By Bordertown
Copyright 2023 by Bordertown, all rights reserved
* * * * *Marc CFNM, Part 7.
This story follows on from Part 3: the Latina babysitters. Words: 3,300.
Back when Marc was 11, nearly 12.
The Argentinian babysitting sisters were Zoe, 14, Cat, 13, and twins
Alice and Anna, 12. They were stand-in babysitters when his regular
sitter, 20-year-old Juliana had gone to Brazil. At the start, it had
been just embarrassing, but then Zoe became emboldened, and treated him
like a play thing, like a real-life boy-doll. And worse, his devious
mother arranged for some babysitting lessons with additional girls in
attendance; young friends of Alice and Anna, who were understandably
curious, and quite keen to participate. And Marc knew he had to play
the game, if he wanted to keep receiving rewards, and travel the world
with his grandfather.
***
Thursday afternoon. Marc,
nearly 12. Injured from a dirt bike accident, he dozed in the living
room. In his pajamas, still battered and bruised. Arm in a sling. Body
damaged. Sore knee. Home alone.
4:29pm. The four Latinas let
themselves into the house. Fresh from private school, still in their
uniforms. Marc heard the front door, talking, laughter. The bath
faucet. They entered the living room. “Wakey, wakey Babydoll.” He sat
up on the designer couch. Pajama-ed feet on the floor. Head foggy. Zoe
and Cat sat either side. Alice and Anna sat on the floor, cross-legged
in their green-tartan school dresses. Ponytailed dark hair. Beautiful
young girls. Marc rubbed his sleepy eyes. Zoe and Cat kissed his
cheeks.
“You really are the cutest babydoll ever,” said Zoe.
The kissing continued. “Do you like that? Your mom told us to give you
lots and lots of kisses, like Juliana does.” Zoe grinned, like the cat
from Alice in Wonderland. “And when I told her you think Alice and Anna
are super-cute and pretty, she said that tomorrow, Alice and Anna and their friends can give you a thousand kisses. And maybe more.”
Marc didn’t respond. He kind-of liked the kissing, and the attention. But he wasn’t completely sold.
***
For the last few months, and since he began getting erections, the
kissing with 20-year-old Juliana had intensified. Every evening at the
end of his bath, she would spend excessive time stroking and cleaning
his erect penis. Always with knowing little smiles, and ooh la laas, and whispers of, Si grand … So big … And
whilst stroking, she would kiss his cheeks, and mouth. Then she’d
laugh, and tell him for the millionth time how cute he was.
***
Back on the couch, Zoe and Cat turned his head, and took turns kissing
his lips. To date, the four Latinas sisters had washed and changed his
bandages three times: the first time, Juliana had supervised as
14-year-old Zoe, and 13-year-old Zoe had washed him. And whilst being
towel dried, 12-year-olds Alice and Anna had stood at the bathroom
doorway and stared at his large, erected penis. Wide-eyed expressions
of shock on their young faces.
The second time, Zoe and Cat
had supervised as Alice and Anna had washed him. And to limit the
twins’ embarrassment, Marc had worn a sleep mask. But in the darkness,
he was certain the twins hadn’t touched his penis. The third time,
yesterday, had been Zoe and Cat only.
***
On the couch, Zoe and Cat continued with the kissing. “Who’s the boss?” asked Zoe.
Marc didn’t answer.
“Who’s in charge of you?”
“Me.”
“No – your babysitters are in charge of you.”
“I don’t need babysitters. I’m not a baby.”
Zoe touched his forehead. “It’s hot in here. You’re burning up.” She untied his
arm sling. “Let’s get these off.” She unbuttoned his pajama top, and
Cat helped pull it off. Marc held his wounded arm to his bare chest.
“Don’t forget, your mom gave us permission to spank your butt if we need to.”
“Whatever.”
“Stand up.” Her words were a command. He stood, gingerly, and trembled
on a damaged knee. Zoe whipped his pajama pants to his feet.
Marc’s big floppy penis was exposed, yet again. He faced Alice and Anna
full frontal as they sat on the floor, cross-legged, four feet away.
Zoe pulled him back to the couch. “Babysitters are professionals, and you must do as we say.”
“Don’t be so mean,” said Cat. “He gets embarrassed, especially with Alice and Anna.”
Zoe gave him some more kisses. “Tell us Babydoll, is it more
embarrassing with Alice and Anna? I guess they’re not much older than
you.”
“He’s blushing,” said Cat.
Marc trembled, as he always did when naked in public. He blushed some more.
“Tomorrow’s babysitting lesson will be super-fun with Alice and Anna’s friends coming, don’t you think?”
