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story_codes: F/g(5), magic, cons

story_intro: Macy lives in a child's fantasy world of magic and castles. Never would the five year-old ever dream that her very own babysitter is a witch who has just the perfectly naughty spell meant for pretty little princesses.


story_language: English




Bewitched by the Babysitter

Written by madvlad


	Mrs. Draper let Helen in, noting the heavy book bag the twenty year-old was carrying. Many of the young women at the sitter service they used were college students who brought things to study after their young charges were tucked into bed. After Helen set the bag on the kitchen table, Mrs. Draper went through the usual list of things a sitter needed to know - phone numbers, food, bedtimes and such.

	The Drapers had one child, a five year-old girl named Macy whom Helen didn't see until she came hopping down the stairs, her golden locks bouncing with each step she reached. The girl was dressed in a very tight-fitting, light blue dance leotard with a gauzy skirt that Mrs. Draper explained was from a dance recital earlier in the year. 

	That explained the costume's especially snug fit - Macy had grown a little in the last six months or so. The girl wasn't wearing tights and Helen craved to run her hands over those smooth legs. When Macy spun about and made her skirt lift, Helen could see the child's cute buns slightly bulging out from under the seat of the leotard. Helen could picture them popping free, offering her two round little treats to snack on. 

	But of course it was the tiny bulge in front between Macy's luscious, five year-old thighs that was the most tempting. The material was stretched tight, showing off the rounded outline of the tyke's cunny and it was tugged into the innocent young slit to create the overall display of the temptingly wrapped present. Keeping her lips closed to conceal her salacious interest, Helen hungrily licked her teeth.

	Completing Macy's ensemble were a pair of wire framed, purple fabric wings, a plastic tiara festooned with costume gems, and a stick topped with a foil-covered star. After two unsuccessful attempts, Mrs. Draper managed to get her daughter's attention and introduce her to her sitter for the night.

	"I'm a magic fairy princess," Macy told Helen.

	Helen cocked her head and analyzed the wings.

	"They look more like butterfly wings to me," she said.

	Macy's brown eyes were quite serious when she responded.

	"I'm a magic butterfly fairy princess," she amended.

	"That's some good multi-tasking," Helen noted, earning a huge grin from Macy before the girl resumed her prancing and flitting about the house.

	After Mr. Draper came down and exchanged greetings with Helen, the couple left. So Helen let Macy take the lead in explaining what magic butterfly fairy princesses did and they had quite an adventure as the girl's imagination kept spinning new wonders. 

	After dinner, Macy wasn't interested in television, preferring to introduce her new friend to the world of princess ponies instead. Helen earned some points by letting the girl stay up a little later but eventually it was time for a bath and then bed. Taking her purse, Helen coaxed Macy along.

	Upstairs, Helen had the little girl naked and wet - just the way she liked them. As Macy played with some mermaid dolls (all of them princess, of course) in the tub, Helen broached the subject that would soon come to the fore.

	"What do you think of witches?' Helen asked Macy as the girl stood up to get washed.

	She was currently lathering the five year-old's juicy looking ass cheeks with a wash cloth, fighting the temptation to drop the cloth and get skin to skin on those curvy bits of flesh. Still, she got in some good squeezes.

	Macy's eyes grew large, not from the subtle fondling of her little rump but from the mention of witches.

	"Oooh! Witches are bad. They're mean and they don't like princesses at all. They always want to put bad spells on them."

	"But I like princesses," Helen countered.

	"You're not a witch," Macy laughed as she turned her body to face Helen.

	"I sure am," Helen said, truthfully. "All those books I brought? They're books on spells and potions that I'm studying."

	Helen admired the way the girl's bald vulva, shiny with bath water, puffed out in front - definitely very edible. Then she proceeded to wash it, careful to have only one layer of the washcloth between her fingers and the pudgy mound.

	Macy parted her legs subconsciously. She had never been washed that diligently there before and she rather liked it. Her thoughts, however, were on Helen's revelation.

	"Are you going to cook me and gobble me up?" she asked, her voice quivering.

	"No cooking, although I might enjoy a nibble or two," Helen answered lightly.

	Helen knew her coven leader would have had Macy on the floor with her legs spread long by now had she been here. The woman would have been eating the child all over, making Macy squirm and moan in a way a five year-old normally wouldn't know of. But Helen preferred to play with her meals a little more. Besides, she had an important task to do first.

	"We're different from the witches you hear in the stories," Helen continued as she rinsed Macy.
"We don't ride brooms and we just love princesses. Especially cute little fairy princesses like you."

	"Magic butterfly fairy princesses," Macy corrected.

	"Oh, right. Those too. How would you like me to use some good magic on you?"

	Macy chewed her lower lip as Helen rubbed her down with the towel.

	"Are you going to turn me into a frog?" Macy asked suspiciously.

	"No, only bad witches do that - and they only do that to princes."

