The Babysitter (Female Version)

Cameron felt Tori caress and graze her breasts and slowly work her way down. Cameron moaned, indicating how she so desired her to keep going in this direction. Her nails kept stroking her down to the belly, but before she went any further, her index fingernail jumped up on her and figure-skated a circular pattern around her bellybutton.

She heard and felt her giggle through the kiss. Their lips detached.

"T—hee-hee-hee!...Tori!..."

Tori winked at her. "That's my name; ask me again, and I'll tell you the same."

"T—...T-Tori, that tickles!"

"It does?" she asked, playing coy. "Well, what's wrong with that, hmm?"

She batted her eyelashes so unbearably Cameron's heart surrendered.

"Absolutely nothing." She leaned her head up, fastened her lips to Tori's and prayed she'd never let her go.

The curly dirty blonde locks brushing over and around her face, neck and chest made Cameron feel safe and protected, and at the same time aroused and exhilarated. Oh, if only she had been able to appreciate her babysitter this much when she was a kid. Every so often she'd open her eyes to sneak a peek of Tori kissing her. So stunningly gorgeous... She hoped Tori took her leaking honeypot as the compliment it was. It was much more difficult to be angry or upset at the fact that Tori'd knocked her out with sleeping pills and tied her up naked like this in the throes of their steamy make-out session—on the contrary; she was now intensely glad, and grateful, that Tori had been the one to set the wheels in motion—and the realization that she was imminently intimate with a blazing hot 25-year-old bombshell. This was certainly beyond Cam's wildest 18-year-old dreams.

She barely even noticed when Tori's hand vacated her tummy, but she did notice her slip a warm, snug and cozy hand between her quivering legs, and begin to tenderly massage her pussy.

She gasped. Her belly drew in and her back arched. Her head tilted back, carrying Tori's back along with her as their lips held fast. Cameron's hands clenched into determined fists. Her muscles flexed, fighting the bonds with all conjurable might. She was dying to be able to reciprocate the manual loving: to search the enchanted forest of Tori's wavy blonde curls, to brave the slopes of her majestic curves, to assess the baby-softness of her even, smooth skin, to grip and squeeze her generous breasts, to feel her nipples nudge her palms, to reach between her legs and bring her womanhood to life with her mere fingertips. How she longed to bring her such divine sensations as Tori was bringing her.

Wave after wave of hot magic rode over her as the babysitter's skilled hand did its work. Pre-come oozed and spilled from her cunt, leaking over her hand, providing her with even yet more lubrication to ease her task. Performing the masturbation on her proved as well to turn Tori on like hell, so much so that she eventually had to extract her free arm from behind Cameron's shoulders just to release her boobs, fondling and groping at herself.

She broke the kiss. "Wanna suck on 'em, doll?" she breathed barely audibly.

Cameron vehemently nodded her head yes. Hell, yes, in fact.

Tori slipped her nipples into her mouth one at a time as she continued rubbing and jilling her all the time, and nuzzled, kissed and nibbled at the girl's cheek, her ear, her jaw, while her mouth was busy. Cameron closed each tasty nipple between her teeth, milking and suckling just lightly enough to keep from harming her.

It was Tori's turn to gasp. "GOD, yes," she praised. Her breath passed like a hot wind over Cameron's face. "God, yes, Cam...please, yes..." She tried to fumble down her own body with her free hand and get at her now sopping wet pussy.

"Mmmph...mm-mmmm-MMMMPH..." Cameron tried to utter with a mouthful of boob. It was fortunate her words couldn't be made out, she thought. Her old babysitter probably would not approve of the muffled language she was currently using, but given the circumstances, she thought Tori would forgive her.

Tori's hand pumped harder and faster into her aching, pulsating pussy. Her arm was beginning to throb along with it, but she couldn't forego and pass up on this kind of sublime rendezvous. She had to see the fruits of her labor be reaped. She couldn't really get a good handle on herself, but her own pussy told her that was all right. It was already delightfully tingling at the knowledge that she was in bed with Cameron, jilling her off, pecking and nipping at her, with a tit in her mouth.

The tit fell out of her mouth.

"OH!" Cam exclaimed, heaving a well-needed breath. The wet breast plopped on her own tits, now glistening in the light.

"Y'okay, babe?" asked Tori as she kept thrusting.

She nodded vigorously. "Way better than okay," she exhaled, pecking Tori's rosy cheek.

