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Babysitting Anita
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From: [email protected]
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Organization: Anonymous contact service
Date: Sun, 9 Oct 1994 03:01:34 UTC
This is another attempt at changing a mm story into a mf one.
Others have tried this before and they have probably done it
better, this is my 1st attempt, so don't flame me so bad.
Babysitting Anita
Chapters 1 & 2
A cold November wind blew up from the north, catching me against the
right side as I left my house. I stuck my hands in the pockets of my
warm
heavy coat and began walking through the thin carpet of white
snow. It was the first snowfall of the year, and, living in the Midwest,
I
knew it would be the first of many. I bowed my head against the
unusually
strong gusts of wind as I walked across the street and down the sidewalk
a few houses to the Wallace's house. The Wallace's were friends of my
parents, and I had been baby-sitting for the Wallace's daughter, Anita,
for a couple of years now. I enjoyed baby-sitting for Anita. The kid
was really good, and it earned me some spending money. At 15, I
wasn't
old enough to drive or get a regular job, so baby-sitting was an
acceptable
option to me. Mr. Wallace answered the door when I rang the bell. "Hi,
there, Alex, come on in," he
greeted me warmly. "Hi," I answered as I stepped into the warm house
"Let me hang up your coat for you," Mr. Wallace offered, shutting the
door.
I shrugged out of the coat. "Pretty cold out there," Mr. Wallace
commented. "Yeah," I said. "Hi, Alex," Anita said as she preceded her
mother into the entryway.
"Hey, Anita," I returned, smiling at the girl. Anita was a cute little
girl of eleven years with short black hair and sparkling brown eyes.
She was an only child who was spoiled by her parents, but luckily this
treatment hadn't gone to her head and turned her into a brat.
"Hi, Alex. We're going to probably be out until 1 or 2. I've
left the numbers on the counter if you need to get a hold of us," Mrs.
Wallace informed me.
"Okay," I acknowledged. Mr. Wallace helped his wife into her coat and
then put on his own. Mrs. Wallace kissed her daughter good-bye and
Mr. Wallace said good-bye. Then the couple left. Anita and I went
to into the front room and watched TV. After a couple hours of this it
was her bedtime. She went obediently upstairs and got ready for bed.
A few minutes later I went and checked on her and found her snuggled
under the covers.
"Goodnight, Anita," I said and turned off the light.
"Goodnight," she said. I went back downstairs and found a bag
of chips in the kitchen. I went back to the front room munching on
these
and feeling pretty horny. Lately it seemed like I needed to masturbate
at
least once a day in order to get rid of the incredible sexual tension I
felt. I wondered
whether Mr. Wallace might have some porno videos I could watch. I hadn't
masturbated yet that day, and I looked forward to doing it in
the Wallace's house; it kind of gave it an added thrill doing it in the
house of my parents'
best friends. There were cupboards on either side of the big
screen TV, and
I started going through these. I found some video tapes but
all of them were
labeled with the titles to tame children's movies. When I reached the
top shelf on the left side, I found a shoe box tucked away in the
corner.
I brought this out and opened it. There was one videotape in it. It
was
marked "Steve's Birthday Surprise. Love, Tami." Tami was Mrs.
Wallace and Steve was her husband. Disappointed but curious, I took
out the tape and stuck it in the VCR. I couldn't understand why this
tape wasn't with the
others. First I would solve that little mystery and then maybe I would
go
upstairs and look for some porn magazines in their bedroom. I
pushed play and then grabbed the remote. I sat down on the couch and
watched as the
video unfolded. Tami sat on the bed in the master bedroom smiling into
the camcorder as it recorded her image and voice.
"Hi, honey. Happy 35th Birthday. I've made a little video for
you. I hope
you enjoy it." Tami smiled into the camera and then got up and
left the
camera's field of vision. The lights in the room dimmed a
little, and then I
could hear some mellow saxophone music begin to play. Mrs.