Marc didn’t answer.
“The twins are here today to watch – for another practice – you can never get too much learning.”
Zoe removed his pajama pants from his feet. Marc sat on the couch, totally naked. Zoe kissed him, “You okay, Babydoll?”
“He’s shaking,” said Cat. “It’s going to be even worse tomorrow with
the new girls. And some of them are younger than the twins.”
Zoe smiled, like a crocodile. She looked down to his big, flaccid penis. “He’s got nothing to be ashamed about.”
Cat opened her mouth. “Don’t be so mean.”
“Stand up.” Zoe commanded.
He stood, and she positioned Marc in front of her, at right angles,
facing Cat, and side-on to Alice and Anna, who had an excellent view of
his dangling penis.
“I’m just saying, that for an 11-year-old …”
“I’m nearly 12,” protested Marc.
“Don’t make him stand,” Cat said. “He’s got a sore knee.”
“Boys are tough.” Zoe slapped his butt. “Juliana has seen lots of naked boys in Brazil – lots of boys. And for his age, she said Marc is way bigger than average.” She paused, and smiled, devilishly of course. “Especially when it goes Ooh la la ...”
“Zoe!”
“Well – we’ve all seen it go Ooh la la.” She slapped his butt, again. “I didn’t know that almost 12-year-old boys could be so big.”
“Zoe!”
“It must be like, 5-inches or something. And it goes way up.” She used a finger to demonstrate the upward angle of his fully erected penis. “Can you imagine when he’s older?”
Cat didn’t answer. She was only 13, and didn’t know much about penises.
Actually, neither did Zoe, but she pretended she did. The eldest sister
held Marc’s hips and shook him sideways. His limp penis swayed and
jiggled. Zoe giggled with delight. Marc blushed some more.
“Zoe, don’t.”
Alice and Anna put their hands to their faces.
Cat jumped up to check the bath. The distant sound of water faded. She returned. “Bath’s ready.”
“Looking forward to tomorrow, Babydoll?”
Marc didn’t respond.
“You should be grateful there are so many lovely young girls to look after you.”
Marc remained silent.
“Who’s the prettiest?”
“Alice and Anna,” he said.
“Bath’s ready,” said Cat.
Zoe spanked his butt, three times.
“Stop hitting him,” said Cat.
But Zoe wasn’t done. “You better not go Ooh la la tomorrow, as some of new girls coming are much too young to see that.”
Marc said nothing, again.
“It’s bad enough with Alice and Anna.”
Cat chimed in. “You know boys can’t help it.”
Marc trembled.
Zoe grinned.
***
The next day, Friday.
At 11, nearly 12, Ariana was the exact same age as Marc, give or take a
few days. She was in Montreal for the weekend; an impromptu visit from
Europe with one of her wealthy aunts. Ariana and Marc’s families
(Marc’s grandfather mostly) moved in high-end business circles, and
they had been friends since forever. But lately, they hadn’t seen each
other much – usually when their families vacationed together. The last
time had been six months ago. But they video-called now and then. Like
Marc, she flew on private jets, went to exclusive schools, and had
personal tutors. Marc’s mother was thrilled she was in Montreal for the
weekend, and insisted Ariana attend the babysitting lesson, and stay the night. Perfect timing.
***
Mid-afternoon: Marc was asleep on the couch when Ariana was dropped off
at the house. His mother took the opportunity to update her on Marc’s
CFNM babysitting adventures. And she showed Ariana some family photos;
some featuring Marc’s big floppy penis, of course.
Ariana’s father was Danish; her mother Swiss. A gorgeous tween girl, who wore
exclusive designer clothes. Today, she showed off her mid-riff and
belly button, with a girly tween outfit: a short, pink skirt with a
light-yellow halter top.
At 3:01pm, Marc woke to the sight
of a beautiful angel kneeling beside him; long, brownish hair framing
an uber cute face. Marc didn’t know, but she’d been gently blowing on
his skin as she watched him sleep. She smiled. “You are a very handsome boy.”
He sat up on the couch. Head foggy. She sat down and hugged him. “OMG,
it’s so good to see you. You feeling okay? Your mom said you crashed
your dirt bike.”
Marc insisted he was fine, despite appearances.
Ariana chatted for about 5 minutes, non-stop. She positioned herself
kneeling sideways on the couch. She stared at him. Then a moment of
silence. She pushed him playfully.
“What?”
“I could be your girlfriend.”
“You are my girl-friend.”
“No, I mean your proper girlfriend.”
“Why?”
“It would be cool, and it would make other girls jealous.”
Marc shrugged.
