Message-ID: <5385eli$9711041028@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rascal Subject: PERFECT LIFE [2/6] YEAR 3 (b/g , b/F , humor) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: lacsar@poboxes.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="PL-3YR.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="PL-3YR.TXT" Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <345D55D4.5D6B@poboxes.com> Caution: Do not read this if you are a young boy or are likely to be influenced by a story about one. Better yet, if you are underage in the part of the world where you happen to be, leave now. Caution 2: This intended to be a humorous story about a young boys experiences. No part of it is true or ,I believe, even possible. Don't even think about doing anything of what you read about here. Caution 3: If you like heavy handed and explicit descriptions of sex acts, you will not like this story. If you are still here, read on and hopefully enjoy. Perfect Life - Part 2 - Year 3 (b/g , b/F , humor) "Son, we have got to talk about the situation. You know I have to work and the other babysitter couldn't stay on with us. It's very hard to find anyone who is willing to stay anywhere all day long and take care of a single kid. To get anyone I had to let the new woman bring in a couple of other kids to our house just to get her to take care of you. Of course she won't bring in just anyone and it won't be for a while, but you have to know that it can and may happen." "Incidently, don't ask about her husband. He died two years ago and she's still very sensitive about it. By the way, the girl who used to babysit you cried when she found out that she and her mother had to leave the area. She was apparently very taken with you. Anyway, please do whatever the new sitter tells you to do. Good ones are so hard to find." Bobby murmered that he would try to be a good boy. Actually, for a three year old, he had become very attached to the previous sitter and couldn't understand why she couldn't just leave her family and come to live with them forever. The new sitter was a martinet that required any kids around her to toe the line. As soon as the mother left the little boy decided to test her. But this was a battle she thought she must win or the whole relationship would be soured. She was washing the dishes and the little brat was starting to bounce off the walls with the intent of seeing how far he could go and still get away with it. "Come here right now!", she yelled. I stopped playing and meekly shuffled into the kitchen. "You stand right here next to the sink where I can control your excessive energy." She leaned in closer to the sink and placed her right knee against my stomach, pressing just enough to make sure that I didn't take off again. I tried to made a sudden and unexpected getaway attempt. I suddenly found myself trapped right between the womans legs. "Oh My!, Oh My" was just about all she could say. She was wearing a loose housedress with the buttons of the skirt partly undone. With a three year old the only other person in the house, she hadn't thought it too important to adher to any particular dresscode. Now, here she was with a three year old boy literally buried nose first in her crotch and apparently so traumatized he wasn't moving. She didn't want to make the situation worse so she just stood there. The only thing wrong with this was that he was such a good fit and oddly felt so good buried in there that she was starting to get wet. She decided to act like nothing was wrong and that this was a perfectly natural situation. Certainly, a little kid wouldn't know that this was an unnatural occurence. So she continued to wash the dishes and tried to make as few movements as possible against his face. I was literally too thrilled to move. She smelled wonderful and it was strongly reminiscent of the odors I had grown to love with my last sitter and her mother. They had both laughed when thay had referred to their activities as 'Tag-team babysitting'. It would be many more years before I truly appreciated the humor in that saying. I loved the way the white panties were pushed up and over my nose and actually covered most of my cheeks. I had no doubts at all where I was but had never had my face stuck in a crotch before. I slowly breathed in to get as much of the aroma as I could. If I made the slightest move I knew it would break the spell. I thought fleetingly that if I didn't move maybe she wouldn't notice that I was buried in here. Ten more minutes of washing dishes and she had to casually let Danny out. Her panties were soaked and she was wet to her knees. She wanted to get to the bathroom in the worst way and finish this off now. It had been two years since she had had any sex. No, she thought, add a year to that to cover her late husbands illness. Bravado was required to cover this situation. She stepped backwards and said, "Here let me wipe off your face. That is what you get if you don't toe the line around here. And, if you're out of line too often, I'll have to tell your mother what I had to do to you. So, be warned. Now sit down and in a