Wallace
returned to stand in front of the camera. She slowly began to
grind her hips
in time with the music. I felt a distinct stirring my groin as
I realized what
was about to happen. The butterflies in my stomach woke up to
flutter
slightly as I became excited. My eyes were locked to the TV
screen as I
watched Tami peel of her blouse and skirt and toss them off
camera. For
the first time I noticed how good-looking she was. She had the
same black
hair as her daughter and those seductive brown eyes also. She
was in her
mid-thirties so she was still young-looking, and she had a slim
firm body.
She had on a matching lacy black bra and panties, and her
breasts were full-
looking. She slowly unsnapped the bra, and let it slide off her
shoulders to
the floor. Her tits were queen-sized and absolutely gorgeous.
Up to this
point my fantasies when I masturbated had been vaguely about a
couple of
cute girls I'd seen at school. A few times I'd thought about
touching their
bodies or even having them touch me. Recently I'd fantasized
about
sucking on their teen-sized tits, but this video made it all
the more real. I
was getting really hot and worked up. As Tami slid down her
panties, I
quickly stood up and frantically tore off my clothes. I wanted
to be naked
now! I wanted my body completely bare with my raging, pulsing
dick
exposed. It was just me and Tami in the room and she was doing
a sexy
striptease for me. As her panties slid down, her firm white
ass was exposed.
She was wearing a red G-string that allowed me to see her full
butt and the
crease of her pussy. Tiny black hairs peeked out around the
strip of fabric
running in the crack of her cunt. I lay down naked on the
couch while she
stopped out of her panties. Then she turned slowly to show off
the G-string
slipping up into her cunt, and I couldn't stand it any longer.
My hand slid
slowly down my smooth hairless chest to my abdomen and then to
lightly
brush the thick bush of curly brown pubic hair at the base of
my penis.
Then, in one swift motion, I lightly grabbed my throbbing
erection. A soft
sigh escaped my lips as my hand came in contact with my highly
sensitive
member. I watched as Tami hooked her fingers in either side of
the G-
string. My hand went up and down slowly on my erection,
sliding the loose
skin and bringing pleasure to my body. She slowly dragged them
down,
first revealing her black pubic hair, and then the string slid
out, showing me
all of her sopping wet crotch. It wasn't shaved, which
disappointed me. I
had hoped I would get to see her pussy lips, but I was glad to
see this
anyway. Her pubic hair did seem sparse, though, like it had
been trimmed,
because there was only a small, short patch at the top of her
pussy and a
slim patch, shaped in a V, down to the top of her slit. Once
she kicked off
the G-string, she smiled seductively at the camera. I felt
like she was smiling
right at me. Then she approached the camera. She disappeared
then, and I
watched as the focus was adjusted to center on the middle of
the bed. She
came back into the camera's view as she crawled onto the bed.
She held a
bottle of a clear liquid in her hand. Sitting down on the bed,
she opened the
bottle and poured some on her hand. She began rubbing this
onto her
breasts and over her nipples. I realized the show wasn't over
yet, and I
began to pick up the rhythm of my stroking. She spread what
must have
been baby oil all over her chest until it glistened. Then the
next handful
ended up in her crotch. Putting away the oil, Tami began to
stroke herself
between her legs vigorously with two slick hands. I picked up
the pace on
my stroking as I became more excited by the solo action on the
screen.
