Message-ID: <41513asstr$1048842604@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <pan_thepiper@hotmail.com> X-Originating-Email: [pan_thepiper@hotmail.com] From: "Pan ThePiper" <pan_thepiper@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <F811pMuBeZVo2d3gwhD00000bc8@hotmail.com> X-OriginalArrivalTime: 28 Mar 2003 04:47:51.0350 (UTC) FILETIME=[30389D60:01C2F4E5] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2003 20:47:51 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Dane's Babysitter {Pan} (Mf, fm-1st, oral) Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 04:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2003/41513> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw Dane's Babysitter (Mf, fm-1st, oral) by Pan (c) 2003 3/2003 Dane grew up with privileges and hardships. He was privileged to grow up in a house of means. He went to the finest catholic school in the city, he lived in a big house with nine bedrooms, and he was never wanting for toys, video games, or clothes. But he also lived with his share of hardships. He never knew his mother as she gave up custody to his father when he was just a baby. His father was a very successful businessman, and he spent little time with his son. The house was empty other than the two of them. His parents had never had more children, so he had no brothers and sisters. And now that he had just turned nine, they had moved to a new city, where he knew no one. There were many nights when his father couldn't even come home. Those hard nights would later turn out to be privileged ones. Those nights Dane got to spend time with Rachel Yee, his baby sitter. Rachel was a nice Chinese girl from St. Bonaventure, the school where they both attended, but she was fifteen and in high school. Dane usually got home from school by himself, a pretty self reliant kid with auburn locks and blue eyes. But on nights when his father wouldn't be home, Rachel would come over to take care of dinner and to just watch him and their large house. Dane had never met a Chinese girl before, and he thought that she was beautiful. She was five foot six, taller than Dane by five inches, but weighed in at lighter than Dane at about less than a hundred pounds. Her hair was long and darker than any he had seen before. Her eyes where sharp on the ends, to a precision point, while round and soft closer to her nose. She was fifteen, only six years older than Dane himself, and had already grown into a mature shape with small C-cup breasts and an hour glass figure. Before Rachel, he never thought about girls in that way, but after Rachel, he would never see them the same again. He and Rachel would get along great when she would come over. She was still very young and playful at heart. She wasn't like the other teenagers Dane knew, all concerned about growing up and acting like adults. She enjoyed playing video games with Dane and they watched TV together. That was when Rachel wasn't doing homework. She was a good student, and hardworking. Dane admired that about her. One night, when she was over to watch Dane, his father had had to stay late at the office to take care of some major business, she had fallen asleep in front of the television. Her slender body had stretched out on the couch, a book on top of her chest, and the chatter of some late night talk show yammering something unimportant. Dane himself was way past his bedtime. He had been up still playing video games on his console in his bedroom while Rachel was pre- occupied with work. He discovered Rachel asleep when he went downstairs to get a glass of water. Coming down he saw his babysitter's sleeping form as he passed the living room on the way to the kitchen. After getting his water he went back to the living room. Going to the coffee table he picked up the remote and turned off the TV. Rachel was still asleep. She must have been working hard, Dane thought. She didn't even stir. Dane then noticed that one knee was up, leaning against the couch back. Her mini skirt had slid up her thigh, exposing most of her leg. Dane liked seeing Rachel dressed outside of school clothes. She tended to be dressed in very skimpy outfits when she came to baby sit. He figured she just didn't have the opportunity with St. Bonaventure's uniforms. Tonight she wore a black mini skirt and a tight green t- shirt that was cut off at the midriff. Dane, still trying to be helpful, removed Rachel's book and put it on the coffee table. Rachel still only gently breathed. Her breasts heaved underneath the t-shirt, showing Dane that she didn't wear a bra. Unable to contain his curiosity any longer he moved his hands towards her shirt. Lifting it up, he tried to tug as much shirt and as little flesh as possible. Sliding up like an opening treasure chest, Rachel's breasts became mostly uncovered. Dane could barely move in the excitement. They were so smooth and soft. Her nipples were small and pointed, like little traffic cones. Dane put his glass of water down. His other hand had other things to do. Unable to defeat his better judgment, he reached out and caressed Rachel's left breast. It was as soft and warm as he had imagined. Then, Rachel moved. Dane's heart jumped two whole beats, but he could do nothing except stand there with one hand lifting her shirt and his other on her chest. But to Dane's relief she didn't wake up. And to his joy, she even raised both arms above her head. She parted her small but pouty lips as she took in a big breath. Dane did not know it at the time, but she was responding subconsciously to his touch. She was getting turned on in her sleep. Dane's hands continued their exploration. They circled her nipples until they fully stood at attention. He marveled at the change in terrain on her soft mountains. Next he put down the edge of her shirt. It