BabySitter's Porn

My wife and I had been out for the evening and were returning home. As we drove we were having a minor dispute about something that we'd seen on the 'net earlier in the day. Although hopelessly wrong, Irene was convinced she was right. She was jiggling up and down on the seat, urging me to go faster. She couldn't wait to get home and turn on the PC to prove to me that I was wrong.

We entered the house and Irene rushed for the computer, barely taking the time to wave to Nicki, our babysitter. By the time I strolled up Irene had brought up the history, shot down to the site we'd seen that morning and checked it.

After checking it she turned to me and immediately changed the subject.

"Really, Tim," she grumbled. "I thought you didn't look at porn sites."

"Eh?" I said. "I don't. What are you on about? You just don't want to admit you got it wrong."

Irene just dismissed our little debate with an airy gesture. She was more interested in the porn she thought I'd been watching.

"There's no need to lie about it," she told me crossly. "Look. It's all there in the history. I don't know how you find the time to bother with such trash."

I leaned over and checked the history and she was right for a change. There were a number of porn sites listed.

"Beats me how I found the time, too," I said. "Especially as I was with you at the Henderson's place."

I indicated the times that the sites had been visited.

Irene promptly got all huffy.

"This is ridiculous. There must be some sort of mistake. I mean, the kids wouldn't visit these sites, even by chance. They're much too young."

"And they'd have been in bed asleep," I murmured.

I watched with some amusement as it slowly dawned on Irene who'd been looking at the sites. She turned slowly and looked at Nicki, who was watching us with a look of dread on her face. It's amazing how red a young lady's face can turn in an embarrassing situation.

"Nicki," Irene started, and would probably have gone on to say a lot more if I hadn't interrupted.

"Let it go, Irene," I said firmly. "Nicki is eighteen and able to make her own decisions. You can see from the time stamps that she waited until the kids were in bed and asleep. You may not approve of her choice of sites but she was discreet about it."

Nicki was all apologies. Her main fear was that we might tell her parents about it. I waved that aside.

"Forget it, Nicki," I told her. "It's none of our business. We won't be yelling your mother."

At that point I gave Irene a firm look, indicating decision made and she would abide by it. She looked rebellious at first, but then must have remembered what Irene's mother was like. You might call her a sanctimonious, hypocritical prig, but only if you were feeling kindly towards her.

Irene still didn't want to let the subject go.

"But why watch it on your baby sitting jobs?" she asked. "Didn't you know you were bound to get caught?"

Nicki shrugged helplessly and I came to her aid. I could make a pretty good stab at her reasons.

"Ah, Irene, what do you think Shirley's attitude would be if she tried to watch anything like that at home? Remembering how you mildly disapprove of her doing it."

Enlightenment dawned. Shirley is Nicki's mother. Nicki would have had to have a death wish to watch porn if she was anywhere around. Irene still wasn't content though. Some women have to know everything, especially if it doesn't concern them.

"But I don't understand, Nicki. Why watch that sort of thing at all?"

Nicki just shrugged helplessly, not knowing how to explain. I sighed and stepped in again.

"Irene, consider the situation. Nicki is eighteen. She will soon be sexually active, if she's not already."

From the frantic shake of Nicki's head, the answer to that was no, she wasn't.

"I think you'll find that what Nicki is doing is the modern equivalent of self-help books. She doesn't want to be completely ignorant when the time comes. She has basically two ways of really learning about sex. Discuss it with her mother or look up some porn sites and actually see what happens. If you were her, which option would you choose?"

Irene sniggered at that.

"If I remember correctly, I chose a third option," she said.

I had to laugh at that. She had indeed. She'd crawled through my window one night and said, "Show me what to do." We weren't even engaged at the time, just good friends.

"I remember. Oh, boy, do I remember. But, somehow or other, I think you might get a little upset if Nicki took that option."

"Not really," said Irene, speaking thoughtfully. "It would really get up Shirley's nose if we did. I can't of a better reason for actually taking that path."

"Oh, really? And who do you have in mind to play the part that I originally played?"

"Well, you, of course," Irene said, giving me a "well, der" look. How could I not have guessed that?

I almost choked on the spot, not sure how serious Irene was being. Knowing her she might actually be completely serious, ready to offer my services to educate Nicki in matters sexual, just because she knew Shirley would go spare if she ever found out.

Not, I had to admit, that I had any objections. An eighteen year old blonde, virginal, with an excellent figure? Enough to give any man wet dreams.

"Not too fair on Nicki," I said. "If her mother ever found out. . ."

"Huh. As if she'd tell her mother," scoffed Irene.

"What are you both talking about," demanded Nicki, still embarrassed by the whole thing, but curious.

"Oh, Irene was just offering my services to you to give you some sex ed." I said blandly.

Nicki's flush came and went again.

"There's no need for that," she said defensively. "I've attended the classes."

