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Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels he or she is more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment the young person rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society like ours.
Angie’s story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: Breaking the moral code she has been taught. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any wanton new experience. Indeed, Angie makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard. But the truth is Angie is searching for meaning in her life, for love and affection, not just the pleasures of the flesh.
The Naughty Babysitter-the story of a young girl’s struggle to find herself, and the experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventual happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
“You’re such a pretty girl, Angie!” Cohn Brown told me as he sat by the couch.
I knew he wanted to fuck me but was frightened. Here it was two in the morning, his wife was sleeping in the next room, and I had never been screwed before. Still I wanted a man’s hands on me. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock between my legs. When you’re well developed and healthy, there isn’t much else that has the impact of fucking. A young girl thinks about it all the time until she goes crazy with desire.
“Oooooooo!” I moaned when I felt his hand push under the cover, fumbling for my breasts.
When they first asked me that evening to tend their kids I would have done it for free, because Cohn Brown was such a handsome man. Black bushy hair, thick eyebrows and a winning smile, he was a successful insurance salesman and I always wondered how many of those housewives he screwed when he was in their homes. I thought about it so often I got wet between the legs just imagining how big and hard his cock would be. So when they came home late and told me to spend the night, my little virgin pussy got to throbbing something fierce. I figured to sneak into their bedroom when they were asleep, lift those covers ever so carefully, and have a long look at that strange cock.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number TB-2013 in the original publications (a duplicate).