I was unsure how this was going to work. "Get in." She said. I stepped in between her legs facing her so my cock was almost directly in her face. I stood there for a moment and on much reflection of that moment I wonder if she was thinking of taking me in her mouth. But finally she put her hands on my hips and turned me around and guided me to sit down so that my back was pressed against her. She giggled and said, "This works!" I could feel her rock-hard nipples pressed into my back and her legs wrapped around mine, and I very much agreed. She reached for the soap and worked up a good lather and began by rubbing my chest. She played a little with my nipples running her fingers around them until they were as hard as her own. I enjoyed that but I enjoyed it even more when her hands worked down to my stomach, moving lower and lower and the promise of what was to come setting me on fire. She lathered her hands up again and began stroking my cock. It felt so good to be so close to her, to feel her labored breathing, her soft breasts and hard nipples pressing into my back, her soft pubic hair against the small of my back. Her hot, soapy hands encircled my cock stroking urgently, demanding I cum for her. It didn't take long, I was young and seeing her naked, having her naked, holding me, everything sent me over the edge and into paradise. She held me this time, furiously stroking me as I fucked her hand pushing back into her, her legs squeezed me tight, and her soft body engulfed me as I came for her. If anything, I came even harder than the first time. She didn't leave me this time. She held me as I came down from the rapturous heights she had driven me. She cooed in my ear and whispered wonderful things that I wish I could remember but can't. "Did you like that?" She asked. "You have no idea!" I murmured contentedly. "No sperm yet." She said, not disapprovingly. "You can't make babies." "Is that bad?" She giggled. "You're only eleven, you're not ready to be a daddy yet." I giggled with her. I was too young to catch the implied "and I'm not ready to be a mommy" in her voice. Finally, as the water began to cool she said, "Well I guess you're clean enough now." And that was the end of my second sexual experience. *** The next day heralded my third experience and the first where I initiated things. We were in the living room watching some TV show. I was lying on the carpet and she was in Dad's easy chair when I rolled over and asked, "Jenny, can girls feel real good like you make me feel?" Jenny smiled mischievously and replied, "Of course we can. Why?" "Well I was just wondering. I mean, since, er, well," I'm not sure how long I just stammered like that while Jenny sat there smiling and giggling before I finally blurted out, "I want to make you feel good too!" Jenny's mirth changed to concentrated thought as she said, "I don't know Josh, I mean what we've done is WRONG but it's been harmless." "I won't tell! I'll never tell! I PROMISED!" I blurted. "I know! I know! But it's still wrong." "It don't feel wrong!" Jenny grimaced and said finally, "No it doesn't." Finally she sighed. "OK. But there's more to making a girl feel good. You just think about sex and you're ready to go. I bet your little pecker is stiff as a board right now isn't it?" I grinned sheepishly and nodded. "A girl takes a bit longer to warm up." "How?" I asked. She motioned me up into the chair and I came and sat on her lap. She leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. "Ewww!" I said, pulling away. Hurt, Jenny pushed me off and said, "I guess you're not old enough yet." "Kissing on the lips will put you in the mood?" I asked incredulously. She looked at me and sighed. "I guess not. I mean I have this fantasy, a big strong man takes me in his arm and..." She sighed... "I don't think kissing will put me in the mood. You're not old enough yet." "Were you in the mood when you, well you know..." I asked. Her brow furrowed as she thought, "Yea, yea I guess I was. I mean it was naughty and wrong but it was exciting and yea, if you had known what to do you could have made me feel very good. I mean I felt good doing it but not like earth moving good you know?" "So make me feel good and then I can make you feel good!" I said excitedly.. What can I say, sometimes things just never get any more right than a c***d's wisdom. Jenny laughed and said, "You just want me to get you off again you little horn-dog" she said as she mock-scolded me. I grinned and blushed, nodding in agreement. Jenny bit her lower lip and leaned over to pull off my shirt. She slid out of the chair to her knees and undid my belt and pulled down my pants and underwear in one deft move. It happened so quick that I wasn't even hard yet. "Not in the mood?" She smirked looking up at me. I may not have been ready at that exact moment but as she took my tiny cock in her fingers and started stroking and caressing it, I grew rock hard in her hands, something which elicited an excited "oooh" from her. "That's so cool!" She said as she stroked my cock. "So tiny and then so big!" She was so close I could feel her breath on my cock. Then she did something that is seared into my brain until the day I die. She leaned forward and licked me from the base