few minutes I'll fix you a soft drink and cookies." She quickly made her way to the bathroom to get rid of the terrible frustration. When she got to the bathroom the ridiculousness of the situation made her stop and laugh. She had thought seriously of masturbating for the first time in three years. All because of a three year boy. Well, she wouldn't do it. But, she did have to clean up this mess. She slowly lifted her dress and pulled down her panties. Once her panties were washed out, she hung them in the shower to dry and returned to the kitchen. The boy was sitting quietly at the table waiting for his coke and cookies. She was relieved to see that he was totally unconcerned and apparently had noticed nothing awkward about the situation only minutes before. Good! Let him think that it was nothing out of the ordinary. She was, however, still slightly disturbed by what happened and a little ashamed to admit to herself that it was erotic. For lunch she fixed the boy soup and crackers. The boy was behaving since this morning and played normally in the back yard. She thought about her need to supplement her income and knew that the boys mother couldn't afford more than she was now paying. She had lined up two additional children that required watching during the day and it had been approved in principle by the boys mother when she first took the job. She absent-mindedly picked up the boys' lunch dishes and took them to the sink for washing. As she started to wash them she felt a small hand on her leg and turned slightly away from the sink. In a heartbeat the boy slid between her and the counter front. She let out a startled gasp. The boy was in the same position as he had been this morning but she had forgotten to put her panties back on from this morning. The boy apparently thought this was a normal thing to do and she didn't want to over-react. But the bridge of his small nose was against her naked mound and rubbing deliciously against her clitoris. Despite her best intentions, she was getting wet again. I knew it was different as soon as I slid between her and the sink. She immediately started to get wet and the smell was wonderful. The moist warmth and smell caused me to lean back enough so I could taste it. She instantly pulled back but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and licked for all I was worth. I felt her shutter for a second and then she leaned towards me pressing me comfortably against the sink. Just one lick from the boy and she had gushed. Three or four more licks and she had climaxed for the first time in years. Now she was pressing him against the counter as he continued to flick his small tongue over her whole crotch area. She was shocked at what they were doing but she loved it. It was starting to build again but this time more slowly. She gently moved against his face to direct the eager tongue to the right spots. She settled into a rhythm that allowed her to slowly wash dishes and achieve one rolling orgasm after another. ************************ The new kids that his babysitter was sitting for arrived for the first time this morning. The routine that had settled on the household over the last three weeks would obviously change. Usually as soon as Mom left, the sitter would quickly start the dishwashing routine. I would be called over to her and I would slip in between her and the sink. She never had anything on between her and me anymore after the second experience. Just her loose and unbuttoned dress. We had settled into a comfortable routine. I would bury my nose into the folds of her sex and rub gently from side to side until she was thoroughtly wet. I would then lick the lips of her sex until she trembled. Then we would generally start all over again. This was how we handled breakfast,lunch and tea which was just before my mother came home. One of the new kids was a boy and of no interest to me. The other was an ogrette of the first magnitude. She was 10 and very pretty. She had the prettiest lips I had ever seen, long brown hair down to her shoulders that shined and just a hint of breasts starting to form. Her hips were still straight up and down but her legs were wonderfully pale and slender. She also thought she was old enough to have been left at home instead of being sent to a babysitter. She looked with disdain at the other boy and me. That was until yesterday when she inadvertently witnessed a brief session between the sitter and me. She couldn't have seen much because the sitter was nervous about the others seeing us and usually didn't do any serious dishwashing unless the others were out in the yard playing or had left for the day. On this occasion she just couldn't wait and decided to have a short session when she thought the other children were in another other part of the house. At least, the sitter hadn't seen her watching, but I did. Today, she's following me around hoping to learn something. Finally, she gives up being sneaky and corners me in the family room while everyone else is busy. "What were you doing to the sitter yesterday afternoon by the sink?" she hissed. I knew what she was talking about