dn-335 the babysitter's hot panties (j t watson) 1980 Read online

  FOREWORD

  It is hard to conceive in this day and age, and especially in our Western society, that individual human beings could be and are now being treated like mere chattels and worse.

  Yet there are examples to be found all around us. Migrant workers labor for a pittance and are beaten or thrown out of their jobs if they protest against meager wages. Sharecroppers are forced to turn over as much as 30 percent of their produce to large landowners to pay off an ever-increasing debt whose termination they will never see.

  And then there is young Tara Bishop, an uninhibited college coed whose life is suddenly turned into a tortured nightmare as she becomes the unwitting victim of a gang of sex-starved men. Hour after hour, this young girl, who had only known kindness and luxury, is exposed to unimaginable filth and degradation until her sanity teeters on the brink.

  THE BABYSITTER'S HOT PANTIES -- a novel of warped, sadistic men and one girl who must suffer to give them pleasure. A message for today's society.

  The Publisher

  CHAPTER ONE

  Tara Bishop's heart was pounding fast as she walked the two blocks from her house to the Adderlys. It wasn't that she was afraid of the walk. What she was afraid of was taking another babysitting job.

  She hadn't agreed to baby-sit for anyone since the incident with Mr. Longworth.

  Lots of her old customers kept calling her, Tara was one of the best babysitters in the community, and one of the prettiest. Tara had honey colored hair, deep blue eyes, and an innocent-looking mouth that drove the boys crazy. And quite a few of the men.

  Also, Tara was well aware that her figure was better than a lot of college girls. Her breasts were already as big as melons, her stomach flat, and her ass had been described as bouncy although Tara wasn't quite sure what that meant.

  But Tara was well aware that she was gorgeous and she wasn't above a little harmless flirtation with the men of the homes where she did her babysitting.

  Until that scary night with Mr. Longworth! The Longworth's no longer lived in the community. They had moved out right after the incident. Perhaps Mr. Longworth had been afraid that Tara would tell, but he was wrong. Tara would never be able to tell anyone what had happened that night.

  She still remembered it vividly. It had been raining that night and Mr. Longworth had offered to drive her home. She was a little nervous because Mr. Longworth had been drinking. His face was a funny red color and she could smell the whiskey on his breath. But Tara didn't want her hair to get messed up from the rain, and she agreed to let him drive her.

  About halfway home Mr. Longworth had pulled the car over to the curb. It was a dark corner of the street and nobody could see them. There was a strange look on his face.

  "What are you doing, Mr. Longworth?" she had asked.

  "You're so pretty," he told her. "So pretty. I've never seen anyone as pretty as you."

  She started fighting him when he grabbed her around her waist and tried to put his hand under her skirt. She fought so hard that he finally had to give up. He was so drunk that he got out of breath quickly.

  She quickly tried to open the door but his strong hand clamped around her arm.

  "Let me go," she pleaded. She was scared to death. She had never been in a situation like this before.

  "I'll let you go, baby," he promised her. "But you got to do something for me. You got to help me out."

  He forced her hand down to his lap. He had somehow unzipped himself. For the first time her fingers touched a man's cock. She knew what it was called. She had seen it written on bathroom walls often enough. Yet, she had never expected to touch one so soon. She was a good girl.

  Despite her disgust, she felt a lewd kind of fascination with Mr. Longworth's cock. He made her do everything, but she could feel the funny feeling in her belly that sometimes happened when she touched herself. A kind of quivery feeling.

  "Wrap your fingers around it, little honey," Mr. Longworth moaned. "Wrap your fingers around it tight. That's right, sugar. Now move your hand up and down. Yeah, just like that."

  His hand moved to clutch at her wrist as she kept moving her fingers up and down on his swollen cock. The heat of his prick grew against the circle of her fingers. He made her move her hand faster.

  "Yeah," Mr. Longworth yelled. He humped his ass off the car seat as she jerked him off. "Yeah, yeah, shit yeah!"

