Message-ID: <5390eli$9711041030@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: rascal Subject: PERFECT LIFE [6/6] YEAR 7 (b/g , dom , 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-7YR.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="PL-7YR.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: <345D58F4.62F6@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 6 - Year 7 (b/g , humor , dom) During the summer before entering the second grade I felt totally adrift. My friends from the school year were seemingly everywhere else but here. I did notice however that the cutest girl in the neighborhood was still around. We had never met. That was no surprize since she was twelve and I was only seven. She had seen me in the neighborhood of course but who really notices a little kid. Dispite my age and my inability to cum I could only consider myself horny. Sex had been so much a part of my life I found that I really missed it. And this girl, who I had heard called Debby, was just what I needed. There didn't seem to be anyway to engineer anything until my sometime babysitter had to leave to take care of her ailing sister. During the daytime hours while my mother worked I was enrolled in various Park and Recreation programs that basically gave me something to do and somewhere to be. My Mom trusted me, even at my tender age, to be responsible. And I was. She, however, drew the line at the setting of the sun. Whenever she went out on a date or needed to be gone at night, it was definitely a babysitter for me. My most resent sitter was old and totally uninteresting. Sort of a fat but unfunny Roseanne. Her leaving though at least opened the door for someone with possibilities. And, I had decided Debby had possibilities. "Hi, Mrs. Parkenson. My name is Danny and I live down the block." I vaguely waved in the right direction. "Does your Daughter babysit?" She stared at me for a second and then laughed. "Debby, could you come here for a minute. I'm not sure whether this young man is a suitor or a job." Debby showed up next to her Mother wearing the shortest cutoffs I had ever seen and a yellow t-shirt complete with little bumps in the front. My heart skipped a beat and I blushed. Mrs. Parkenson smiled and said, "Maybe you would like to start over and tell us what you have in mind." Dispite my embarassment I was able to explain what had happened to my sitter and that we (we implying my mother and me) thought a girl from the neighborhood would be a better choice for a sitter. A few more questions were asked and answered as best I could. Then she told me that she and her daughter would think about it and if they thought it was OK then they would call and discuss the specifics with my mother. Then I was politely dismissed from their door. I ran home to grease the skids on the other end just in case Mrs. Parkenson called Mom. Mrs. Parkenson looked at her daughter strangely for a minute after Danny had left and said, "Unless all my antenna is down for repair that little boy wasn't just looking for any old sitter, he was looking for you." Then she laughed and said wait until your dad hears about this. When Mom got home that evening I greased the path with as few exagerations as I thought I could get away with and hoped for the best. Later that evening Mom answered the phone and spent at least twenty minutes talking and laughing with someone on the other end. On several occasions she looked over at me and said things into the phone like "Oh yes he is that all right." It was embarassing and I hoped everyone was having a good laugh at my expense. After Mom got off the phone I looked at her inquiringly but she ignored me and didn't say a thing about the call. Oh well, I thought, win some, lose some. Five days later and my mom casually says she is going out that night and the sitter will be over in twenty minutes. At the knock, Mom calls down and tells me to get the door. Debby was standing on the doorstep as I opened it and was she beautiful. Short curly hair, light lipstick, pleated skirt stopping just above the knees and a loose sweatshirt. I flushed and said, "HI." "If you're the baby, I'm the sitter," she said smiling. We both laughed as I invited her in. Mom told her the usually stuff and mentioned that I hadn't had my bath yet but that I was intirely capable of handling it myself. Cokes, milk, cookies and etc. were in the frig. All that good stuff. At the last second I noticed that Moms ironing basket was in the dining room adjacent to the living room where the TV is. My sleep shirt was in that basket and my plan quickly took form. I knew that my equipment had impressed other women and girls in the past. But Debby might not even know what it was supposed to look like or how big a normal seven-year-old boys cock usually is. I wanted Debby to see it accidentally but I didn't want her to be too shocked. Planning, planning, and planning. About a half hour after my mom left I was still laying on the floor in front of the TV. Debby thought she'd better be firm and take command. "Danny, it's time for you to take a bath like your mother said." I was reluctant for real. I hadn't really been watching TV. My head and pillow were half way under the coffee table and I was doing everything I could to look up Debbys skirt while appearing to be watching TV. Fortunately, she couldn't actually see my head so she didn't know I was looking up the other side of the table. "Aww, do I have to?" "Yes you do so you may as well get it over with." Now for the critical part of the plan. First the shower and then the dash to the clothes basket. Debby was interested in the HBO movie that she was watching when Danny went to bathe so she lost track of time. Suddenly, there