Just after I turned eighteen I was babysitting for Mr Morris. His wife was away for a week, visiting her mother, and he had an appointment he had to keep, so up rolls the sitter, me.
I had no problems handling two small children. I just played with them, fed them, played some more to tire them out, and tucked them into bed before sleepy became grumpy. They zonked off and I just relaxed until Mr Morris got home.
That last bit was the theory, anyway. My relaxation was disturbed by a small wail, one that threatened to get louder if not attended to. I hastened into the bedroom and the stench told me what was wrong. I'd just started to change the little stinker when Mr Morris appeared, standing in the doorway and laughing at me.
"You're doing a great job," he told me. "Carry on."
He promptly vanished again, leaving me muttering and changing stinky pants. I then had to spend an extra ten minutes soothing the little wretch, persuading him that he really was tired and wanted to sleep.
That done I decided to go and wash my hands. I was fairly sure they weren't covered in crap but the smell certainly lingered. I headed towards the bathroom and went in.
It turned out that Mr Morris had decided to take a shower. I hadn't known that. He should have locked the door, anyway. I guess in his own house he was used to not locking it. The first thing I saw when I walked in was Mr Morris standing there in all his glory, a towel dangling from his hand and a surprised look on his face. He wasn't as surprised as I was, let me tell you.
My first reaction was to turn and bolt. A perfectly normal and automatic reaction to this sort of situation, I'm sure you agree. Unfortunately, another sort of automatic reaction is to look at anything that moves near your line of sight. I mean, something moves, you look, probably to make sure it's not a danger to you.
In this case the thing that was moving and that I automatically looked at was his cock. Yes, I'd sort of noticed that he had one, which had contributed to my blush, but it had just been dangling there. Now it was moving, and that's what attracted my attention.
It was twitching and swelling, growing larger. Not just growing larger but starting to stand out. Before I could tear my eyes away it just reared itself up and stood up without being touched. My god the thing was now huge.
"Ah, ah, um, doesn't that thing hurt swollen like that," I asked, shocked to see it.
"Not really," he said. "I certainly am aware that it has become erect but there's a simple solution to reducing it, one which I'll now put into practice."
Yeah. Naïve little me had no idea what he was talking about. I was totally unprepared and shocked by what happened next. He just grabbed me and pulled me up against him. His hands slid down over my bottom, up inside my dress and back to my bottom, and then he hooked onto my panties and his hands went down again, taking those panties with him.
I gave a squeal and tried to push him away but he just laughed. His hands were cupping my bottom again and he lifted me and stepped out of the bathroom and into the hall.
"You'd have found the tiles in the bathroom dreadfully cold and wet against your bottom," he said. "The carpet here is softer and warmer."
I was like, "Say what?" and then he was pushing me down onto the carpet. He also lifted my dress up, exposing everything I had, much to my embarrassment.
"What are you trying to do?" demanded naïve little me.
"Well, you caused this," he said indicating his cock, "so I thought it only fair you provide the cure."
"Me?" I demanded. How did I cause that?
"Yes you. I could feel your eyes touching me and reacted accordingly."
I mean, really? He expected me to believe that garbage? It registered that he didn't care if I believed him or not. He was pushing my legs apart and moving between them. Now he was half lying on me, one hand rubbing me between the legs, much to my embarrassment, and the other fondling my breasts, still embarrassing but not as bad as the other. I was starting to feel very strange down below.
He suddenly lifted his hips and I could feel him moving his cock against me. He was going to try to stick that thing in me, I just knew it. I tried to wriggle out from under, and I definitely protested. I promptly found out that it wasn't going to be a case of try because his cock was already invading me.
I'd always heard that the first time hurt but it didn't for me. I felt something give and then his cock was sliding into me, no allowances made for any experience I may or may not have had. He was just sticking it in. It felt, ah, it felt, I don't know. I certainly felt something and then he was fully inside me, my passage stretched and full of cock. It was a case of I can't believe this, but that didn't do anything about the cock inside me.