  He gave a groan and his prick suddenly shot out a thick wad of sticky cream all over her fingers and hand. It was crazy but she kept moving her hand even after he had shot his wad. Finally he had to pull her hand away.

  Now she could feel his anger.

  "Can I get out now?" she had asked.

  "Yeah," he answered. "Get out, bitch! Get the fuck out!"

  She hadn't told anyone about what had happened. She had gone home and taken a long shower and slipped into bed. It wasn't so terrible beating him off. She had heard about girls doing it for the boys at school, but what had been bad was the way her body had responded. All that night she had twisted and turned and her body had ached with a desire she had never known before. She had used her finger on herself three times, but nothing seemed to do any good. She had finally dropped off into a restless sleep.

  That was the real reason that Tara had refused all babysitting jobs for so long.

  Tara wanted to take no chances that she could ever get into a situation like that again. She wasn't sure she could control the new feelings of desire she had discovered in her body. But that evening Dave Adderly had called and he had been insistent that she come over. He was willing to pay double. Tara had noticed her mother staring at her strangely as she started to turn Dave down. Tara didn't want to go into any explanations of why she was acting funny. Then, against her better judgement and took the job.

  She walked up the steps to the Adderlys' home and Dave Adderly and his wife appeared immediately at the door. Tara breathed a sigh of relief. She should have known that she had nothing to fear about Dave Adderly. He was such a nice man.

  "I'm so glad you decided to help us out," Dave said. "Young Billy's, already in bed so he won't give you any trouble. There's plenty in the fridge."

  "I'll be all right," she assured him.

  Dave Adderly took his wife's hand and they started down the steps. But then he remembered something else. "Oh yes. My brother Jack's spending a few days with us. He should be in later. Don't worry about him. He usually goes up to his room and straight to bed."

  "All right," she said, but Tara's heart had started pounding again. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with a man. Any man. She started to back out of the babysitting job, but the Adderlys were already walking to the car. She couldn't think of anything to say.

  The Adderlys left and Tara went inside the house. The first thing she did was check on Billy. He was asleep in his crib. She pulled the covers up round his neck and went back downstairs. She hadn't eaten supper, and she was feeling hungry. She went to the kitchen and fixed herself a sandwich. She was just pouring some milk when Jack Adderly walked in.

  One look and Tara knew she was in trouble.

  Jack Adderly was nothing like his brother. Jack was in his twenties, tall and muscular. He had black, wavy hair and brown eyes that seemed to look right through the light blue summer dress she had on. She had the sudden feeling that he could see the color of her bra and panties.

  "Who are you?"

  "I'm Tara Bishop," she answered. Her voice trembled. "I'm watching Billy tonight."

  "Working girl, huh?" he said. "Well, how about fixing me a sandwich?"

  She started to tell him that she wasn't a servant, but there was som
ething about this young man that demanded to be obeyed. She fixed him his sandwich. He ate it quickly and asked for another. She fixed him two more before he was satisfied.

  "You eat a lot," she said, nibbling at her own sandwich.

  "I'm a growing boy," he said. "I need to keep up my strength. The pros are going to be looking at me this yen. I'm one of the best linemen in college."

  "Lineman," she asked.

  "Football, baby. Where have you been?"

  She was a cheerleader at her school, but she really didn't know that much about sports. She didn't know why but just being near him was confusing.

  "Do you dance?" he asked suddenly.

  "Dance?" she asked.

  "Come on, honey. I know a pretty thing like you must dance. Dave's got some great records. Let's play a few."

  She knew that this was probably the time to stop. She was frightened, just as frightened as she'd been with Mr. Longworth. Yet, somehow she found herself getting up and following Jack into the den. She expected a fast dance. Instead Jack put on a slow tune and immediately pulled her into his arms.

  "You're going to like this record," he said. She only dimly heard the music. She was aware that every inch of his body was pressed against hers. His body felt lean and hard. The arms around her waist felt muscular. He took her breath away. Her knees started feeling weak.

