Babysitting (2/2)

Neighbors ask a man to take care of their young daughter for two weeks. Part 2/2.

I placed her on my lap, licked my fingers and began to caress her fine slit. Soon it parted under my fingers and Paola gasped as I found her clit for the first time. I did nothing else for the moment, just caressed and rubbed her labia and clit, steadily and more and more intensely. Paola was breathing hard, trembling, grabbing my hands, then she moaned sharply and curled up into a ball, shaking and squeezing my hand between her hips. I stopped rubbing her.

“Aaahhh! Aahhh, aaahhh…” she cried softly.

“How are you? How was it?”

“It was… It was so… Like lightning went through me! Oh, Jim, hold me!” Paola threw herself onto my chest.

“You did great, kitten,” I stroked her back and buttocks. “Just the best!”

“It’s so good! Is that an orgasm?”

“Exactly.”

“Mmm… So sweet! I want more!”

“Try it yourself this time.”

So I lay down on my bed with Paola beside me and held her gently while she masturbated. Her technique was a bit rough, but she was learning fast. In a minute she was shuddering again and screaming blissfully.

“I want more! Jim, please fuck me!” Paola begged.

“Wait a little, kitten,” I touched her pubic bone. “Your pussy needs to get ready for my cock. Let’s use my fingers first. Masturbate again like you just did.”

And she did, moaning loudly, her whole groin glistening with her juices. I carefully inserted a finger into her tight hole. She moaned louder. I added a second finger and pushed deeper until I felt a soft barrier inside. I rubbed her vagina for a while, listening to her moaning louder and louder, then with a single movement I broke her hymen.

Paola whimpered, but she almost did not notice the pain, engulfed by another approaching orgasm. She came again, shaking convulsively and clinging to me, then she burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Paola! Kitten, what happened?” I wiped away her tears and hugged her, pressing her shaking body against mine.

“Jim… Jim, it was so amazing! I can’t believe it’s true!” Paola sobbed and rubbed against me. “Fuck me, Jim! Fuck me, I beg you!”

“It might still hurt a bit. Maybe we’ll do it tomorrow when you’re healed?”

“No! Now! I want it now! Jim, pleeease!”

So I kissed her, laid her on her back and pressed the head of my cock against her pussy. She looked in amazement.

“It’s… so big, so thick… How could it fit?”

“You’re about to see, kitten.”

And I pushed slowly. Paola groaned, bent over and spread her legs wider. I pulled out a little and pushed in deeper. Then again, deeper, deeper, until I filled her tiny vagina to the brim. And I stayed there, motionless, enjoying her pulsating warmth.

“Jim… Jim, it’s wonderful…” Paola whispered, bending her knees.

“Do you like it?” I stroked her thighs.

“Yes… Move, Jim. Fuck me. I want to feel it.”

I started to move, slowly and carefully at first, then faster and stronger. Paola’s slender body shook under me. She grabbed me with her arms and legs, sobbing with pleasure. I continued to move. It was a good thing that I had masturbated just before, otherwise I’d have come in her tight pussy in no time. And as it happened, Paola started to orgasm before me.

“AAAhh! Jim, Jim, I love you! Aaaaaahhh!” she screamed, throwing her head back and arching her back.

She thrashed under me, moaning and screaming, for a few minutes before I released my seed into her wet pussy.

We lay motionless for a while. Paola purred contentedly. I pulled out and lay down beside her. She crawled over me and pressed herself against my sweaty body.

“Kitten, you did great,” I kissed her hair.

“Oh, Jim… So good… I never felt so good… I want more…”

“I can’t now, Paola. We men need time to rest.”

“But will you fuck me later?”

“I will, Paola. I promise. And in the meantime we have our fingers and mouths…”

“Mouths? How’s that?”

And I showed her how.

***

Since that day our life was pretty well established. We slept together (always in my bed, my snoring did not disturb Paola), ate together, sometimes at home and sometimes out, watched Paola’s anime (and she added hentai to the list) and porn together. And of course we had sex as often as possible. I felt like a squeezed-out toothpaste tube, but I never refused her requests to fuck more. And we caressed and kissed each other a lot, everywhere, and gave each other oral sex, and she also masturbated during the breaks, a lot. It’s a miracle, but she still found time to play with her friends.

Paola did not tell her parents about sex. We agreed that we would break the news to them personally.

On the last night before Paola’s parents return, we made passionate love for a long time and then rested side by side. Paola’s skills improved tremendously, she fucked like an experienced sexy woman. And her desire for sex became stronger and stronger.

“Tomorrow it will all end…” she whispered and burst into tears. “I don’t want it to! I want it to go on and on, I don’t want to part with you!”

“Kitty…” I caressed and kissed her. “I don’t want to lose you either. Maybe you could visit me from time to time, we are still neighbors… And you should find boys your own age.”

“I don’t want those stupid boys! I want you!”

“Oh, Paola, you don’t know them yet! You don’t have any idea how many times and how long these young boys can fuck!”

“Really?” she stopped sobbing and pressed herself against me.

