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Horny Little Kid!

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When I was 12 I started babysitting. At first I was just the 'Mother's Helper' and then I started to watch the kids by myself. My parents lived across the street, so we were all safe. A local kid, Matt, who was eight-years-old, was a sex crazed little thing! All he ever did was lie on the floor and hump the ground. His sister, Lauren, at three years old, had no idea what he was doing. But I did. I don't even think Matt knew, that I knew, what he was doing. Every Friday we'd watch a movie and he'd be on the carpet humping away. He got up and his erection stood straight out in his pyjama bottoms. I couldn't help but stare. At 12, everything 'turns you on.' I knew it was wrong to stare, but I couldn't help it. Sometimes when he'd hump away I'd start tingling. When I watched him I started to squeeze my legs together and grind my hips deeper into the couch. I was getting so close just from the sight of him, and the minor rubbing from my jeans. Then, he got up and stopped. Damnit! He sat on the couch beside me and slowly I started to lose interest, knowing this was wrong anyway. He then jumped on me and started tickling my sides. It shocked me and I was for a moment grossed out by the feeling of his young penis brushing against my side. It then started to make me want to touch it. He sat in my lap, with his face facing mine and his legs around my body and was grinding into my stomach. I'm sure he thought I had no idea what he was doing. I didn't know WHAT to do. I wanted so badly to touch him and have him touch me, but I knew that was out of the question. I adjusted my body so that his penis was pressing against my jeans and clitoris. While I couldn't really feel much, I knew he could. When I moved apparently the crease in my jeans hit him in the right place and he was in heaven. You could tell by his expression. He was lightly moaning and kept grinding into my crotch. Every once in a while he'd tickle me and he started to tickle my breasts and nipples. All the while he'd giggle as if what he was doing was simply innocent. But I knew otherwise. Every ounce of me wanted to reach into his pjs and grab his penis and help him. I was fighting an inner battle with myself! I was tingling all over and desperately wanted to masturbate. He started pressing in harder and harder still having this determined look on his face. I couldn't resist any longer and started to tickle his sides. When I did this he squealed but I think it was more out of frustration. I had broken his concentration. To remedy this, I started to tickle his stomach and let my hand 'accidentally' brush his penis. This got him interested again and for a few moments he sat still just letting me tickle him. When I wasn't hitting his penis enough he started to move towards my hand. Finally he became brave and said, 'No! Tickle lower!' Part of me wanted SO BADLY to take his penis in my hand and pump away, but I knew it was horribly wrong and I couldn't. I told him he could tickle me instead. He went right for my thighs!! I parted my legs I guess out of instinct and he got serious and stared at my crotch. He told me to go back to watching the TV. I guess he thought I could get my mind off of what he was doing. So, I did. I watched the TV while he stared at my still jean covered crotch. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him look up at my face and then start tickling my stomach. He then went lower and tickled me on my crotch for three to five seconds. I acted like I didn't notice because I wanted him to continue. He stopped however and sat still in my lap. He turned around so we both were facing the TV and he backed up and leaned against my chest. Damnit. I could still see his angry erection in his pants and I knew he needed relief. Soon enough he got down on the floor and started humping away. This was getting so frustrating for me! I was dripping wet and every part of my body was tingling. It was like he knew that and he jumped back on me and began tickling again. He got into position, humping away at my crotch. He started to get in a rhythm and I saw a serious look take over his face. He grunted and pumped harder and then he started to shake and he actually got goosebumps. He then sighed. I assumed he'd orgasmed. His little body collapsed and he reached in his pants (something he's never done around me before) and humped his hands just for a few seconds. He left his hand in there for another few minutes just lightly grazing himself with his finger tip, still sitting on me. GOD I wanted to touch myself so badly. He was taking his other hand and caressing my arm up and down just doing what kids do. Drawing circles, making letters and trying to tickle me. Little did he know it was only driving me more and more crazy. When it was time for them to go to bed, I followed them upstairs and Matt went into his room while I helped Lauren get into her bed. Matt came in and asked if I'd read him a story. I went into his room and sat on the bed and began reading the story he picked out. Soon enough he was in my lap. This time using his hand clear as day to manipulate his penis. He was trying to make me look at it by pulling his pants down. He'd hop up and his penis would touch my hand. He'd grin ear to ear. He never did orgasm that time though, and I think it frustrated him. The story ended and I went back downstairs to watch TV. An hour later when I was sure both kids were asleep, I pulled down my jeans and took my fingers and 'went to town.' My body was jumping at every touch and I felt my vagina dripping and throbbing. I knew at any moment their parents could come home or that one of the kids could come down the stairs. Thinking of this just made it all the better. It took me 30 seconds to orgasm. I remember nearly biting my tongue to try to keep quiet. I just laid there, exposed, and relaxed. It felt so good to be naked in someone elses house. That orgasm is still one of the best I've ever had. Matt continued to play with himself around me for another year, I guess he then realized I might know what he was really doing. As he got older he started going to his bedroom and locking the door. The last time I babysat them Lauren was 10 and Matt was 15 (so, I was only really there for Lauren). I got to see a nice show that last time! But, that's another story.

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