"Ah, Nicki, "said Irene, smirking, "we were considering a practical education."

"Practical?"

"That's right. One where Tim takes off your clothes and uses you to demonstrate how it's done."

Nicki paled. Irene had to be joking. Didn't she?

"Ah, I don't think that that would be a good idea," said Nicki carefully, deciding she didn't want to upset the crazy woman.

"Oh, but it's a great idea," enthused Irene. "You'll get to learn everything you need to know about sex."

"Maybe, but I'll pass," said Nicki.

Irene was about to keep on, but I interrupted.

"Nicki said no, Irene. Drop it," I said firmly.

Irene looked at me shrugged and said, "How about a cup of coffee before we take Nicki home."

"Coffee will be fine," I said, "but where's Nicki's car?"

"Apparently it's waiting for a spare part. I told Nicki that taking her home wouldn't be a problem. You'd be delighted to drive her home."

"So kind of you," I murmured dryly. It looked like another hour before I would be going to bed.

We had our coffee, chatting on subjects other than porn and Nicki's putative sex life.

- - -

God, it was so embarrassing. Irene and Tim got home and then Irene jumped on the computer. I hadn't cleared my history and Irene spotted the sites I'd been on. She'd accused Tim of visiting them and he denied it and pointed out the times. Then they both looked at me. Was I red!

Irene was inclined to be a bit snarky at first but Tim was a sweetie. He just shut her down. I always thought that she ruled the roost, but not so. When he said subject closed, Irene just shut up.

Not that she didn't need a bit of an explanation as to why I'd been looking at those sites. Then she got the wackiest idea. She actually insinuated that I should learn about sex by actually doing it with Tim. I said thanks but no thanks, and Tim shut her down again before she could really get going on the subject. I just wanted to crawl away and hide, I was so embarrassed.

After that we had some coffee and Tim was taking me home. I'm glad it was him and not Irene. Who knows what other suggestions she might have had for me?

About half way home Tim pulled into this quiet little park. I was surprised and, understandably, a little nervous.

"First thing, Nicki, I want to make it very clear that I have no intention of trying to seduce you. OK?" he said.

That made me feel a little better.

"Uh, OK," I said. "But why have we stopped? And why aren't you going to try to seduce me?"

Time did a face-palm while I smirked. That one had got him.

"For a start, because I don't think you want me to. As to why we've stopped. . ."

Tim hesitated for a few moments, seeming to be trying to work out how to explain it.

"It's partly because of the sites you were visiting," he said. "It seems to me that you really need someone to help you learn more about the subject. I'm assuming that you don't have a current boyfriend?"

He'd got that right. My would be current boyfriend had just about scared the socks off me with a couple of suggestions he made. That's why I'd been looking up things on the internet.

Taking my silence for agreement, Tim continued.

"I thought it wouldn't hurt to show you how a woman's body reacts to a man's touch," he said. "It also wouldn't hurt for you to see how a man reacts to a woman's touch. Are you interested, on the understanding that I'm not going to seduce you?"

When he put it like that, I was a bit curious. Could I trust him? He had come down on my side when Irene was leaning on me. What could it really hurt? I nodded.

With that he pushed his seat back to give himself more room. Then he did something to the steering wheel and it just folded back out of the way. A really neat trick, that. I'd never seen it before.

"I think first of all you should see a man's instinctive reaction to an attractive woman."

He unzipped and then took my hand and placed it on his lap.

"Just take my penis out of my trousers and hold it for a moment."

He had to be kidding? I swallowed, reached in and found what felt like a soft little cock and I dragged it out of his trousers. I don't know why men boast about them. It didn't seem very impressive to me.

"Just hold it firmly for a minute," Tim said, and he had this funny little smile.

So I held his little cock. It turns out the damned things are alive. It started to move around in my hand and I'd swear it was growing.

"What's it doing," I yelped.

"Becoming erect," said Tim calmly. "You have seen pictures of erections, haven't you?"

Well, yes, but there was a frigging big difference between seeing a picture of an erection and having a puny little penis suddenly turn into one. I mean, all of a sudden that thing was huge. It dawned on me that a practical lesson was a good idea. Scary, maybe, but a good learning experience.

"Put it away now," Tim told me. "Don't worry. It'll still be there later if you want to touch it."

I pushed his cock back inside his trousers. It was odd. When I'd pulled it out I'd thought puny penis. Now I was thinking Cock, with a capital C.

Even while I was doing that, Tim was undoing the buttons on my blouse. Then he reached behind me and undid my bra. I was blushing again, especially when he lifted my bra away from my breasts.

"Watch," he said.

He just placed his thumbs on my nipples and started rolling them around. It felt strange, but I liked it. I could feel my nipples getting harder and I could see them standing out, becoming really prominent. Now that wasn't new to me. I'd seen it before often enough, but I'd never had it done deliberately. Even my breasts seemed to be swelling and getting heavier, especially when Tim cupped them and started massaging them.