was a flash of pink boy flying by between her and the TV. He was carrying a towel loosely in one hand until he got to the laundry basket and then dropped it. Debby couldn't help but be distracted. There was Danny digging through the ironing basket completely nude. And whats more there was this thing hanging down his front half way to his knees. She couldn't exactly remember when she actually started to breath again but it was sometime after Danny finally located his sleeping shirt and slowly pulled it over his head. I never looked directly at Debby while this was going on. But I knew she had been looking. I definitely wanted to appear as if nudity was not a big thing and certainly not that it was planned. The run through was good for only one time or she would know. Now that the surprise was over I wanted to find out whether she was really interested. This was not going to be a one night affair, I hoped. Again, without paying attention to Debby I threw myself onto the floor with my head under the coffee table and fluffed up my pillow to watch TV. Five minutes later I casually raised my knees making an open tent of my sleeping shirt. Anyone going into the kitchen would be able to look over the bar section and see clearly up my shirt without being too obvious. I waited a few anxious minutes and was relieved when Debby got up and asked me if I wanted something to drink. She said she was really thirsty. I said yeah and ignored her while watching her out of the corner of my eye. I was pleased to note she was the slowest bottle opener I had ever seen. When she finally finished, she walked in front of me and squatted down to hand me my coke. Then she slowly got back up and returned to the couch. Just before she sat back down I was able to get a good look up her skirt and could swear I saw a wet spot on her panties. Debby steadied her breathing and waited for another ten minutes. Then she casually said, "Danny, why don't you come on up here and lay down on the couch. That floor must be getting pretty hard by now." I said OK and came up onto the couch but didn't bring my pillow. I just lay down and placed my head on her theigh facing the TV. Now I could definitely smell her wonderful odor and it wasn't perfume. She gradually became accustomed to my head being on her leg and even started to pat and rub my arm and chest absent-mindedly. At last, her wrist ended up laying across my hip with her hand limply hanging down. Her fingers were near but not touching my slightly tented sleeping shirt. I was going to help her because she had gotten this close on shear nerve. I took a couple of deep slow sniffs of her and thought of what was so close to my mouth and that was enough to cause my cock to make contact solidly with her hand. She didn't seem to notice the contact but I did notice that her hand trembled a little. We didn't make any more progress that night. Soon, I had to go to bed before Mom got home. If I was still up when she returned, she wouldn't think much of the babysitter. And I definitely wanted Debby to be my permanent sitter. Debby was still fluttery when she got home and told her mother and father that she was back. As soon as she got to her room she lay down on top of her pillow and ground her hips into it savagely. Good girls don't touch it her Mother always told her. So she just bounced on her pillow a few more time knowing she wasn't following the spirit of the rule eventhough she was observing the letter of it. Finally, she reached over and picked up her princess phone and dialed. "Judy, you are not going to believe what I saw and did tonight . . . . ." "And, for half a weeks allowance I may let you visit me the next time I sit for him." * * * * * * * * A week and a half of irreplaceable summer slid through my life untouched before my Mom decided to go out again for the evening. Debby arrived on time and as part of my plan I acted like 'so what'. I didn't want her to feel like I really wanted her to be special for me. Just before Mom left Debby asked if it was alright to have her good friend over so they could review a subject they would be studying for next year. Mom said sure and I almost shit. I thought Debby was interested but now I knew she was not. Debby called Judy as soon as Mom was out of sight and I swear that she must have been waiting in the bushes outside to get there so fast. As a matter of fact, I was so astonished at the shortness of time that I asked Judy where she did live. Actually, she lived right behind my house and over one. I had never seen her but she casually mentioned she could see my house well from her bedroom. I thought that was a strange comment at the time. I was quickly sent off to take my bath but I was not going to do a run through tonight. I did wear the same sleeping shirt that I always wear however. I also fluffed up my pillow under the coffee table to watch TV (actually trying for beaver shots on two girls now). Judy was a little bit bigger all around than Debby. While Debby, of the two, was still my favorite, there was a lot that could be said for Judy. She had red hair-the dark red kind. A pair of stunning blue eyes and nicely rounded bumps in her shirt. They were both wearing the same pleated, above the knee skirts. They both sat on the couch, frequently crossing and uncrossing their legs, while I constantly tried for beaver identification. As if by signal, Debby went to the kitchen to get us all drinks and Judy decided to visit me on the floor. Judy lay next to me and I was aware that Debby was dragging her feet in the kitchen. Judy told me what a cute little boy I was and then asked me if I was ticklish. I said no which was a lie. She also asked me if I liked to wrestle. I had a feeling that something