She grinned back at her. "That's my girl," she adulated, punctuating with another of her suggestive winks.

The next few moments saw them fall back into another lasting, fantastic kiss that warmed their bodies so much perspiration was culled from their pores. Tori's hand was still wildly ravaging Cameron's now blood-red pussy, and it wouldn't be able to withstand the sensations much longer. Meanwhile, Tori's swollen cunt was soaking her panties through and through itself, in desperate need of some undivided attention as well.

Cameron began to lurch and groan through the kisses as she neared her impending climax brought on from Tori's adept hand. Her toes stretched as far apart from one another as they would go, and her limbs flailed to the extent their restraints allowed. Her pussy squeezed and clenched on Tori's hand. Her clit bulged and throbbed sublimely.

Tori unleashed her from the kiss and smiled triumphantly. "I can feel it coming," she declared. "It's coming, isn't it?"

She nodded, just before her face convulsed into forced delirium and she began to scream.

The sight of her face was beautiful and sumptuous in this exquisite state. Cameron went on longingly tugging the ties on her wrists and ankles as the orgasm was sucked from her and her come exploded splashing out of her cunt. Even if she'd wanted to stop it, there was nothing she could do. And she liked that.

"Oh, YES!" Tori rejoiced, kissing her breast as she felt her come propel forth. "Good girl, honey! Give it to me!"

"AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAAAAAHHH! AAAAAAAHHH!!" Cameron cried helplessly and ecstatically as the orgasm electrified her head to toe. Gushing fluid squirted out, caking Tori's hand in hot sticky love. Tori verbally encouraged her along. "That's it, babe," she hollered over her screams. "'Atta girl. Good girl. Good job, sweetie! Way to go!"

Her congratulatory remarks were heard, but not computed all the way through. Cameron was violently dizzied by the rushes that'd overcome her. She was going to have a hard time intelligibly comprehending anything for a while. In fact, she was fading off behind the wall of sleep—again. Her eyes fluttered closed once more and her head fell and drooped to the side on her pillow.

Tori smiled warmly, dotting her sweaty flesh with a series of sweet kisses. She wiped most of Cameron's emission from her hand on her belly and licked off the rest. She let herself down on her back beside Cameron, using her forearm as a pillow and slipped her hands down between her own legs. She separated her soaking labia with her left hand and gracefully entered herself with her right. She tried to take it easy on her arm after all the work she'd just put it through with Cameron's vagina. She rolled over onto her side, hand in pussy, and breathed in Cameron's soft feminine scent.

She squeezed her hands between her damp thighs and gently sucked Cameron's tit and tongued her nipple. Oh, her skin was succulent. Now she had more of an idea of how she made Cameron feel a few minutes ago. She felt as if hot smoky fumes were radiating through the both of them and rising off their sticky bodies. Tori's face soon too winced into a portrait of famished yearning. She ceased sucking on her breast, leaving traces of loving salivation behind. She shifted position and laid her head on Cameron's boobs, trying to listen to her heart beating.

Her hot, stiff clit pulsed on her wrist. She clenched and squeezed her pussy on her fingers, energizing the already powerful passion surging up and down her body. She stretched, nudged one foot under Cameron's leg and laid her other over top of it, thigh-hugging her as she furiously went on jilling herself. Thirty seconds later, her vaginal wall tightened in on her, and her face scrunched in torrid sizzle. She veritably strangled the girl's thigh with her trembling gams. She didn't want her to wake up before she was ready for her to, so she tried to keep her joyous cries controlled.

At long, long last, her straw broke as well and her pussy squirted her own love fluid on both of them and the mattress. It looked like the sheet would need to be laundered anyway. No matter, they had time. Besides, she should be focusing on the astonishing orgasmic event fiercely striking through her every nerve right now.

A smaller pillow lay on Cameron's other side. Thinking quickly, Tori leaned over her as far as she could, opened wide, nipped the corner of the pillow in her teeth, crammed as much of it as she could in her mouth to muffle herself, and screamed.

"MMMMMPH!!" Tori shrieked. Even muzzled by the pillow, a fair deal of sound found its way out. Her fluid and come mixed together, collecting on her fingers. The last climactic sparks and zaps shocked her inside and out before she finally settled down. When she willed herself to pry her hands from her cunt, she pushed herself up so she didn't drop to sleep along with Cameron.

