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From: "Norm DePloom" <NormNonSpamusDePloom@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} RP "Babysitting Jeremy"{Norm DePloom}(fb,first)
Date: Mon, 28 Jul 2003 01:10:07 -0400
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Caveat lector.

If you don't like sex stories, don't read it.
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don't read it.
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don't read it.

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Copyright (C) 2003 Norm DePloom.  ALL Rights Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit
without the written permission of the author.  This story
may be freely distributed with this notice attached.  The
author may be contacted at 'MyStories at normdeploom dot
com'

All the characters and events in this story are fictional;
any resemblance to real people or events is entirely
coincidental.

Baby Sitting Jeremy

By
Norm DePloom

I'm sure the statute of limitations has run out by this time,
but I'll change our names anyway, just to be careful.  I
must have been about sixteen when I started babysitting for
Jeremy.  He couldn't have been more than ten at the time,
if that.  To say that Jeremy was percosious would be a
serious understatement.  I really enjoyed babysitting, I
would have enjoyed it even more if I could have done it
without the kids.  Babysitting didn't pay much, but it gave
me time away from home and, if the kids went to bed early
enough, or were bribable, I could have my boyfriend over
for a make-out session.

Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a slut.  I loved kissing my
boyfriend and I loved the way he touched me, but only on
top of my clothes, above my waist, and hands off my breasts.
Although I did pretend not to notice if his fingers
occasionally strayed onto the sides of my tits.  The first
time I babysat for Jeremy I didn't try to sneak my boyfriend
over, I wanted to get to know Jeremy and get an idea how
bribable he was.  He seemed to be a quite well-behaved,
intellegent young kid.  More than anything else he wanted
to impress me with how much he knew about dinosaures.  He
impressed me alright, he knew more about them than I ever
will.  The second time I was over, I broached the subject
with him shortly after his parents left for their evening
out.

"My boyfriend is going to come over for a little while,"
I said in as casual and off-handed manner as possible,
trying to sound like it was no big deal.

"Mom and dad won't like it," Jeremy responded looking at
me out of the corner of his eye.

"Well," I said, still trying to pretend it didn't really
matter to me one way or the other, "we don't have to tell
them, do we?"

"What's in it for me?"  That answered my question, Jeremy
was bribable.  Now to hagle over price.

"I'll let you stay up and watch anything you want on
television," I offered.

"No," he said after a moments thought, "there isn't
anything good on tonight"

"I'll make you some chocolate pudding."  He seemed to be
giving that serious thought.

"No," he finally answered, "that's not what I want."

"Well, what do you want?"  Illicit TV or extra deserts were
usually enough.

"I want," Jeremy said with a mischevous grin, "to see your
boobs."  My chin almost landed in my lap.  I opened and
closed my mouth several times before I managed to answere.

"No way," I practically yelled at him.  I had recovered
enough to try to hide how flustered I was by his demand.
I wasn't ready to admit even to myself that there had been
just a hint of 'bad girl' thrill in the pit of my stomach
when I heard what he wanted as payement for keeping quite.

"Then you better tell your boyfriend not to come over."
Jeremy managed to make the word boyfriend sound like a
terminal disease.  I spent the next hour trying to bargain
with him, but he wouldn't even consider anything else.  Then
I called my boyfriend and told him he couldn't come over.
I was almost in tears with frustration, and I must admit
I was mean to Jeremy the rest of the evening, but he seemed
to be unfased by my attitude, he didn't even argue when I
sent him to bed ten minutes early just out of spite.

Jeremy's parents finally came home and, after paying me,
his mom drove me home.  On the way it occured to me that
if Jeremy's dad was anything like his son maybe Jeremy's
mom couldn't trust him to give me the ride.   It was fairly
late when I got home so I kissed my mom and dad on their
cheeks and told them goodnight then headed upstairs to my
bedroom.

I may not let my boyfriend touch me, but that doesn't mean
I don't touch  myself.  Since I first discovered I could
do it, I've always thought that an orgasm  was just the thing
to help me relax and get to sleep at night.  I shocked myself
that night.  Instead of thinking about letting my boyfriend
do more than just kiss me, or even about a faceless stranger
coming  into my bedroom and forcing me to do 'things' (still
my favorite fantasy for those times when I have to take care
of my own needs), I imagined myself actually showing Jeremy
my breasts.  My nipples got hard, and I got even wetter than
usual, and I had to pull a pillow over my head to muffle
the little squeals that signal a really good, as opposed
to just average, orgasm.  I fell asleep thinking that I just
had to be some kind of perv to have gotten that excited
thinking about showing my boobs to a little boy.  When I
woke up the next morning, it seemed to me that I had spent
the whole night dreaming about being naked in a whole room
full of Jeremys.  I don't usually touch myself when I first
wake up, but that morning I couldn't keep my hands off
myself.  I was even wetter than I had been the night before.