of my shaft to the very tip and then sucked my cock into her mouth like a popsicle. "Oh my God Jenny!" I moaned barely able to keep my knees from buckling. She pulled back and my cock sprang back hitting my stomach with a wet splash.. "Was that OK?" Jenny asked, a bit fretfully. I didn't have any words; I couldn't believe how wonderful that had felt. "I heard boys liked that. It's so dirty but..." She trailed off, "I'm sorry. I'm just a degenerate pervert." "No!" I exclaimed, roused from my bliss. "It was cool! It was beyond cool. It just took me a second to get over how cool it was! Please do it again! Please?" The words came pouring out. "It was cool?" Jenny asked. "Wicked cool!" I replied. "It's dirty!" She whispered. Her breasts were heaving, and she was panting like when we had been in the bathroom and I made the connection. "Are you in the mood?" I asked. She looked at me, a bit fearfully, then my cock, and then she said, "Very much so." "Then lets be dirty." I said with a f***e and wisdom far beyond my years. Jenny might have fantasized about the rock hard hero that swept her off her feet, losing herself in his kisses and caresses, at being ravaged and being pleasured by a man whose drive and determination for his own pleasures swept her up in his passion. But Jenny also got off on naughty, on the forbidden and the taboo. I may not have been her fantasy guy, but I definitely had a place in her fantasies. She leaned forward again and took me in her mouth, she sucked me with abandon and when her strokes were too slow I started thrusting my hips faster as I fucked her mouth. Something inside me woke and I put my hands on her head and pulled and pushed her. She removed her hands from my butt and started disrobing, urgently tearing at her clothing as urgently as I was forcing myself in and out of her mouth. She thrust her hand inside her panties and a moan escaped her mouth. She put one hand around my butt, pulling me into her and the other hand she used to pleasure herself. I came, I came as she sucked me, I came as her fingers worked their way into my butt crack pulling me hard into her, holding me to her as an indescribable pleasure washed over me again and again and again until I was too tender and sensitive to bear any more and I pulled back. Jenny slumped forward, the hand that had been around my butt, supporting her as she knelt before me, grunting and moaning as she fingered herself furiously. It took me a moment to realize what was happening as she rocked forwards and back on her hand, making a****l sounds, her face scrunched up as she concentrated on finding her pleasure. It took a moment to realize that she was doing to herself what she had done to me in the bathroom. "Yes!" She groaned as she humped her hips against her hand, her breasts swaying to her rocking motion. "Oh yes!" She groaned again. Something clicked in me, something of the man I would become, the lover I would become, "So dirty Jenny!" I said lustily, "Be dirty, it's our secret, be as dirty as you want." The perfect words, the perfect time. Jenny screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" over and over, her body shuddering, her breasts heaving and her hand working furiously as her orgasm washed over her, every bit as powerful -- if not moreso -- than the one she had given me. She fell forward onto the carpet for a few seconds, panting and breathing before picking herself back up and falling backwards into the chair. I came up and sat in her lap, holding her, hugging her as she had held and hugged me in the tub. "My dirty little boy!" She said after a long while, ruffling my hair. "You better get up to bed, your parents will be home soon." Slowly, reluctantly, I got up and went to bed. *** The next night, as soon as my parents headed off to work, Jenny took me up to my bedroom and we both got undressed. We were a little awkward getting started; things weren't as chaotic or spontaneous so it didn't feel quite as magical, at least at first, and at least for me. Jenny sat down on my bed and spread her legs. I knelt between them and she pulled her pussy lips apart revealing an undiscovered world of creases and folds and bumps. She pointed out her clit, and where a man's cock went. I guess she was feeling dirty because she was definitely wet and she showed me how she masturbated, and I got a good view of her fingers plunging into her pussy and then up and around her clit. Now the interesting thing about Jenny is that she had a very pronounced clit. It wasn't an invisible button. When she was in the mood it was impossible to miss, pulling her pussy lips up and out and exposing a tiny head the size of my pinky. After I had a pretty good idea of what I needed to do she pulled her hand away and indulged my explorations patiently. I started by running my fingers through her slit and then pulled her lips apart. I started to rub her clit a little but she grimaced and took my hand, guiding it lower and then pushing my fingers inside her. "Get them wet first." She said, "Then rub my clit." I fucked her slowly with my finger a few times and she let out a contented sigh and laid back. While it was obviously pleasing to her, her pussy was alien territory for me so after a minute I removed them