Soon it was wet and dripping between her legs. Her gash looked
hungry,
and I was getting a huge appetite. As Tami continued her two
handed
stroking, I realized she intended to come for the camera. This
thought
would have driven me over the edge if I hadn't jerked my hand
away from
my erection at that point. I couldn't come here and make a
mess of the
room. I would go in the bathroom or somewhere where it would
be easier
to clean up, but right now I had to finish this video. My
whole body was
trembling slightly in excitement and frustration. My penis
begged me to
finish it off, but through a tremendous act of willpower, I
kept my hand
away. On the TV, Tami's pace was picking up. Her head began
to snap
forward and back as her whole body got into her seizure. Her
slippery
fingers moved quickly in and out her hot steaming box. Soon
all her body
movements froze except for her hand. Her legs and breasts
tensed and her
head snapped back. I tensed, too, as she let out a loud,
audible groan as her
orgasm exploded throughout her body. She lay there breathing
heavily for
a few seconds as her calm slowly returned. Then she looked
directly into
the camera and smiled. She ran a finger through her wet bush
and stroked
one of the pink nipples on her chest. She licked the cum from
her finger. "I
bet you wish you were eating this," she said, smiling.
"Tonight, honey."
Then the tape ended. I pressed stop on the remote.
"You have a big dick," a familiar voice said from the shadows
at the
doorway.
"Anita!" I exclaimed, scrambling up from the couch while trying
to hide my
erection with my hands. 'Oh, shit!' I thought. 'What did she
see? And
what's she going to tell her parents about seeing me like
this?'
End Part 1
Babysitting Anita Part 2
"What are you doing up?" I asked, my fear turning to anger.
"I couldn't get to sleep. I was cold," Anita complained. I
buttoned the top
of my pants and walked over to her. It was a little chilly in
the house I now
noticed. The air was cool against my naked torso. I just
didn't notice it
before when I was getting so heated up.
"What were you watching?" Anita asked. She raised her hands
together
above her head, twisting back and forth like little kids do. As
she did this, I
noticed she was wearing only a short cotton night-shirt over
her very tight
panties. I wondered if seeing me on the couch like that had
excited her and
if she were feeling curious about me for that reason.
"You mean you didn't see?" I asked, feeling one of my concerns
dissolve
away.
"No. You turned it off before I could look. I was...I was
looking at you,"
Anita answered. 'Did she blush?' I wondered. The lighting was
dim in the
hall we were talking through, but I could have sworn I saw
faint coloration
in her cheeks as she made her admission.
"I was watching something that little kids shouldn't watch," I
told her. We
were on the stairs now.
"I'm not a little kid," Anita protested. "I want to watch it."
"You can't," I argued once we were in her room. "Look, let me
see if I can
find an extra blanket. Get back in bed." Anita crawled slowly
under the
covers while I went into the hall closet. I found a thick
quilt and brought
this back. I threw it on the bed and carefully tucked it in
around Anita.
"There, are you warmer now?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay, now go back to sleep," I said. I started to leave.
"Can I see you naked down there again?" Anita asked.
"Huh?"
"I don't get to see boys' things. Please?" Anita pleaded.
"I'll let you see me."
Anita pushed off the blankets and quickly pulled down her tight
little panties
to expose her cute little girl pussy to my eyes. It was
completely hairless,
which was a real turn-on to me; much more interesting than the
few hairy
ones I always saw in those magazines guys brought to school.
"Okay, now
ya gotta show me yours," Anita said, sliding her panties up
after giving me
that quick peek. I decided to go along with it. I guess it
had something to
do with playing fair, and I was also excited by the idea of
intentionally
showing her my penis. I undid my pants and pulled them down to
midthigh. My penis was semi-hard so it looked fairly
impressive.
"I can't wait 'til I get old enough to have sex with older
guys... like you. I
know a girl who says she already let a guy put his hand under
her dress,
and even once he put his finger inside her panties. And she
said it really
feels good, too!" Anita commented wistfully. "I wish somebody
wanted to
do that to me. 'Cuz I wanna feel good." I pulled up my pants
and buttoned
them.
"Well, it probably wont be too long before that happens for
you, either."
"Really?" Anita asked hopefully, her eyes returning to my face
now that the
show was over.
"Yeah. I know some girls who play with themselves and feel
good like
that," I answered.