“Really. I remember my teenage years… I used to crave sex all the time, all day long. But I didn’t have a girl to fuck back then. And someone lucky can have you now.”

Paola giggled and cuddled up to me.

“Jim… I’ll try. But I still love your cock.”

“Also, Paola… I didn’t mention this before… But please don’t tell anyone that I fucked you.”

“Why?” she opened her eyes in surprise.

“Because it’s against the law to fuck a girl as young as you. I will go to jail if people find out.”

“The law? Jail? Why?!! We did nothing wrong, it was just sheer pleasure!” Paola protested indignantly.

“I agree, kitten. But the law was created to protect children from abuse and molestation, and it does not care about the cases of love, and trust, and pleasure.”

“Stupid law!”

“I couldn’t agree more. But please don’t tell others.”

“I promise…”

And we fucked and slept together again.

***

The next morning Paola dressed again, completely, including her long forgotten panties. She remained barefoot, we decided there’s nothing wrong with that.

She was still moving her things back into her apartment when Marco and Piera Luciani arrived. Paola shrieked with joy and threw herself around her parents’ necks, covering them with kisses. They were no less happy to see her.

“Don’t go anywhere, Jim,” Marco said. “We’ll clean up after the journey and come to you. I’ve prepared a bottle of good wine…”

I waited for them with an anxious heart. It was time to tell them about me and Paola, I did not want to hold it for long… But how would they react? The Italian temperament, you know… I wondered if Marco could kill me in a rage.

“How was your trip?” I asked as we sat around the table in my kitchen, with Paola on Piera’s lap, clinging to her mother, and Marco slicing the cheese and opening the wine.

“Perfetto, del tutto perfetto!” he laughed. “Everything’s back on track. And how was your life here?”

“It was great,” I smiled. “You have a wonderful daughter, there were really no problems with her! We got along great.”

“Yes, Jim is good!” Paola confirmed.

“Glad to hear that.”

Marco poured us some wine, we clinked glasses and drank. Paola was allowed to take a sip as well, said “ewww!” and went back to her coke.

I took a deep breath. Now.

“Marco, Piera… I have to tell you… Shit, it’s hard… Well, to cut a long story short, Paola and I had sex. Many times.”

I fought the urge to cover my eyes and looked at them.

“Well…” Marco swirled the wine in his glass and drank, looking into my eyes.

Piera stroked Paola’s hair and kissed her forehead.

“Is it true, Paola? And how was it? Did you like it?”

“Yes, yes!” Paola jumped with excitement. “Jim is so good! He taught me everything! We fucked every day! It’s… it’s the best thing in my life! Mom, Dad, I want it more! Sex is so good! Jim said I can find boys my own age to fuck! May I, may I?”

“Cara mia!” Piera hugged her.

As tense and uncertain as the situation was, I couldn’t help but smile. Then I looked at Marco again. And… he was smiling too!

Then he laughed.

“Sorry for teasing you, Jim. I just couldn’t resist that theatrical scene… And sorry for deceiving you, Jim, and you, Paola. It wasn’t a business trip…”

“What?…”

“What, Daddy?” Paola joined my surprise.

“We arranged all this to introduce Paola to sex. And you couldn’t have done it better, Jim. We are deeply grateful.”

I stared at them speechless.

“It was clear that Paola was getting to that age,” Piera explained. “And we wanted her to have as smooth and pleasant a start as possible. For me, in my years, it was terrible, it took years of therapy to recover… So we needed a caring, loving, careful – and very open-minded! – man to introduce her to sex. You were the first and most obvious candidate. Thank you, Jim, thank you so much.”

“Mom?… Dad? Is this true? Did you plan all this?” Paola couldn’t believe her ears.

“It’s true, kitten. Sorry I lied to you,” Marco patted her head. “So we arranged our urgent departure. Only it was just a two-week vacation. We really needed it, I have to tell you.”

“Wow… Oh…” And I burst out laughing slightly hysterically, releasing my tension.

Marco and Piera joined me, and Paola burst out laughing with us.

“Jim, we owe you so much! What can we pay you? Tell us anything, name a price!” Marco shook my hand.

“I don’t think I deserve it,” I tried to stop laughing. “I just didn’t refuse Paola. In fact, I was happy to teach her all the tricks. She was really ready, and she wanted it badly, and she is so sexual…”

“Would you like to continue teaching her?” Piera winked at me.

“Can we, can we?” Paola shouted excitedly.

“I would love to. Anytime, Paola.”

“Wheee!”

“But Jim’s right about boys your age,” Marco smiled. “Give it a try!”

***

A few days later I found Paola kissing a boy passionately near our house. She was still barefoot. I remembered him, his name was Ben, he was about thirteen, and I recognized that familiar insatiable desire for fucking in his eyes. I smiled to myself.

Paola parted from Ben’s lips, laughed, waved to me and pulled him after her into the front door. I could only imagine what awaited the boy.

At the end of the week, when Paola was done screaming from orgasm on top of me and fell onto my chest, she whispered: “You were right about boys. They just fuck and fuck and fuck…” She giggled. “But I still love your cock!”

And we kissed.

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