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Subject: {ASSM} Dane's Babysitter {Pan} (Mf, fm-1st, oral)
Date: Fri, 28 Mar 2003 04:10:04 -0500
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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

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Bye...

- Pan


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