I went to school and spent the entire day squirming in my
seat because I just couldn't get the image of Jeremy looking
at me out of my mind.  The excitement caused by that image
had almost driven me out of my mind by the  time I got home
and took care of myself while mom thought I was doing
homework.   I didn't get a chance to babysit again for two
weeks.  Two more weeks without the chance to really make
out with my boyfriend.

It was still light outside when I showed up at Jeremy's
house.  His parents left shortly after I arrived after
letting me know they'd be later than usual.  I was a little
disturbed by the way Jeremy kept looking at me while I fed
him dinner and cleaned up afterwards.  Even while we watched
television I could feel his eyes on my chest.  I kept looking
over at him, but never caught him actually looking.

"My boyfriend wants to come over."  I finally said.

"Then let me see your boobs," Jeremy replied without
hesitation.

I'm not sure if it  was because I hadn't had a good make-out
session in almost two weeks, or the totally unexpected,
naughty rush I got thinking about giving this kid what I
assumed was his first look at a girls breasts, but I said
ok, and lifted my sweater up to my armpits.

"Without your bra," Jeremy said as he stepped over and stood
in friont of me, "I want to see your naked tits, and you
got to let me look at them for a minute."

"OK," I, said,"but as soon as my boyfriend shows up you have
to go to bed."  I tried to display a facad of bored
nonchalance to hide how much it was exciting me to have this
kid boss me around, while I reached back and unhooked my
bra.  I held it in place for a few seconds to tease him,
then pulled it up exposing breasts.  My nipples hardened
under the boys intense gaze.  As the seconds passed I could
see Jeremy's dick begining to make a tent in the front of
his shorts.  We seemed to be locked together in some sort
of motionless dance, each of us staring at the other.  I
slid my hands under my breasts and pinched my erect nipples.
I wasn't even really aware that I was doing it untill I heard
myself moan, then I started to pull my hands away.

"Don't stop," Jeremy said with a half request, half command
tone.  Jeremy slipped his hand down to his crotch and
grasped himself.  I continued to pinch and twist my nipples
while I watched Jeremy stroking his little boy hardon
through the material of his shorts.  I licked my lips and
struggled to resist the urge to ask him to pull his pants
down so I could see him.  I felt like a total perv, and had
never been so excited in my life.  I could feel myself
getting wetter and wetter.  I was sure that it had been more
than a minute, but i had no desire to stop.  Secretly, I
think, I was hopping he would request/command that I pull
my panties down and show my pussy to him.  We both jumped
like guilty kids, which I guess is wxactly what we were,
when the doorbell rang.  I pulled my bra back into place
and, after reaching back and hooking it, smoothed my
sweater down as I walked to the door.

"Shit," Jeremy said, when the doorbell rang then, after an
angry look towards the door, headed for the back of the
house.  I never actually caught him, but I was sure that
Jeremy was watching as I made out with my boyfriend.
Showing my naked breasts to Jeremy, and seeing the buldge
of his hard dick had gotten me so excited that I let my
boyfriend slip his hand under my bra and touch my breasts.
I'm sure he would have been totaly crushed if I'd let him
know that the whole time he was squeezing my tits I was
pretending that it was Jeremy doing it.

I sent my boyfriend home earlier than I really had to, and
did something I'd never done before.  Laying on the couch,
I slipped my hand down inside my shorts and fingered myself.
I came just moments before I heard the car pull into the
driveway, and just had time to get my clothes straightened
before the front door opened.  I'm sure it was just my
imagination, but I was convinced that Jeremy's mom was
giving me funny looks as she drove me home.

It was almost a month before I babysat for Jeremy again.
I must admit, the anticipation of bribing Jeremy again was
more exciting than the thought of making out with my
boyfriend.  Jeremy's parents didn't seem to suspect
anything as they gave me last minute instructions and,
after kissing Jeremy and telling him goodnight, left the
house.

"My boyfriend is going to come over," I said as soon as the
car was out of the driveway, "do I have to show you my tits
again?"

"No," Jeremy answered, then giggled at the expression of
disapointment that I could not hide.  "You have to let me
feel them."  Jeremy paused, then continued, "just like you
let him do last time."  I could feel myself blushing, and
getting excited.  Had Jeremy been hiding in the shadows
watching me while I fingered myself on the couch?