Ariana asked about the upcoming babysitting lesson, and all the girls coming. Marc didn’t want to talk about it.
“Do you like my outfit?” She jumped up and put on some exaggerated
fashion poses. “From Paris.” She twirled, and Marc had a full view of
her, brown thighs, cute butt, and small panty briefs. The skimpy outfit
left little to the imagination, and showed off her flawless, light
caramel skin. And her tight halter top showed a flat chest, pretty
much. She knelt next to him on the couch again, and toyed with her
hair. “Are you glad to see me?”
“Of course.”
“So, can I be your girlfriend?”
Marc shrugged. “I guess.”
She squealed, leaned over and hugged him.
“Hey, my arm.”
“Oh, sorry.”
Silence. Then Ariana slouched, and leaned against the couch back. She
put a hand to his face, and traced is cheekbones, and jawline. “You are
such a beautiful boy.”
Marc didn’t say anything.
“Your mom told me about the babysitters, and your baths, and Juliana, and the sisters from Argentina, and everything.”
Marc said nothing.
“And she showed me some photos. And there’s one with you and your
little sisters in the bath, a recent one, and you are like … have no
clothes on.”
Marc didn’t say anything, again. About five seconds ticked by.
“So, I’ve totally seen you naked.”
Marc didn’t react.
“I wondered what it looked like.”
“Ari …”
“What? Girls are curious.”
Marc just shook his head.
“It’s much bigger than I thought.”
Marc turned to his new girlfriend.
Ari giggled, and hung her head. Then she looked up with a big smile. “I’ve seen a few boys, you know ...”
“What boys?”
“I’ve seen some boys … and my cousin Carlos, but he’s like, 16.”
“You shouldn’t talk like that.”
She shoved him, and put her arms around him, and nuzzled his neck. Marc
liked the physical contact. Her voice was muffled. “This is how
girlfriends hug their boyfriends.” She pulled away. She had mesmerizing
eyes. “And this is how they kiss their boyfriends.” Her mouth tasted
like something he’d never tasted before. He felt her tongue dart. His
head spun. She smelled amazing. A pretty girl smell. The kissing went
on, and on.
Marc panicked. He had a sudden erection. But there
was nothing he could do. A big, bulging tent in his cotton pajama
pants. Ariana kissed his neck, before pulling away and smiling with her
eyes. She spotted his big tent bulge. She sat down on her butt, so they
were side-by-side. Touching.
Marc waited, but she just sat there. He knew she’d seen it. She said, “It’s okay, I don’t mind.”
Marc didn’t know what to do.
“Are you embarrassed right now?”
“Yes.”
“Does that happen with your babysitters?”
Marc didn’t reply, and Ariana knew the answer. “OMG, it does! – wow,
this babysitting lesson is going to be super-awesome, and educational.”
Marc didn’t know about super-awesome, but he felt super-uncomfortable.
“My cousin Carlos just gave me an education.”
Marc turned to his new girlfriend, and she told him about her cousin
Carlos, 16, a bit of a nerd, a math and computer geek, but good
looking. They lived close, and despite the age gap, hung out together a
fair bit, especially after school.
A few weeks ago, Carlos
told Ariana that she was a very cute and pretty girl, and that when
they were together, he was getting erections. Ariana was a little
freaked out to hear this, but was kind-of curious to know more. Carlos
said it was very uncomfortable, and that if they continued to hang out
after school, he would have to take his pants off and get naked to
relieve the pressure. But what goes on in his bedroom, stays in his
bedroom, and she would have to swear to secrecy. And anyway, he blamed
her, because she was so cute and pretty, and he couldn’t help but get
excited.
Ariana didn’t know how to respond, but Carlos reassured her. He said she was a
very cool young girl, and mature for her age, and that when he got naked, he knew she would be totally okay with it.
Two more days passed, and nothing happened. But the next day, as they
played Monopoly on his bedroom floor, Carlos got up and removed his
school uniform, and everything else. Then he just knelt down at the
Monopoly board again, like everything was normal. Ariana was shocked to
suddenly see her cousin naked, and with a fully erected penis. But
Carlos remained calm, and continued to act like it was no big deal. He
told her to chill. It’s your turn, right?
They continued playing Monopoly, but now with Carlos’ very stiff cock fully exposed, and dribbling pre-cum.
Heavy with blood, his erection twitched, and moved up-and-down, and
swung around, like it had a mind of its own. His dick would often point
at Ariana across the board. He called his dick Prince Charming, and
Carlos asked Ariana if she liked the Prince, because she kept looking
him.