He started bouncing on me. That's the only way I can describe it, bouncing. His cock was going in and out, moving at a fair pace. Intellectually I knew what he was doing but of practical experience I had none. Intellectually I knew that I was supposed to move with him but I wasn't sure if that included during what was self-evidently rape. The hell with it, was my decision, and I did my best to move with him.
What was it like? Incredible. It was immediately obvious to me why people liked this sort of thing. Not that I'd have let him if I'd had a choice but I didn't so I might as well make the best of it. I have to admit that the best of it was pretty good, too. Every time he banged into me I had the most amazing sensations and they seemed to accumulate, each one adding to the total. His fondling of my breasts was doing its own little bit, and I was heating up inside in an incredible manner. I did wonder what it would be like if my breasts were bare to his hands.
He kept bouncing and I found myself yowling and carrying on, not in protest as you might think but in appreciation for what was happening. This whole scenario was fantastic and I had no regrets about it. (Not yet, anyway. Who knew about later? Who cared?)
I was getting hotter and hotter and everything inside me seemed to be screwing up tighter. He finally gave a groan and seemed to be trying to go even faster and the extra urgency did something inside me and I had my first genuine orgasm, screaming as it swept over me, feeling him pumping frantically at the same time.
He moved off me and I was interested to notice that his cock seemed somewhat smaller and was already starting to droop. Doing that was all he needed to make it shrink again? He reached into the bathroom and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself. A bit late for a bout of shyness and modesty wouldn't you think.
"You might like to freshen up," he told me, indicating the bathroom. "While you're doing that I'll get dressed and get your pay."
I shrugged and went and had a quick shower. My whole body seemed to be warm and glowing and the warm water just contributed to that feeling. Drying off and dressing I went to see where Mr Morris was. I found him in the front room, looking rather nervous for some reason.
"Ah, Justine," he said in what was more of a mumble than anything else. Handing me an envelope he continued, "This is your agreed payment but I felt it would be only fair to add something extra because of what happened."
If he wanted to pay me extra that was fine by me.
"Ah, it might be better not to mention what happened to Jane," he added. "She can be rather unreasonable over some things."
"Sure, I understand," I said with a shrug. I guess she could get upset if he made a habit of jumping and raping the sitters. That sort of thing could make it hard to get another one.
"I'll be going," I told him, tucking the envelope into my handbag. "Feel free to call me if you have another sitting job."
For some reason he looked rather surprised at that. I don't know why. I am their normal sitter. I headed off home.
Next morning I got up, stretched, and contemplated the day ahead. It was a Saturday and I had nothing planned. Maybe I should put some thought into what Mr Morris did to be, perhaps get some advice on the matter. Now that, I decided, was a brilliant idea. I'd go and talk to Max. Maybe he could be persuaded to give me a demonstration. That'd be nice.
I shivered slightly at the thought. Then I had another thought. He was a rather masterful type. Maybe it would be better if he suggested it. All I'd have to do would be to agree to what he wanted.
Max was a man who lives a few doors down. He always seemed to have time to stop and chat and was always friendly. Admittedly he was a bit older than me, probably almost twice my age, but that didn't stop him from being friendly and personable. Come to think of it he was also built like a bruiser, big and bulky with a lot of muscles. From the look of them I'd say they were real muscles, too, not gym earned ones.
I strolled down to his place and by good fortune found him working in the garden.
"Max," I said, strolling in and watching him work.
"Justine," he replied and kept right on working.
"You seem to have something on your mind," he finally said. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yes. Yes I do," I told him. "It's about something that happened last night. Um, you know I do baby-sitting sometimes?"
He nodded.
"Yes, well last night the man I was sitting for grabbed me, pulled my panties down, and raped me. He took me completely by surprise when he did that."
Max was now standing stock still.
"Really? I somehow had the feeling that you were a virgin."
"Yes, well yesterday you would have been right. Anyway I was wondering if it's always like that."
"I take it that it was painful and you didn't enjoy it at all."
For some reason he sounded angry. I hastened to correct any misapprehensions that he may have had.
"Oh no. It didn't hurt at all, not even when he first started. It did feel really strange to start with but once he got going I have to admit that it felt absolutely marvellous."