"Only if you take off your shorts and let me see you too,"
I replied.  Jeremy was out of his shorts, and t-shirt,
standing in front of me naked, almost before I finished
making my demand.  As I watched his little boy cock grew
to its full size.  It wasn't as little as I thought it would
be, not that I had any real experience with hard dicks at
that time in my life.  I pulled my sweater off over my head,
then unhooked my bra and let it slip down my arms.  I
shivered with excitement as the cool air touched my naked
skin and hardened my nipples while Jeremy watched with one
hand on his hard little dick.  Stepping close, Jeremy placed
one hand under each of my breasts and gently bounced them
up and down.  Giving in to temptation, I grasped his hard
cock and stroked it and his balls with my right hand.  I
felt his body jerk as my fingers moved over the head of his
dick.

Jeremy surprised me.  Leaning forward he took my right
nipple into his mouth and sucked on it like a starving child.
I thought about taking my panties off and pulling the kid
on top of me, but that seemed a bit too perverted, even for
me.  We stayed locked together, Jeremy moving his sucking
mouth back and forth between my nipples, and my hand gently
pulling on his hard cock until the door bell rang.

I pulled my sweater down and stuffed my bra into my backpack
while Jeremy picked up his t-shirt and shorts and ran, naked,
from the room.  On the way to the front door, I caught a
glimpse of myself in a mirror hanging in the hallway.  My
hard nipples were outlined by the sweater, and it was
obvious that I was not wearing a bra.  I knew my boyfriend
was going to interpret my braless condition as an
invitation for him to have free access.  I led my boyfriend
to the couch and kissed him, exploring his mouth with my
tongue while he slipped his hands under my sweater and
played with my boobs.  Just before it was time for him to
leave, I helped him pull my sweater up and, for the first
time, for him, allowed him to look at and suck on by breasts.
I viewed it as a sign of how much of a perv I'd become that
I didn't find his sucking on my nipples to be nearly as
exciting as Jeremy's had been.  I gave my boyfriend a final
kiss, and a goodnight grope of my breasts, then closed the
door and put my bra back on.  I got my hair combed and my
clothes straightened just in time to welcome Jeremy's
parents home.

Even before Jeremy's mother dropped me off at my parent's
house, I had decided not to invite my boyfriend over the
next time I babysat for Jeremy.  The dirty-ness, the
nasty-ness, the just plane unadulterated perverted-ness of
what I was planning kept my wrist sore from obsessive
masturbation over the next couple of weeks.  Even though
I'd been a 'big time' masturbator since I was Jeremy's age,
I think my hand spent more time between my legs while I was
waiting for my next babysitting job than it had all of my
life up to that point.

There was a big dinner dance thing at the country club two
weeks later on Saturday night.  I new that both Jeremy's
parents, and mine, would be there until the wee hours of
Sunday morning, it would be the perfect time to put my
perverted plan into action.  I arrived at Jeremy's parent's
house just in time to serve us dinner.  Partly to be mean,
and partly because what I was about to do was scaring me
a bit, I didn't say a word about my boyfriend while I dished
up the dinner that Jeremy's mother had left for us.  We ate
in silence, but Jeremy kept looking over at me with obvious
expectation.

"Is your boyfriend coming over?"  Jeremy finally asked
after the suspense had gotten to be more than he could bear.

"No, not tonight," I answered with an innocent look on my
face.

"He's not?"  Jeremy seemed to be disappointed almost to the
point of tears.

"No," I just couldn't make the kid suffer any more besides,
my nipples were aching to be sucked on by that cute mouth
of his, "but would you like to see me totally naked anyway?"

"Totally?"  Jeremy's eyes grew big and round with the
possability of seeing everything.

"You'll have to undress me," I announced, standing up from
the table.  Jeremy got up and, for the first time, seemed
shy as he walked over to where I was standing.  I leaned
over and lifted my arms while he pulled my sweater over my
head.  I turned my back to Jeremy and forced him to undo
my bra hooks on his own.  I felt like I was vibrating with
anticipation as his inexperienced fingers fumbled with the
back of my bra.  When I felt the bra loosen I held it in
place with my arms and turned around to face him again.  I
could see Jeremy's already hard cock pushing against his
shorts as he grasped the bottom edge of my bra cups and
pulled them off my breasts.  Jeremy seemed to forget about
the rest of my clothes as he put his arms around my waist
and began to suck on my left nipple.  I also temporarily
forgot about my skirt and panties.

"Don't you want to finish?"  I asked, gently, and somewhat
reluctantly, pushing Jeremy's mouth away from my breasts,
after each of my nipples had received a thorough sucking.
Jeremy smiled up at me shyly, then unhooked the waistband
of my skirt and unzipped the zipper.  The feel of the skirt
sliding down my legs, leaving me standing naked, except for
my panties, in the middle of Jeremy's parent's dinning room,
while the young boy stared at me with a hunger that was
probably new to him, and was definitely new to me, filled
me with lust like I'd never known before.  Jeremy hooked
his fingers under the elastic waistband of my panties and
pulled them down off my hips onto the tops of my thighs.
He stopped there and, releasing the top of my panties ran
his fingers through my pubic hair.  Shivers ran over my skin
as Jeremy's fingers combed through my bush.