***

May 23rd, 9:16 p.m.

After getting herself up, undressed, and hopping in the shower for a little rinse, Tori borrowed a towel to wrap her panties in and put all her other clothes back on. Returning to the bedroom, she perched on the bed beside Cameron's still unconscious body and gave her shoulder a jostle.

She awakened. "Hm?..."

Tori smiled with her wink. "Hi there, angel-face."

Cameron blinked blankly at her a moment before her bearings came back.

"Oh, hel-lo there," she grinned back.

Tori nodded, matter-of-factly patting Cameron's thigh.

"...How's tricks?"

"Oh...y'know..." Cameron shrugged. "Well, uh—oh. Hey. Guess we better untie me now, then, huh?"

Tori pretended to consider the suggestion.

"MmmmmmIIII...don't think so."

Cameron's eyebrows arched.

"...Huh?"

Tori exhaled on her nails and shined them up on her top.

"Ehhh...why not?"

Tori smiled innocuously at her.

"'Member, uh...before we...y'know...when you were begging me to stop ticklin' ya?"

"...Yeah..."

"'Member, uh...what I said?"

Cameron began to feel a bit nervous.

"...No..."

Tori was plainly dragging out the final chapter to their evening, just to make her sweat.

"If memory serves, kiddo...I believe I said...

"'Silly, I haven't even gotten to your feet yet.'"

Tori waggled her eyebrows at her provocatively.

Cameron's face clouded over, unsurprisingly, half with terror and half with dismay. Her toes reflexively curled over each other, feeling the instinctive need to wrinkle up and desensitize the soles.

Tori's eyebrows tilted down as she gazed at Cameron, smirking with sadistic seduction.

"Oh, God, Tori..." pleaded Cameron, "...Please, for God's sake...after everything we've been through tonight already—"

"—There's nothing like a lovely game of 'This Little Piggie' to put the cherry on the parfait, now is there?" Tori finished for her, hopping to the floor and skipping around to the foot of the bed.

"God, Tori, no, please!" Cameron implored desperately. "I can't take any more!"

"Oh, now, don't be such a big baby, lady," Tori chided. "You're a fully grown eighteen-year-old woman! A quite impressive and voluptuous eighteen-year-old woman with a beautiful boddess of a goddess that just made some of my hopes and dreams come true a little while ago, I might add, but all just the same.

"You do remember this, don't'cha, kiddo? Just like the old days! Right?? Remember how I used to hold you upside-down by the feet so you couldn't get away?? Y'know, Cam, honey, your feet were always my favorite favorite spot on you. They always made you giggle so hard...you were so damn CUTE laughing like that, I just wanted to eat you up! So you can understand, now that you're a grown woman, I can't let this opportunity go by."

"Oh, but...but, Tori—!"

"Don't worry, dollface. You just came like a friggin' wildcat, I can see you're recovering, so I'll go easy on ya."

This still didn't yield Cameron a great deal of reassurance. Tori lowered to her knees on the floor and took hold of her big toes.

"Now then...

"These little piggies went to the supermarket for the great big Memorial Day sale that's coming up soon...

"Aaaand these little piggies stayed home and played a festive round of Uncle Wiggily Longears..."

"Aaaaaand these little piggies heartily chowed down on great big roast beef sandwiches and curly fries from Arby's...

"Buuuut these little piggies had none, 'cause they were vegetarians, and so strictly so in fact they felt those other two little piggies were barbarians..."

Cameron blew a raspberry. The babysitter had a phenomenal sense of humor.

"Aaaaaand these little piggies..."

She paused, holding on to the pinky toes for several moments. Cameron cringed, bracing herself. But as she held the cringing brace second after second after agonizing second...nothing happened.

She very slowly and cautiously opened one eye, then the other. She was about to raise her head, lean down and ask if Tori was going to finish this terrible game or what, but of course that was Tori's cue to do just so.

"Um...Tori?...Y—"

She let go of her pinky toes as her fingers jumped down and her horrific nails raked torturous patterns all over Cameron's soles. She shouted the last part to be heard over the girl's burst of hyena-like laughter.

"...Went 'wee-wee-wee-wee-wee-wee-wee' all the way home, 'cause their poor little bladders were full and they couldn't hold it any longer!!" she hollered. "Goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie-goochie!!"