"I can get a nice feeling down here, but it seems like it
should keep on
sometimes, and then it just seems to stop. You play with
yourself..or other
girls?" Anita asked.
"Yes."
Anita thought for a minute. "If I show you how I start to feel
good, will you
show me if I'm doing anything wrong?" Anita asked. This was
getting a
little out of hand, I began to realize. I didn't want to stop
it though because
all of this talk was exciting me again, and I was still horny.
I began to
wonder how far she would go. I hoped she would take it to a
point where I
could get off.
"Yeah, I'll try and give you some advise, but I may have to get
up close to
see what you're doing, OK?" I answered. Anita shook her head
up and
down and got up out of bed and went to her dresser.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She opened a drawer and pulled
out
magazine.
"When I start to play with myself it feels good, but when I
look at these
pictures it sometimes makes my...cunny... feel real funny, and
sometimes it
even gets kinda wet down there, too!." she explained. Anita
pulled off her
night shirt and watched me as I looked at her early blooming
breast-buds. I
was amazed at my reaction to her uncovered little girl chest.
They were
small mounds of beauty to my eyes, barely raised on her slender
chest
frame. I could see she was getting excited about her upcoming
adventure.
"But of course I don't have big titties like the girls in these
pictures." She
jumped back in bed and laid down, with her panties still on. I
slipped out of
my pants and went to the other side and sat down next to her.
She opened
the magazine and slowly began rubbing the outside of her
panties, into the
crease of pussy. Watching her do this made me completely hard
again.
Anita looked over at me and stopped her rubbing. She pulled
her hand
away to reveal a moist spot on the front of her crotch. The
quickness of her
response surprised me, but then I remembered she had been
standing at the
door watching me for some time before I saw her. And she had
seen me
with a hard-on already! And I realized that by being so
sensuous, Anita was
just following in her mother's footsteps.
"Can I touch it?" Anita asked, sitting up.
"Sure." She reached out and lightly touched the head of my
cock with her
soft hand. Then she ran it down the front of my shaft without
lifting it. I
shivered at the pleasure this gave me.
"It's so big," she said as she tried to wrap her small hand
around the shaft. I
just chuckled. If she thought mine *looked* big, wait until
she felt it
somewhere besides in her hands.
"Touch me," Anita suggested. With her on her back and
completely
exposed except for her tiny panties, I placed my hand on her
belly and
began to rub it slowly. I softly caressed the space between her
miniature tits,
and then started making circles around both orbs.
"That feels so much better than when I touch my own chest!"
Both her
nipples popped up as I finally touched each of them, lightly
running the tip
of my finger across the top of the nipple. It was a strange and
exciting
feeling. There was not really much of a breast there but just
like an extra
layer or two of firm flesh. Flesh that was as exciting to her
as it was to me. I
moved one hand down her belly, lightly touching her abdomen and
the
band at the top of her panties. Sliding under the tight
panties, I rubbed
further and my index finger grazed the top of her slit near
where I knew her
clit was. I ran it back down the valley of her crease and then
curled the tip
of my middle finger inward. I stroked along the inner sides of
her pubes
with my thumb and index finger. 'So smooth!' I thought. Then
I began to
slide my middle finger up and down the crevice soaking up more
and more
moisture with each stroke. She was really getting into it now
and her eyes
were half-closed. Her own hand began imitating my motions. As
I stroked
her pussy, I realized the opportunity to fulfill one of my
fantasies was here
in my hand.
"Can I kiss your...pussy...?" I asked. This request seemed to
leave her
speechless, but after her shocked look passed, she nodded. I
knelt between
her legs and slowly lowered my mouth between her legs. I was
excited, but
I didn't want her to get scared or nervous, so I didn't try to
bring her off right
then. I tried to spread her tiny pussy lips and proceeded to
suck around her
clit a little bit, but not quite touching it. There was not
even the hint of pubic
hair and her whole pussy area felt so smooth. A new idea came
to mind: If I
could make her come, then she might feel guilty enough about
what I was
doing that she would be too ashamed to tell anyone. I ran my
tongue around
her clit and then flicked it briefly.
