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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 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

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