and started rubbing her clit with my now very slick fingers. She gasped and bucked her wide, round hips and I realized this little clit was to her what my dick was to me. And then I did the grossest, dirtiest thing I had ever done in my short life. I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around that little bud and sucked.. The pungent aroma and taste of her almost made me pull back but she groaned and shuddered as lustfully and passionately as she had done last night and I steeled myself and sucked harder, then running my tongue around it before sucking it back in between my pursed lips. She ran her fingers through my hair, groaning and moaning then pulling my face against her as I had pulled her against me the night before and I realized I was finally returning the favor she had bestowed on me. I was giving her the same pleasure she had given me -- The same gift. Despite the taste, which I learned over time to endure but never to savor, I vowed that I would make her cum and while I furiously and desperately sucked on her clit I thrust two fingers into her pussy, feeling her slick, hot walls clench hard and fast around me as I made her cum. She held my head fast against her as I worked my lips around that ever sensitive bud and bucked her hips against my hand forcing my fingers ever deeper inside her as I marveled at the contractions tugging and sucking at them hard and fast and faster still until she let out a loud cry and I felt her clench my fingers so hard I couldn't move them if I tried and her legs pressed against me so hard I felt my head would explode. And she came. And came. "Oh Josh," she gasped, panting, "Oh Josh." She gasped again as I crawled up between her legs and rested on top of her, my head resting softly against her soft, fleshy bosom. I looked up at her and grinned, "Dirty?" "Wicked Dirty!" She agreed. Then, in a conspiratorial voice, she said, "You're very hard still." It was only then that I realized that I had been hard the entire time and still was and that hardness was now resting directly on top of her pussy. "Lets be VERY dirty!" she said with a grin as she spread her legs a little and reached between us. I felt her hands on me, guiding me and then I was engulfed in her hot wetness. "Not a virgin anymore dirty boy." She whispered. Then as she wrapped her hands around my butt and pulled me deep inside her she whispered, "Neither of us." I wish I could have said my first time I was the world's best lover and brought her to a thundering orgasm, but I was so worked up and she felt so good that it only took a few thrusts of my hips, the feel of her pussy clenching around my cock and her grunts and I shuddered and came. It was dry of course but that didn't make it any less incredible. And Jenny didn't come, I was too quick for that, but she took pleasure in my pleasure. As losing one's virginity goes, I have no complaints. *** We went at it like rabbits for a few months and we learned to come together but we still masturbated each other and oral sex was always great. Since "dirty" was our kink we tried some pretty freaky stuff, especially after I started shooting and before Jenny got on the pill. Anal sex was definitely a trip but it was never Jenny's favorite even when she fingered herself to orgasm while we did it. As means of explanation why she didn't think it was all that great, one day she stuck a finger up my ass while she was giving me a blow job. It may not have done anything for her, but it definitely ranked in the top ten orgasms of my life and from then on I always insisted on a finger (then, eventually, two) in the hopper. It came to an end when Jenny turned eighteen and went off to college. She hooked up with a guy who graduated and went on to be a lawyer. They moved off east and while we occasionally wrote each other we never saw each other again. That was probably for the best. I really did love her and probably woulda lived the rest of my days with her, society's rules be damned. As it was, she taught me to be a great lover. I may have had a hard time getting the girls, but keeping them was never a problem, getting rid of a few was tough though. I had average looks and an average cock but I knew how to use it and what women really liked and wanted and that's all that really counts. After Jenny I was never shy around girls or self-conscious, if I got the brush-off it didn't bother me because I KNEW it was the woman's loss, that woman would never know just how great Jenny had taught me. And that kind of confidence, I found, was a great attractor. I think maybe I taught Jenny to be less self-conscious and gave her a confidence she never really had before. When it all started she had been a homely, plump girl without a friend in the world and she found a friend and lover who gave her the confidence she needed. She had a void in her life and I filled it, just as I had a void in my understanding of men and women and she filled that. As she got ready for college she started taking more care in her appearance and she lost enough weight to really show off how great a body she really had. She would never be beautiful but she became pretty in a lot of different ways. So a happy ending for all, which is a good thing in a sex story!