	"Oh yeah," Macy realized before she made a scrunchy face. "That's not fun for princesses because then we have to kiss a frog! Yuck!"

	"No frogs," Helen promised.

	She led Macy to the bedroom and had her get on top of the quilt. Macy was perplexed because she wasn't wearing any pajamas yet and she always snuggled between the sheets. When Helen sat in a chair next to the bed, Macy thought she'd read her a bedtime story like her mommy or daddy did. But the woman began chanting softly in a different language while her fingers moved in the air.

	Macy felt heavy and couldn't move very well. But she also felt warm and didn't mind it as everything felt soothing. Then she felt something between her legs.

	In her mind, Helen moved toward the girl's crotch. Although her fingers were in the air just inches off her lap, she could feel the smoothness of Macy's thighs, teasing. She moved into the slit, finding the membrane she would not break but then stealing through the small opening in the middle to find the untouched treasure in Macy's body.

	Helen formed a presence in there, gradually coalescing. As it grew, Macy's cunny walls expanded. Her hymen became taut, but Helen controlled the presence so not to damage it. And then she moved it in deeper until she reached the cervix guarding the child's precious womb. 

	When the presence moved, Macy groaned as a carnal heat was kindled inside her immature sex. The presence swelled and contracted as it stroked back and forth finding the places in the five year-old's twat that were most sensitive. 

	Macy wanted to rub her mons in response to the thing happening inside her, but her arms would not obey. Helplessly, she whined and ground her ass against the quilt as her pussy became the center of her being.

	Watching the childish body writhing in a very provocative manner made Helen's crotch moisten. The witch made the presence thrust harder, producing louder cries of sexual need from Macy's young mouth. The hairless font of the little girl's sex became wet with her first ever lubrication as the thing copulated lovingly in her virgin snatch.

	Macy thrust her pelvis off the bed, offering her five year-old cuntlet to her ethereal lover. As her wails became more urgent the presence filled her more tightly. Helen could feel the drenched, silky flesh of the child's pussy sheath and gave the presence one more heave.

	Macy screamed as her pussy exploded and melted. At least that's what it felt like when her orgasm hit. Slumping on the bed, she groaned as the remaining quivers flowed through her.

	Taking a crystal vial from her purse, Helen unscrewed the cap leaned over the child. She placed the vial's opening between Macy's pudgy labia and allowed the little girl's draining cunny to fill it.

	The sexual nectar of a virgin was a potent ingredient in rituals and potions among Helen's kind. A prepubescent virgin made an even more powerful fruit to be carefully juiced. But most desirable of all were the little ones who had not reached their seventh birthday. They were unknowing and innocent and their younger age placed them closer to the true nature of life.  

	Replacing the cap, Helen saw Macy watching her.

	"I like magic," she said groggily.

	Helen placed the vial in her purse and got onto the bed, kissing Macy just below her belly button. Smiling at the girl, she licked her lips. This time was now for play. And the bald, glistening pussy tucked between Macy's legs was the toy.

	Helen started with the insides of Macy's thighs, licking them higher and higher until she reached the inner creases between her legs and groin. There she tasted just a hint of the child's snatch from the juices that had leaked there. Stiffening her tongue, Helen drew the tip over the two small bulges of Macy's mound in arcane designs that evoked arousal. Flicking her tongue into the slit, she pushed the plump labia apart and sampled more of the tot's flavor.

	Then she abandoned her slow approach and pressed her mouth over the child's cunt, drawing a soft exclamation of surprise and lust from Macy's innocent lips. She sucked on the delectable morsel of little girlishness, nibbling and pulling. Then she pushed her tongue in, finding Macy's cherry and sweeping over every tiny bit of it. 

	The presence she had induced beyond the fragile virgin barrier renewed. With her mind, Helen fucked the little girl with the presence as deep as her miniature tunnel would go while she slurped and caressed the delightful twatlet from the outside. 

	Macy's present fluids, diluted with the young woman's saliva, were no longer pure enough for potions, but Helen used what she was drinking to aid the arousal being induced by the pulsing, thrusting presence that sweetly ravaged the inner portion the tot's pussy. The five year-old virgin thrashed and wailed as one climax led to another and another; each growing in intensity. Macy was shaking as her steamy little twatlet pumped its nectar into her lover's sucking mouth. As another orgasmic wave crashed through her, Macy reached her limit. With her eyes rolling back in her head, the child fainted - both physically and sexually spent.

	Helen carefully and lovingly licked the little girl clean and let the presence dissipate. Parting Macy's outer lips to inspect, she found the damp little hymen perfectly intact and - finally - no more fluids leaking out. 

	Singing a soft spell Helen slipped the pajamas onto the slumbering child and tucked her under the quilt and top sheet. The spell would suppress Macy's memories of what happened after the bath unless Helen wanted to girl to recall them again.

	"That's a spell we use to put little princesses into a deep sleep," Helen whispered as she kissed Macy on the lips. 
	


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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