  "I should go check on Billy," she said.

  "We're just getting started," he said.

  That was what Tara was afraid of. She pushed against his body but that only made him hold her tighter. He was no Mr. Longworth. He was strong enough to do what he wanted with her. Tara closed her eyes. She tried to fight the sudden feelings inside her. She couldn't. She kept remembering how hot and sweaty Mr. Longworth's hard cock had been. She kept remembering the sticky cum running over her fingers. And she kept remembering the hot way her pussy had felt. The way it was feeling now.

  She didn't realize she was pushing her body against his until she felt his hands sliding down her back and clutching her ass. The sudden move took her by surprise but she didn't try to fight it. Instead she only pressed her cunt closer and she could feel the hard lines of his cock trying to break out of his trousers.

  "Hey, baby," Jack said. "I didn't realize you were a wild one."

  Jack's voice sounded surprised but his hands took advantage. He gripped her ass cheeks as hard as he could and pushed his cock against her. It was like he was grinding his prick into her belly and cunt.

  "I'm not a wild one," she whispered. "Oh, you're going to have to stop."

  "Sure, baby," Jack said. "You just holler loud when you want me to stop."

  Jack didn't act like he had any intention of stopping. Maybe she didn't holler loud enough. He pushed her over to the couch and made her sit down. He sat down beside her and put his arm around her.

  "Such a pretty mouth," he said. "I've been thinking about kissing that mouth since I first walked in and saw you in the kitchen!"

  He kissed her, gently at first. Then his tongue started pushing at her mouth. She tried to keep her mouth shut, but she couldn't. His tongue slid between her lips and deep into her throat. She had never felt a man's rough tongue before. It felt so strange. She put her hand on his head to pull him away. Instead she found herself running her fingers through his thick hair.

  He kissed her for what seemed like hours. His tongue kept probing the inside of her mouth until she finally started pushing her tongue back against his.

  His free hand had been resting against her belly. Now she felt his fingers moving up until he was touching her tit. This time she did try to pull away but he held her easily. He might have been holding a child.

  His hand moved up, completely covering her left tit.

  "What a fucking tit," Jack moaned softly. "Shit, I've gone out with a lot of women and I haven't ever felt a tit that felt so good. Big and hot!"

  His hand kept caressing her tit and even stranger things were happening all over her body. Her tits felt hot and hard as rock. She could feel her nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra. They ached with desire. She knew her skirt had slid indecently up above her knees but she couldn't find the strength to pull it back down.

  She knew it was going to happen so she wasn't surprised when he took her hand and pressed it between his legs. What did surprise her was the long length of his cock. It was a lot bigger than Mr. Longworth's cock. It felt huge. She felt her entire body quivering as she ran her fingertips up and down the length of it.

  "It's so big," she whispered.

  "Wait until you set it out, baby," he said, "You're really going to know how big it is when I get it into that sweet pussy of yours."

  That was when Tara really knew that there was no going back. She was going to get fucked. This brawny young man was actually going to stick his hard prick inside her cunt and fuck her!

  "Please don't fuck me," she whispered. "I'll take it out. I'll play with it until you come, but please don't fuck me. I'm a virgin."

  "I don't need a fucking hand-job, baby," Jack said. "What I need is some pussy. And you're not going to be a virgin long."

  She knew that nothing was going to stop him. He reached around and found the zipper on her light summer dress. She struggled but he pulled it down easily. He raised up long enough to pull the dress completely off her.

  She was left in only her bra and panties.

  "Hot damn," Jack said as his eyes looked her up and down. She really looked delicious. What made her even more delicious was that Jack really believed she was a virgin. Those big, hot looking tits had never been sucked by anyone. A man had never had his cock in her sweet pussy. Jack was going to enjoy this.

  "Take your bra off," he told her. "Show me those big fine tits."