The foot tickling went on nonstop for what had to be almost three straight minutes. When she finally let up, Cameron gasped and coughed out for a huge inhalation and gave her quite a verbal what-for.

"I thought you said you were gonna go easy on me!!"

She sighed sheepishly. "Yeah, I lied..." she admitted. "I...do that sometimes."

On went the torture. For Cameron, in a way, it was like the ultimate embarrassment. The babysitter won again. Just like always. No contest. Tori always managed to get the best of her, and to this day she still was.

After another ten to fifteen minutes of intolerable sole tickling torment resulting in a series of pinkish fingernail marks covering the bottoms of her feet, Tori at last stopped and set her free.

"Allllll right, babe," she announced, standing, and letting her out of the bonds she'd pinned her to her bed with. "All done."

Cameron threw out hastened wheezes of breath, gradually catching up with it again. Freaking FINALLY, she thought.

She took a well-needed bathroom break, cleaned herself up, found her clothes and redressed. When she came back out, Tori was waiting for her in the living room, sitting in the same seat she'd assumed as Cameron was studying that afternoon, reading the same magazine. The living room light was on, as was the TV, playing some sort of history show. The digital clocks on the FIOS box and DVD player read 10:25. Cameron's parents still wouldn't be home for another hour or three.

Tori saw her come out, and closed the magazine.

"Well, hey there, silly-pants!" she called. "And what's new with you then??"

A thought entered Cameron's mind. She didn't feel much like studying right now.

"Oh, well, as a matter of fact, I thought we might find a movie to watch," she offered.

"Oh, primo idea!" commented Tori. "Any one in particular?"

"Well, we could just channel surf, of course, or maybe I could find us a good DVD..."

Sitting on the floor in front of the set, Cameron patted the carpet beside her.

"Torrrrrriii...would you please come sit over here with me?" she asked. "Pretty please?"

Tori shrugged. She hopped up from the armchair, popped the magazine in its original spot under the coffee table and plopped on the floor next to Cameron.

"Here," Cameron said, handing her the remote. "You go ahead first."

"Okeydokey," said Tori, pressing the button to bring up the FIOS channel guide.

She never even saw it coming.

Cameron seized Tori around the middle, digging her fingers aggressively into her ribs, and wrestled her to the floor.

"PAYBACK TIIIIIIIME!!"

"AAAAAAAAHHHAAAHAAAAHAAAHHHAAAAAAAAA!!"

***

May 24th, 12:47 a.m.

Once Tori had let her guard down, Cameron had indeed jumped her and gotten her right back for all the years of torment she'd inflicted on her. Tori didn't exactly have the weight advantage anymore, and so once Cameron had seized the upper hand, she did just as the babysitter used to do to her, crawled up and sat on her, wreaking sweet, delicious revenge. Tori tried to fight her back, but Cameron was now too fueled from her history of being playfully tortured by her to let up. Eventually, it was at last she who had her begging and pleading for mercy. It was such a wonderful sound and a palatably powerful feeling. Now she understood why Tori'd never shown her any mercy growing up. This really was fun! Now if not totally even, they were at least a little closer.

After they called a truce and agreed no more tickling for the evening—for either of them—they settled down to really find something to watch on TV. This time they didn't have to call and order out; there was a pizza in the freezer, so Cameron tossed it in the oven for them. As they sat together eating in front of the tube, Cameron wondered if they would see anything in the way of a future encounter. Tori still normally lived out of town. When might she be back again, and would she have time to pay another visit? Did she now reside especially far away? Would Cameron be able to possibly set aside a day or two during the summer and come out and stop by Tori's place?

Would Tori even be interested in seeing her again, as maybe more than a friend?

Mitch and Jean finally arrived back home at roughly a quarter to one in the morning. They reentered the door to find their daughter and her babysitter on the floor together with stuffed tummies.

"Well, I trust everything went nicely between you two?" Jean asked, as her husband locked the door behind them.

"Oh, utterly splendee-do, Mrs. D.," Tori replied, as Cameron threw them an A-OK sign.

"Good!" said Mitch. "Well, kids, we are bushed. We are changing and going right to bed. Don't you stay up too late now."

"Yeah, actually," said Tori, slowly pushing herself up, "I should be hitting the road myself. Thanks so much for letting me come over again, you guys, I really had a great time."

"Oh, Tori, of course!" said Jean as they headed to their bedroom. "You're always welcome here, you know that."

Cameron pushed herself up along with her.