was up but I didn't know what. Suddenly Judy is tickling me and wrestling me all over the floor in front of the TV. My sleeping shirt ends up around my waist and Judy is sitting on my chest holding my hands over my head. Debby is still somewhere where I can't see her and it finally dawns on me exactly what's going on. It's called 'see the boys thing'just as long as he doesn't know what's going on. I knew that soon they would swithch so the other could see. Well, two or three can play that game. If they wanted to see, well so did I. Soon, we were all on the floor laughing and playing around; tickling and wrestling. One of them was always out of site or laying in the opposite direction so they could see the boy. I made sure that in all the flying arms and legs I got a lot of seeing the girls. Part of the action included the grabing of legs, pulling this way and that and generally touching all over. Innocently of course. During the tickling and subsequent rolling around I got a hardon. And no less than ten or twelve times I was groped by one while the other kept me busy. That's not to say I didn't inadvertently squeeze a pussy or two during the fray. Finally, we all lay on the floor breathing hard from exhaustion with my sleeping shirt barely covering my equipment. Another unseen signal and the girls tell me that I'm now their pillow. Debby ploops her head on my stomach facing my feet while Judys head ends up on my theighs looking guess where. Now I can feel Judys hot breath on the head of my cock. Christ, that feels good but I can't do anything without letting them know I know. So I play dumb and act like I'm in a stupor and too tired to notice. But the heat of two girls laying that close to my crotch is making me harder than before. Suddenly, something hot and wet covers the head of my cock and then is gone lost in a flurry of giggles and more tickling. A few minutes later Judy says that she had better be getting home. Debby says, "Time for you to go to bed too, champ." I reluctantly struggle up and trek off to my upstairs bedroom completely worn out. Ten minutes later, Debby pops into my bedroom without knocking and sits next to me on the bed. "I hope Judy didn't tire you out too much." she says. I giggle and say no, it was fun. She gives me a quick kiss on the lips and says good night. I lay there and thought about everything that had taken place. Too early to tell where it will all end up. Suddenly, light from outside my bedroom lightens my room. I cross to the window thinking of the comment by Judy and sure enough I can see her bedroom from my window. She stands away from her window so that I suspect I'm the only one that can see her. I know she can see me and she slowly takes off her clothes. With binoculars I'm sure I could see all the details, but they are somewhere else in the house. When she is finished she turns off the light and approaches the window in her nightie and waits. She thinks I'm aware of what is going on and is waiting for a sign. What the hell. Debby was the preferred choice but who knows what will happen with her. Better to cover all bets. I go to the light switch and turn it on, then walk back to the window and lift my sleep shirt. I turn so she can see it all and now I'm committed to everything that's going to happen between Judy and me. * * * * * * * * * * I got up with Mom as usual the next morning. She fixed us both breakfast and we ate before it was time for her to go to work. Also as usual I washed the morning dishes. Mom hadn't been gone fifteen minutes before the door bell rang. I opened the door and Judy pushed her way in. "Quick, I don't want anyone to see me. I thought your mother would never leave." I was a little surprized but still glad to see her. She smiled and said, "I thought we could settle our arrangement before anyone else tries to weasel in on it. Debby is much too naive to appreciate your true potential. Why didn't you think of me when you needed a babysitter?" Easy, I thought, I had never seen you before in my life. But I just shrugged. She sat at the kitchen table while I went back to the dishes. She confidently spoke in a soft tone, "I learned how to be dominant from my mother. Together we rule our house and that includes my father, especially my father. You're my first opportunity to branch out on my own. I discussed you with my mother last night after the strip show. She may want to take a special interest in you. This is the last and only time we will discuss this. If you are willing to do exactly whatever I say for you to do, it can be mutually beneficial. Otherwise, I leave now and no hard feelings." Imagine a seven-year-old boy being spoken to like that. What would you do? I mulled it over for maybe five minutes without looking at her. I finally turned around to tell her to leave. Both of her heels were up on the edge of her chair and her legs were spread. I certainly didn't see any panties anywhere and her crotch was moist. I looked down at myself and found that my cock was sticking straight out. I knew I was lost because he had 51% of the voting stock. I nodded my irrevocable agreement. She had me until she felt like discarding me. "Good", she said, "Now doff the sleeping shirt." I did. "On your knees, boy." I dropped. "Crawl over here." I did. "Take a good look, Boy. That's brunch!" * * * * * * * * * * * The rest of that summer was a real experience. I was trained to serve Judys needs. Occasionly, I was loaned to Judys mother for special events. They were into heavy humiliation of males but I never understood why. Nor did I care. I stayed with the program simply because it also met my needs. End of Part 6 -- +--------------' 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> /