  She was so scared that she couldn't help crying. Tears streamed down her innocent looking face as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She hesitated. She didn't want to take the bra completely off. Jack didn't like waiting. He reached down and tore the bra off her shoulders. Tara's creamy tits jutted up proud and firm for his eyes.

  "Oh shit," Jack said. "You're fucking unbelievable, baby. You're a fucking dream come true. I've never seen a pair like that in my life."

  Jack got off the couch. He pulled his turtleneck shirt off and she saw that he was naked underneath. He had a gold chain around his neck. The chain touched the curly black hairs on his powerful-looking chest. He saw her looking and he smiled.

  "You like that, baby?" he asked. "You're going to like what else I've got even better."

  Tara wanted to turn her head. She didn't want to show him that she was fascinated. Somehow she couldn't. Her eyes remained riveted to him. He pulled down his trousers and kicked tahem off. His stiff prick seemed to fill his jockey shorts. Jack moved closer to the couch.

  "All right, honey," he said. "You take them off!"

  She looked up in shock, but she saw he meant it. He was grinning lewdly. She sat up straight and she took a deep breath. She couldn't stop her body from trembling. She put her hands on his sides and slowly moved them down until her fingers went underneath his shorts.

  "Hurry up, baby," he said. "We don't have all night!"

  She was scared, but she was also feeling the same thing she had felt with with Mr. Longworth. She wanted to put her hand between her own legs and rub herself. Her pussy felt all tingly and wet. She knew that her panties were damp from her juice.

  She slid the jockey shorts all the way down his legs. She tried not to look at the naked cock that stood straight out only inches from her face. It was hard not to look. She found her eyes drawn to the thick, sweaty cock-meat.

  "Take it in your hand, baby," he told her. "Feel it!"

  She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his sweaty cooks and it was just like it had been with Mr. Longworth. She lost control. Her hand started moving up and down and she could feel some of his lubricating cream running over her fingers.

  She wasn't ready when he put his hands behind her head a
nd pulled her face down to his crotch.

  "Lick it, bitch," he told her. "Clean it with your tongue!"

  She touched her lips to his sweaty cock and something almost like pain went through her body. She drew her head back in surprise.

  He jerked her head back. "Lick it, bitch!" he yelled.

  She did, and this time it wasn't like pain at all. She felt her body rocking with her first spasm of pleasure as she pushed her tongue up and down his salty dick. She had never dreamed it could be like this.

  It was Jack's turn to be surprised.

  "Shit," he said, "I've never met a bitch like you. You're getting hot just sucking cock. Shit, I'd like to come in your mouth. I'd like to fuck that beautiful face, but now I've got to have some of that sweet cunt."

  She knew she was acting crazy but she didn't want to give up licking his cock. She tried to put her head back when he forced her away. He had to slap her backwards.

  He forced her onto her back and he savagely ripped her panties down her legs. He put his hand between her legs. She felt his rough fingers part the puffy lips of her cunt. He thrust two fingers inside her cunt, and it hurt.

  "Don't do that," she pleaded. "Oh, that hurts. Let me lick it some more. Lick your dick."

  He forced her back and he spread her legs with one hand. He kept ramming his fingers in and out of her pussy. She felt invaded, at first. Then she began to feel juicy again and she found her ass moving in response to his probing fingers.

  He took his fingers out of her cunt and dropped his lean body down onto hers.

  "You're going to get fucked this time, baby," he told her. "This time you're going to get your ass fucked off!"

  He held her legs apart as he moved his body until his cock was pressing against her cunt lips. He gave slight push and she felt his cock head pop into her pussy. He pulled back a little and then stabbed a little deeper into her cunt.

  "Shit," he mooned. "You really are a virgin. Well, I'm going to get rid of that pretty soon!"

  Tara moaned as the felt him shove again. This time his prick head pressed against her virgin walls. It only lasted a second and he gave another hard shove. His prick head ripped her cherry away and his cock head went deep into her sizzling pussy.