I have to admit I loved it. His hands on me felt good and exciting, making me aware of not only my breasts but the rest of my private parts. Was he going to touch me there as well?

The answer to that was a resounding yes. He lifted my skirt up and pushed my knees slightly apart. I thought that he might just touch me through my panties, but he didn't. He just took them and started working them down. I had to lift my bottom slightly to let him draw them down and I did it without even being asked.

"Don't worry," he told me. "I'm not going to touch you too privately just yet."

Who was worried? I could feel a curious itch down there saying touch me here. And if he wasn't going to touch me down there, why take my panties off?

The answer, apparently, was because he wanted to drive me insane. His hands trailed up my inner thighs, and as they came closer to my pussy I held my breath, just waiting for that moment. His hands slid up over my legs on either side of my pussy, didn't they? I had to let my breath out or pass out. He laughed at me. I said something rude under my breath.

Then his hands were dancing over me, rubbing against my mons, trailing along my thighs, passing so close to my pussy lips that I'll swear that I could feel the hair on the back of his hands tickling them as he passed.

I was now feeling hot. I was probably flushed all over and I know I was wet in places I didn't know you could get wet. I just wanted to yell at him to fucking touch me, but I didn't quite have the nerve.

Then I screamed, because his hand just closed over my pussy and squeezed. Geez, I almost bounced through the roof. As far as I was concerned, if these were the preliminaries I wouldn't dare have actual sex, because it would kill me.

His fingers actually went inside me, touching me and stroking me. I was squirming like mad, wanting him to stop, but willing to kill him if he did.

When he did stop I was just a quivering wreck.

"One last lesson and we'll call it a day," said Tim, and he was hauling me over to sit straddling him.

His cock was out of his trousers again, sticking way up in the air. The way I was straddling Tim I could feel the thing right along the length of my slit, pressing gently between my lips.

"Why don't you just rub yourself up and down against the shaft? You'll get a feel for what it's like to have a man's cock actually touching you."

I already knew what it felt like to have a man's cock actually touching me. I was aware of it with every nerve of my body. Still, I did as he said and started rubbing myself up and down against it. All I can say is, wow!

I have no idea how the notion occurred to me, but it seemed a good idea at the time. I was lifting myself, feeling Tim's cock rasping against my lips and I thought that if I went a little higher I'd feel the head of it. So I went a little higher and I could feel the head and if I went a little higher it would probably pop between my legs a little.

I did and it did, and when I pressed back down slightly I could feel that cock pressing against my lips at exactly the right spot. So I pushed down hard and Tim slid up into me. Was it rape, when he said he wasn't going that far and I jumped him? I didn't know or care. I felt him coming into me and I pushed down hard and fast.

My cherry popped and I didn't give a damn. I just kept on pushing and I could feel that Tim was pushing up into me. Then I was sitting, straddling him, but with the main difference being that I was now fully skewered by his cock.

I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to do now, but Tim sure did. His hands closed on my breasts and I could feel him pushing against my pussy. I just sort of pushed back and he relaxed, so I relaxed, too.

Then he was pushing again. I copied him and things sort of progressed. What started off as pushing against each other seemed to just grow until I was sliding up and down his cock, rising high on it and then pushing down while it came charging up to meet me.

We just kept going and going. It was exciting. It was terrible. I didn't want to stop and Tim sure seemed to have no intensions of stopping. I was gasping as I bounced on his lap, the strangest sensation flooding me from where Tim's cock was rubbing against me, driving me absolutely mad. I just wanted more and more.

Tim's hands were destroying my breasts and I was pushing them hard against him, loving what he was doing. Our coming together seemed to be speeding up, and I was practically whining with need.

All of a sudden Tim gives this groan and it was a case of oh, my, god!!

He was moving faster than ever and he seemed to just spray me all over. I just had time to think, Tim's coming in me, and all hell let loose inside me. I was shrieking and clinging to Tim, shuddering and clutching him while I climaxed, thinking everything was over, that I'd been right and that the sex had killed me.

When I finally got my brain working again I was snuggled up on Tim's lap, clinging to him. He was just sitting there holding me. Finding me aware of what was going on he helped me back onto my own seat. He punched open the glove box and took out these moistened tissues and handed them to me.

I needed them, I assure you. I hastily cleaned myself up and straightened my clothes, wondering what on earth I could say to him. I mean, he'd been so willing to help me and I'd just jumped on him like a wild thing.

I started to apologise but he just put a finger to my lips.

"Forget it," he said. "These things happen. Don't let it worry you. At least, you now know a little more about sex. Come on. Let's get you home."

We drove on to my place, neither of us saying anything. Tim seemed quite OK with what happened. He was actually whistling softly as we drove. He's nice. He didn't seem to mind at all. If he wants to give me another lesson I'd just have to make sure I'm more controlled.