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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 
 




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