"How does that feel?" I asked.
"Good." Then I stuck my finger further into her tight little
cunt and sucked
harder on the over-stimulated clit. After a few minutes of
this, I removed
my finger and clamped my mouth firmly around her small mound
and I
slowly started sucking her clit and her opening again. I
slowly picked up
speed. Anita seemed to like it because soon her hips started
bucking into
my face. Suddenly her body tensed and her clit twitched in my
mouth. As
she slowly returned to Earth, I removed my mouth and looked at
her.
"Did that feel good?" I asked.
"Yeah! That felt really great. I never felt that good before,"
Anita said. "Did
I have a climax?"
"You tell me," I replied. "That was probably a mini-climax, but
they will be
better things to come."
"I want to make you have a climax, too!" Truthfully, I wanted
to come really
bad at that point too, and her turn, for the time being was
over. Pre-cum
had dribbled out my dick and was running down the shaft.
"Okay, but let's go in the bathroom," I answered. I didn't
want to make a
mess in her bed. Anita got up, and we went to the bathroom.
"Wait here," I told her. I left and hurried into the master
bedroom. On one
of the shelves in their bathroom I found the baby oil Tami must
have used in
the video. I ran back to the bathroom with this in hand, my
near-bursting
erection slapping against my stomach as I ran. Anita sat on the
toilet seat
waiting. She still had an excited glow in her eyes. I stepped
into the tub and
unscrewed the bottle. After pouring a generous amount of oil
into my hand,
I slathered it on my eager cock. I screwed back on the cap and
then began
stroking my erection. I slid my hand over the purple engorged
head and felt
a tremor of pleasure in response. Then I began jerking off in
earnest with
my slippery hand gliding easily over my well-oiled shaft. The
pressure in
my groin built and my balls contracted against my body. Soon
my whole
body was enveloped in the stimulating, mind-numbing ecstasy. I
gasped as
the orgasm sent a shudder through my body. The first spurt
splattered
against the far wall of the shower. The following ones landed
in the tub
itself.
"Wow!" Anita exclaimed. She got up and collected some of the
cum in her
hand. I rested against the wall of the shower, exhausted after
that
sensational orgasm.
"You better get to bed," I said, without much conviction.
"Okay. Will you sleep with me?" she asked.
"Sure, just let me clean this up," I answered. She washed her
hands and
scurried off to bed. I cleaned up the mess in the tub and
returned the oil.
The I climbed into bed with Anita. She snuggled up against my
naked body.
I ended up falling asleep. When I woke I got an adrenaline
rush as I realized
the Wallace's would be home soon. I got out of bed, careful
not to disturb
Anita. I grabbed my pants and raced downstairs. Throwing on
my clothes,
I scrambled over to the VCR and ejected the tape. I put it
back in the box
and returned it to its hiding spot. Then I sat down in front of
the TV and
found something suitable to watch. It turned out I rushed for
no reason;
they arrived a half hour later.
"How was Anita?" Mrs. Wallace asked.
"Great," I answered. "No problems."
"Good."
"That's good to hear," Mrs. Wallace (or Tami, as I now thought
of her) said
as they entered the house. "Here you go." She handed me a
twenty dollar
bill. I tried to avoid looking at her body, but with my new
knowledge it was
difficult. I wanted to rip off her dress and panties and feast
my eyes on that
pussy I knew was there.
"Are you available to baby-sit next weekend?" Mrs. Wallace
asked.
"Sure."
"Good. I'm going to be out of town and, although Steve denies
it, I think
he'll need to get away from Anita for a few hours." I nodded.
"I'll give you a call," Tami said, smiling. I left their house
and headed back
to my own. I hoped she would call me again. I couldn't wait
until I saw that
tape again.
End Part 2
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