"Now you take off your clothes," I said as I finished
pushing my panties down my legs and stepping out of them.
Jeremy quickly stripped off his t-shirt and shorts then,
after telling me to wait right where I was, ran off towards
the back of the house.  I was beginning to feel a little
oogy about standing around naked when he came back with a
book.

"Come on," he said as he ran through the dinning room, on
his way to the living room, "I want to show you something.
I followed after and sat beside Jeremy on the couch as he
opened the large format book.  It was obviously some kind
of sex position book that his parents thought they had
safely hidden.  I became engrossed by the explicit
photographs of a man and a woman having sex in every way
I could imagine, and in several ways I never would have
imagined.  There were several pictures of the woman sucking
on the man's hard cock.  I pushed Jeremy back into the couch
and, after stroking his small, but extremely hard dick
several times, took it into my mouth.  I had no trouble
taking it all, and Jeremy's moans and hip thrusts told me
he appreciated what I was doing.  As I licked and sucked
on Jeremy's cock his body jerked and spasmed several times
as he had cum-less orgasms.  When I stopped Jeremy turned
the page, and we found ourselves looking at pictures of the
man running his tongue up and down the folds of the woman's
pussy.

"Your turn," I said as I leaned back and spread my legs.
Jeremy slipped off the couch and, getting down on his knees
between my thighs, pulled my cunt open with his fingers then
lowered his head and licked up and down my warm, wet folds.
I couldn't believe how much better this felt than it did
to touch myself, even though I knew exactly where to touch
myself and he didn't.  While he touched and licked my pussy,
I teased and pinched my nipples until I moaned loudly with
my first orgasm.

"Oh god, that feels so good," I told Jeremy as my hips jerked
with orgasmic pleasure.  Jeremy wasn't ready to stop yet.
He kept licking, and fingering me until I had another orgasm.
After I came a second time, we took a break and drank cokes
while we looked through the book.  I loved the pictures of
the man's big hard cock stretching the woman's pussy.
Jeremy wasn't anywhere near as big as the man in the picture
was but, on the other hand, I was still a virgin.  I didn't
even use my fingers when I masturbated.  I was pretty sure
that Jeremy would feel big enough when He got inside me.

Before we tried fucking we licked and sucked each other a
couple of times again, and generally explored every 'nook
and cranny' of each others naked body.  I think we were both
a little nervous about moving on to the actual act of
fucking.  It wasn't until Jeremy was beginning to look a
little tired, like he might start falling asleep, that I
decided I'd better move things along.  Laying back on the
couch, I spread my legs and held out my arms invitingly.

"Put your cock inside me," I said.  Jeremy grinned, then
crawled up between my thighs.  With what must have been
great luck, or considerable natural talent, Jeremy slipped
his dick into me on his first try.  I watched the look of
almost religious awe on his face with, I'm sure, the same
look on mine.  The actual act of intercourse rejuvenated
us both and banished all of our tired feelings.  Jeremy
pumped his cock in and out of my pussy with wild, joyous
abandon.  I quickly discovered I had been right.  In my
virgin pussy Jeremy's little boy hardon felt wonderful.

I have no idea how long we fucked.  We both had several
orgasms, but didn't stop pumping against each other until
we were forced to from shear exhaustion.  With Jeremy still
lying between my widespread thighs, and his, seemingly,
perpetually hard cock still inside my body, we rested with
Jeremy's head laying on my breasts.  I didn't intend to fall
asleep, but the next thing I remember was that shrill,
screaming female voice.

"Oh...My...God," she screamed waking me from a deep sleep.

"Well," Jeremy's mother said as she turned and walked
angrily from the room, "there is no longer any doubt that
he's your son."  I wasn't sure what to do, the still sleeping
Jeremy lying between my legs gave me at least a little cover,
and my clothes were still draped over the chair in the
dinning room

"Oh, fuck," was all I could manage to say as I looked down
at Jeremy who was still asleep with a thin line of drool
flowing from the corner of his mouth onto my breast.

"Yes, apparently" Jeremy's father said with a look that
managed to be angry and proud at the same time.  After all,
his pre-pubescent son had just managed to 'nail' the
teenage babysitter, what man wouldn't be proud?





-- 
Norm DePloom

"If it were done when 'tis done,
then 'twere well It were done quickly"-
Macbeth

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