Whatever, she replied. And, if your parents find out about this, you’ll be in sooo much trouble.
You’re the one who gets the Prince so excited, and you should take some responsibility.
Whatever, said Ariana.
***
“After a while, I kind-of got used to it,” Ariana told Marc. “And Carlos was sooo
proud of Prince Charming, and he really wanted to show him off to me.
And he kept asking me if I liked him, and if I thought he was a good
size. And what did I think of his balls? And how come I’m always
staring at the Prince? And do I want to touch him?”
***
The next week, Carlos suggested that Ariana take her clothes off too. Ariana said no way. And she was much too young. Then Carlos offered 10 Euros to strip down to her underwear. Ariana said no way.
But then she thought about it, and it wasn’t much different to wearing
a bikini. And even though Ariana was privileged and spoilt, she didn’t
receive much of an allowance. So, the next day she said 20 Euros, but 20 each time. So,
it was agreed, and Carlos enjoyed seeing his young cousin in her
panties and halter top, which made him even more excited, and even more
pre-cum dribbled from the very stiff Prince Charming.
Soon after, Carlos suggested she remove her panties. Ariana said no way, that she was too young, and he was very rude for asking. She reminded him that if their parents found out, he’d be in very big, and very huge trouble. But Carlos repeated that it wasn’t his fault, and that she was making the prince excited. And, he added, you don’t have to look at the Prince if you don’t want to, but ummm … you kind-of stare at him a lot.
Whatever.
More days passed. They played Monopoly, with Ariana in her underwear,
and the fully erected prince dribbling pre-cum the whole, pretty much.
And then, Carlos offered her 100 Euros to remove her panties. Ariana said no way. But then she thought about it, and wondered how much her cousin would pay. That evening, she messaged him: Panty removal would be 500 Euros. Carlos replied: no way.
And they had a protracted back-and-forth, and settled on 300. But
Carlos insisted that she would have to follow his instructions.
***
As Ariana told him the story, Marc’s penis strained against the pajama
cotton. A big tent. Ariana looked down at it again, then she looked at
him, smiling. She tucked her hair behind her ears, and raised her
eyebrows. She giggled, then she jumped on her knees, sideways. She
leaned in, and whispered in his ear. “I wasn’t sure if you could do that or not.” Then she asked if he could shoot.
Marc just looked at her.
“Can you shoot sperm out? – you know, the white stuff?”
Marc shook his head to say no, not yet.
***
The next day after school, Carlos was naked in his bedroom, and Prince
Charming fully erected, as usual. Then Ariana arrived, and stripped out
of her school uniform to her underwear. Carlos held out the 300 Euros
cash, but snatched it back, teasingly. Ariana demanded the money first,
but Carlos said half-now, half-later. She took 150 in a
trembling hand. Carlos knelt down on his side of the Monopoly board. He
told her to stand on the other side, and slowly remove her panties.
Ariana was committed, and couldn’t back out. She closed her eyes, and
pulled her panties down, and stepped out of them. She stood there, eyes
shut, and felt the heat of her cousin’s eyes between her legs. Ariana
had some pubic hair, but not much, and her sweet little slit was fully
exposed.
After some unbearable seconds she dropped to her
knees, but Carlos said that if she wanted the other 150, she had to
play with her legs spread open wide, knees raised. She complied, and
rolled the dice. And a few minutes later, her cousin moaned. He rose up
on his knees and experienced an intense, hands-free orgasm. Ariana
described how Prince Charming twitched as gobs of white sperm shot out
and landed on the Monopoly board.
***
“And his
white sperm kept coming out, and then there was some clearer stuff, and
that kept oozing out as well. It went on for ages.”
Marc was a bit shocked; he wasn’t expecting to hear a story like that from his young European girlfriend.
***
4pm. An hour before the arrival of the other girls. Ariana went for a
swim, and when his erection subsided, Marc got off the couch, had a
pee, returned to the living room, and turned on the TV.
At
4:30, the house was suddenly crowded with girls. His wicked mother had
arranged everything, but she’d left the house and put 14-year-old Zoe
in charge of the babysitting lesson. Marc could almost taste the
upcoming humiliation.
There were 11 girls in total: the four
Latina sisters, six of Alice and Anna’s friends from their school and
dance classes – all 11-and-12-year-olds – and Ariana, who took
delight in telling the other girls that she was Marc’s European
girlfriend. Zoe introduced Marc to the six new girls as the ideal
babydoll for babysitting practice. “As you can see Marc is very
handsome, but injured, and he needs washing, and his bandages changed,
so you’ll get to learn some nursing too.”
Cat walked into the living room. “Bath’s ready.”