but couldn't possibly describe it so I remained silent and just shook my head negatively. For some reason this seemed to please her. She looked around and then pulled me into the nearest coat closet. It was dark in there and I couldn't see anything. She leaned me against the inside wall and pressed herself against me just as she had seen the sitter do. Since nothing was happening, she finally figured out that there was an obvious height difference. She then pushed me down to my knees and leaned against me again. Still nothing happened and she started to get frustrated. "Do something you little bastard", she hissed. The sitter had obviously enjoyed what the kid was doing to her but now the kid was doing nothing that she could figure out. I finally realized that she wanted what the sitter wanted. But she had on a dress and probably panties. She obviously thought that using her pelvis to bang my head against the closet wall was supposed to do something. I finally stopped her by grabbing her hips and stopping their movement. I ran my hands up her dress to her waist and quickly pulled down her panties to her ankles. Then I grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over my head. I buried my nose just as I did with the sitter and waited for her to get wet. This was certainly different. There was not a hair on it. Not that I could see, mind you. But it certainly felt different and really more personal with no hair in between. The lack of hair was so novel that I started to lick right away. Her knees suddenly locked and she became rigid. Was I in trouble again? She was stunned. Sex, if this was what this was, was an alien concept. She had really been only curious about what the sitter and the kid were doing. Now she was actually finding out what they had been doing. Her body was frozen and wouldn't respond to her need to get away from this dirty little boy. This was where she peed from and her mother told her it was dirty. She didn't even look at this part of her body. Suddenly, her body was betraying her and she didn't understand. She could hardly breath but she could feel the boom, boom, boom of his flicking tongue as he tried to corrupt her. Something was coming out of her but it wasn't like pee. She just felt wet and completely helpless. And it kept going on and on and on. Her breathing started to get heavy and choppy. Something new was building and she had no idea where it was going. Suddenly her curiousity ended and total helplessness sit in. She pulled his head in harder to her body and cried out as she had the first orgasm of her young life. She slowly slid down to the floor of the closet and hugged the boy to her. She kissed him hungrily and tasted herself. The boy slowly separated himself and left her laying on the closet floor. She couldn't develop the will to leave for a long time. After that horrible experience she had been sick and listless for two days and her mother had to stay home to take care of her. The doctor couldn't find anything wrong and she was finally returned to the babysitter. She had resolved to beg the boy not to tell anyone what they had done together. It was so obviously dirty that she had trouble keeping it out of her mind. It was all she had thought about since it had happened. She was now convinced that the episode had only occured because of the boys insistence and that he had over-powered her. But she was certainly going to set him straight and make it clear that it was never going to happen again. All morning the boy ignored her and she began to think that he had forgotten the rotten thing that he had done to her. Finally she trapped him in the living room when everyone else was busy. She pulled the boy savagely into the closet again. I hadn't seen her in the last few days and was worried that she wouldn't return. I didn't even know her name so I couldn't ask about her. I had decided that I liked her more than the sitter. The deciding factor was the smooth, soft and hairless skin between her legs. I also remembered the taste and how wonderful it was. I had tried all morning to stay where she could find me and hoped that she would say something to me. Finally she pulled me into the closet just like last time. Once she pulled the door closed she squatted in front of me and said please something, something, something. I was so excited I couldn't hear anything. I could only hear my own heart beating in my ears. I thought about her scent and taste. Impulsively, I pushed her over backwards in my hurry to bury my face in her crotch. I flipped up her short skirt and found no panties. Spreading her legs hurriedly I dove in. She was deliciously wet and ready. I couldn't wait but sucked and licked for all I was worth. I wasn't disappointed. She responded immediately and pulled him hard against her slippery and tasty pussy. I was in heaven. She had dropped in front of him to beg him never to say anything about what he had forced her to tolerate. Before she could get the entire argument out of her mouth, the boy had her on her back and was sucking her. She knew she was lost when she suddenly realised she had worn her shortest skirt