was already pulled up so it left the bottom halves of her breasts exposed. Dane then took half a slide down the couch and lifted the bottom of Rachel's mini skirt. He did the same with the skirt as he did with the shirt, and soon he was rewarded with the sight of lacy red panties. While one of Rachel's leg was up with a knee leaning against the back of the couch, the other leg was dangling off the couch, leaving her legs partially open. Dane had been told that there was a hole on girls where his penis was, but it still amazed him how different it was. He reached down and touched her mons through the lace. She took in another deep breath in blissful sleepy response. Then, daring more than he probably should have, he pulled away from her body the strip of panty that went underneath and in between. There he saw the reddish-pink that was her vagina. He reached one finger in and touched her private softness. It was then that lights pulled into the driveway. His father had come home. Dane stood up and left Rachel on the couch. Only when he was on the top of the stairs did he remember that he left his babysitter half naked on the couch. But it was too late to go back. From the safety of his room, Dane heard his father come into the house. A few minutes past and then he heard his father and Rachel talking. They were too far away to make out what they were saying, but it sounded like they were just passing pleasantries. Usually Dane wasn't up to hear Rachel leave the house. A few more minutes past as he heard Rachel's familiar melodic laugh at something his father had said. Soon though, things were quiet, and Dane wondered what was going on. He hadn't heard the front door, which was huge and loud, close, so Rachel must have still have been in the house. Curiosity again conquered, and Dane slipped into the hallway. He snuck down the stairs little by little until he could see in the living room. There, his father was standing facing Rachel, who was also standing. He was to his father's back, and Dane could see Rachel facing his father with her back to the couch's back. His father's left hand was caressing Rachel's face, and she was closing her eyes and enjoying it. His father's other hand was soon up Rachel's t- shirt, and he saw from underneath the fabric, his hands fondling the same breasts he hand been just minutes before. Like directing a ballet dancer to pirouette, Dane's father turned Rachel around until she too was facing away from Dane. Pushing her upper back forward, and tilting her hips toward him he gracefully guided her to bend over the couch's back. Her hands rested on top of the couch, bracing for whatever Dane's father would do. He didn't waste any time. He reached up and undid her black miniskirt and pulled it off. Dane then noticed that Rachel was wearing a thong for panties. His father caressed her round butt cheeks a little before he pulled the panties down - but not all the way, just far enough down her thighs to make her accessible. Dane then watched his father plunge his fingers into the same vagina he was only poking at before. Rachel made a gasp as she was invaded. Then she moaned as Dane's father skillfully manipulated and pleasured her. Dane was startled to see his father move his fingers up her vagina with such precision and well thought out strokes. With his other hand he held her belly and body in place as he rifled through her. When Rachel began to breathe at a regularly accelerated pace, Dane's father pulled his fingers out and undid his pants. He then pulled out his already massively stiff penis and aimed it at Rachel's young pussy. With a deliberate thrust he penetrated Rachel. A gasp ushered in his entry. While he continued to thrust into her one hand steadied her hips and the other shot up her belly and up her shirt. Dane watched transfixed as his father slowly and purposefully plunged the depths of his fifteen year old babysitter. Rachel's dark hair tossed back and forth as she rocked to the motion of the thrusts. Dane marveled as his father's penis slid in and out of her little body slick with her juices. He never imagined that a body could produce so much moisture. Soon, Dane's father quickened his pace. Rachel whimpered a little but held on tight to the couch. With a jerk of his body, Dane's father finished off his last couple pushes into Rachel. He held himself into her for a few seconds then pulled out a limp penis. Rachel was panting while bent over the couch still, her little body shaking from the sensation. She wasn't finished yet, and Dane's father knew it. Two fingers went up her vagina and continued the work he left off. Rachel's body picked up right where it had left off again, and Dane watched carefully as his father massaged Rachel from behind. Soon Rachel's body was convulsing with pleasure and she let out a quiet sigh of relief. Dane's father turned the girl around and gave her a deep kiss which she returned wrapping her arms around his neck. Dane backed up the stairs in case he was seen, but stayed close enough to hear them talk. "Well, that was nice, Mr. Jones," Rachel said. "It was more than nice," Dane's father said in his British accent. "It was wonderful. Is it late? Do you want to stay the night?" "No, sorry, Mr. Jones, but I should be getting back. Thanks for leaving me dinner, though." "If you're going to be watching my boy, dear, you should have a good meal. Oh and here's your babysitting pay." "Mr. Jones, please. Just regular babysitting rate is fine - everything else was my pleasure." "You're a good girl. Can I offer you a ride home? It is quite dark out." "Sure thing, Mr. Jones. Thanks." After the heavy door closed, Dane made his way back to his bed. His life forever changed. For the next few days Dane's father came home at a regular hour, so Rachel didn't need to come over. Much to Dane's disappointment. Dane's father would come home and cook or bring home dinner. His father never really mentioned anything strange, even though to Dane, everything was different. Dane built up enough courage to ask a question once during dinner. "Is Rachel a pretty girl?" Dane asked. His father didn't even skip a beat as he continued eating. His spectacles were low on his nose as he was reading a paper while at the dinner table. "Yes she is, Dane," he responded in his British accent without even looking up. "Rachel is a pretty girl and will one day grow up to be a beautiful woman. Do you think she's pretty?" Dane thought about it for a moment. Almost like it was a poker hand he didn't know if he wanted to show yet. He thought that Rachel was gorgeous, but he didn't know if he wanted to admit that to his father. "Yeah, I guess so," was all he managed. Dane grew up in the states, and his mother was American, so he never developed the accent. His father then put down the paper and pushed his glasses further towards his eyes and looked at his son. Dane stopped eating too, fearing that his father saw everything, which he did. Or at least he recognized Dane's growing attraction to his babysitter. "Rachel's a very pretty girl, Dane. You'll discover when you're older that they don't get much prettier than Rachel. And she's a good girl too. You should always remember to treat good girls and women well." "Yes, sir." "I'm going to be working late tomorrow, and I'll be asking Rachel to swing by then. Would that be alright or would you like to come into the office?" "Umm.... I have some homework I need to do here, so I think I'll stay home." "Very well. Don't stay up too late, I know Rachel spoils you sometimes." "Yes, sir." Inside, Dane was ecstatic. Rachel would be here tomorrow night. The next day wouldn't go by fast enough. The hours ticked by so slowly until school was over. Dane thought the quarters passed by like great glaciers or that boring sport that his father watched, cricket, which could take days to complete. But eventually Dane got home, and did his homework quicker than he had ever done them before. Just before dinner time, Rachel arrived with a cheery smile. "Hi, Dane," she said coming in without even knocking. She was fully allowed to come and go as she liked. "What did your dad leave for us for dinner?" Rachel was wearing that day, since it was still late summer, a pair of short red hot pants and a sleeveless white button down shirt. They had a pleasant dinner, and then watched some TV. That night, wrestling was on, and they had a great time booing and cheering for their favorite wrestlers. Near the end of the program, Rachel leapt onto Dane while they were on the couch and put him in a headlock. They began to pretend to wrestle. They had done this before, but Dane had never before been so aware of Rachel's breasts squeezing against him, or of how smooth her thighs felt when they wrapped around him. Soon the pressure building from his hard-on was unmaskeable under his shorts, and he knew that Rachel could feel it as they wrestled. Rachel stopped and faked catching her breath. "Looks like you got a bruise down there, Macho- man," Rachel said pointing at Dane's obvious bulge. Dane turned beat red and didn't know what to do or say. To have her know that he thought about her in that way would be impossible. He would never be able to show his face to her again. "Dane, don't look like you're about to die. It's perfectly natural," Rachel said trying to make Dane more comfortable, but Dane still couldn't say anything and mentally tried to ease his penis down, but it didn't want to respond, except to Rachel. "Do you think I'm pretty?" Rachel asked. "Of course," Dane responded almost defensively, as if Rachel could ever doubt her own beauty. "You're very pretty." "Thank you, you're so sweet. Well that explains your body's little hello to me. That's all it is. What do you think is pretty about me, Dane?" "Well... umm... you have a really pretty face... umm..." "Thank you again. Don't worry about that. My body does the same thing." "It does?" was all Dane could get out in surprise. "Well, not exactly the same, but these swell up when they get extra attention," Rachel said pointing to her breasts. Rachel then lowered her voice in a conspiratory tone, "you wanna see?" Dane could barely believe what he was hearing from the beautiful Chinese girl sitting on the couch with him. He couldn't even speak. He just nodded. Rachel undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing her cleavage and then finally when she unbuttoned as far as her belly button she pulled apart her shirt and exposed her unfettered breasts. The nipples pointed directly at Dane as Rachel pushed her chest forward. "Touch them. Go ahead. They're not always like this." Dane still had to think twice and have his brain double check what he had just heard. At best he was hoping for another opportunity where Rachel would fall asleep. This was beyond his dreams. Dane did not hesitate and slid down the couch next to Rachel and with only one hand touched her left breast. Rachel smiled at him as he circled her nipple, feeling her risen flesh. "You can squeeze harder. They're not going to break. Use your other hand too." Dane obeyed instantly. Both of his young hands were now fondling the fifteen year old's firm c-cup breasts. She continued to smile at her young ward, discovering her body. "Remember," Rachel told him, "not everybody can touch me like this. Only really special friends can do it. And we are really special friends. Got it?" "Yes." "Can you feel them getting just a little bigger?" "Umm... not sure." "Well, trust me, they are. See my body does the same thing as this," she said and touched Dane's cock through his shorts. It responded by almost bursting forth. "Wow, you have a big one in there. We're really special friends right?" "Yeah, Rachel." "Being your special friend, can I see your penis?" "Sure," Dane said as he sat back. He did not hesitate one second before he slid his shorts down. "You ARE your father's son," Rachel whispered more to herself than to Dane. She stared at his raging penis with true desire and even licked her lips once. She crawled over him, still with her shirt wide open, and gripped his shaft with one hand and began to slowly stroke it. "You have a really nice penis, Dane. You should be proud of it." Dane was lost in the sensations of her fingers, and heard her words as if through a thick fog. He just reclined back against the couch arm as Rachel's slightly taller body looked over her and jacked off his, until now, untouched penis. "Do you want to feel something really nice?" Rachel asked him. He couldn't imagine yet what could be nice than her hands, but he nodded anyway. Her head then went down and to his amazement he felt her small soft lips on the tip of his penis. He groaned in pleasure as he also felt her tongue darting onto and off his penis. Then she opened fully impaled her face on his phallice. Dane's mouth opened in a silent cry of pure ecstasy as Rachel expertly went to work on his penis. Her dark hair fell gently all around his crotch, blocking his view, but his penis was sending all the information necessary to signal that it was getting a warm mouth to suck on it. Pretty soon he came, and squirted his young fluids into Rachel's mouth. Rachel sucked down every pulse. When he was done ejaculating into his babysitter she removed her mouth and looked up to face him. She smiled and visibly swallowed his cum. "Did you like that?" He nodded. "Has anyone else tasted your cum?" "No, just you." "Thank you for letting me be the first, Dane," she said while her head still floated over his crotch. "Uh... you're welcome." "I think you're really special, Dane. Would you like to see me take off my pants?" Rachel sat back and unbuttoned her own pants. She slid them off quickly, panties and all. She then laid back on the opposite couch arm with one leg up on the couch back and the other swung out to the coffee table. With her hand right above her pussy, she curled her finger in the come-here signal. Dane went where he was summoned, between Rachel's spread out legs. "Go on, touch it," Rachel said unbuttoning the last of her shirt. She began to caress her own breasts waiting for Dane. Dane didn't let her wait long as he slid his fingers through the folds of her vagina. "When you move your fingers there," she said moving his fingers around her clitoris, "that feels really good and drives me crazy." She began to moan as he played with her pussy. He then moved two fingers inside her, just as he saw his father do, and she responded with a pleasured gasp. "Oh, Dane, that's perfect," Rachel said motioning for his head to come closer to hers. She clasped the back of his head and kissed him deeply. Later he would find it funny that he hadn't kissed her until he hand one hand up her vagina and the other on her breast. He had stolen third and second without even touching first base. He then felt her hand searching below him until it found and grabbed onto his penis. It was hard again already. "Put it in, Dane," she whispered to him. He fumbled at her entrance at first, but eventually found the right angle and used the weight of his body to enter her. His body was smaller than the older girl, but he filled her pretty well, and she responded well to it. He thrust clumsily at first, but was a quick learner. The previous ejaculation had left him with enough energy to go longer. Rachel's longer legs wrapped around his body as he pumped into her. "Oh, Dane, that's great," she said into his ear. "You're going to be so good at this... holy... geez... Dane... Dane.... f... do me... please do me..." Dane finally came and jerked his body into the Chinese girl. They both panted as he went limp inside of her. When he pulled out, Rachel kissed him on the forehead. "That was great for your first time," Rachel told him. There would be two more times for the young Dane that night. Rachel couldn't help but be impressed by the stamina of her young lover. Admiration followed enjoyment as she showed him how to kiss, how to suckle her tits, how to thrust with purposeful rhythm into her body. And he took to it all like a young Casanova. It wasn't until later that night, they had moved to Dane's bedroom. There among the Spiderman sheets, Dane fell asleep snuggled against his babysitter with one hand still cupping and occasionally fondling her breast. It was then that the bedroom door opened silently, and standing with the hallway light behind him was Dane's father. Rachel carefully extracted herself from Dane's bed and crept to the door. She went into the hallway, still naked, and Dane's father closed the door behind her. "How'd my boy do?" he asked Rachel. "Super, Mr. Jones," she said. "He's going to be as good as his father one day." "Very good," Mr. Jones said. "Let me now show you how appreciative I am." He leaned down and kissed the girl on her small full lips. He then picked her light naked body up and carried her to his own bedroom. Rachel's body was tired from the young Jones, but it was already getting wet thinking about the expertise of the elder. Babysitting was tiring work, she thought. THE END Thanks for reading. If you liked or have comments about the story, please write me at pan_thepiper@hotmail.com. Or visit my site where there are more of my stories at: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/pan/www/ Bye... - Pan _________________________________________________________________ Add photos to your messages with MSN 8. 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