that morning and had somehow forgotten to put on panties. She felt dirty and wet and wonderful. She vowed never to let this dirty little boy out of her sight again. I had been dying to indulge himself in the same activities I had enjoyed with the previous sitter and her mother. But I didn't have any idea how to pursue something like that. I was old enough to take care of himself in the bathroom and no one thought anything of the bulge in my pants. Everyone assumed I was still wearing diapers under my pants. But I hadn't for the last year. The other boy who was being babysat was eight years old and very playful. He was always teasing Danny whenever he was around. On one occasion when the girl and the sitter were in the kitchen, the boy was playing around and pulling playfully at Dannys pants leg in the front room. Danny fell resulting in his pants being pulled down. When he rolled back over, the other boy let out a yell saying "WOW". Both the sitter and the girl ran into the front room and stopped dead. The bulge in Dannys pants was now making a tent in his light underpants. After what seemed forever, the sitter told the two boys to stop fooling around and go outside if they wanted to play. She quickly pulled the boy up leaning his back against her legs so she could tuck Dannys' t-shirt into his pants. She had not been able to believe what she had seen. But when she tucked the front of his shirt down into his pants it all became too real. The other two kids were giggling in the kitchen. She felt she had to make sure, so facing the boy away from the kitchen she slid her hand inside of the boys' shorts. She thought she would die before she could catch her breath. My god, what she had seen was all too real. But for now she had better act like nothing was out of the ordinary. When she returned to the kitchen the boy and girl were standing about three feet apart and they were both looking at the boys' exposed cock which was all of two inches long. After seeing something as big as Dannys they couldn't understand what made one boys' so small and a smaller boys' so big. The sitter thought quickly and told them that the boy had a temporary illness that had made him enlarged, but that it would soon go away. That seemed to satisfy both of them and the sitter was able to send them both out in the back yard to play. The next day, while the other kids were playing outside, the sitter and me had a session. Right after I had made her come for the second time she squatted in front of me to wipe off my face. She looked around nervously then unzipped my pants and pulled out my stiff cock. After a couple of squeezes she tucked me back in and whispered, "If you think that you can keep another secret like what we just did, maybe you would like to try another fun thing." My heart skipped a beat hoping we were thinking about the same thing. I nodded my head. "Come with me quickly." I trotted behind her as she walked down the hall to my mothers bedroom. She locked the door behind us. "If I didn't love you so much I wouldn't do this for you," she whispered. She quickly unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor. I was still hard from the recent activity and she pulled me up between her spread legs. She was still very wet and I slid right in. She lay back on the on the low water bed expecting me to know what to do. I didn't. My previous sitter and her mother always got on top and did the work. But it took only five seconds for her to demonstrate what was expected. As I started to rock back and forth the familiarity of it all came back in a rush. I hadn't lost my love for the feelings. It was actually better because I could watch her stomach rise each time I pushed my cock all the way in and watch it collapse as I withdrew. The clitorus that I had been licking for weeks was now well lit and fully in view. It was fully an inch long. I reached for it while I continued to stroke back and forth. The effect was immediate. Playing with it caused her to go into immediate climax. I could feel a huge pressure on my cock when she shuttered violently. She lay there for a few minutes until her breathing got back to normal then pulled me up onto the water bed. "I'm going to clean you up and I hope you like it," she whispered. She licked my cock to get rid of her own juices and then tried to swallow it all but couldn't. This was certainly new for me and I loved the sight of her head going back and forth while I watched. After a while she quit and pulled up my pants. "If you liked that maybe we can do it again tomorrow when the other kids are playing in the back." I told her I did and would love to do it whenever she wanted. We never missed a weekday after that. Of course, we also kept up the washing routine whenever the others were busy elsewhere. I never seemed to get enough. The girl knew that whenever she saw me smile at her it was time to seek out a closet. We did it as often as we could and she never tired of it. Nor did she want to try anything new. But that was ok with me. I had a pretty full schedule anyway. End of Part 2 -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /