Dane’s Babysitter

(Mf, fm-1st, oral)

by Pan (c) 2003

3/2003

Dane grew up with privileges and hardships.  He 
was privileged to grow up in a house of means.  
He went to the finest catholic school in the 
city, he lived in a big house with nine 
bedrooms, and he was never wanting for toys, 
video games, or clothes.  But he also lived 
with his share of hardships.  He never knew his 
mother as she gave up custody to his father 
when he was just a baby.  His father was a very 
successful businessman, and he spent little 
time with his son.  The house was empty other 
than the two of them.  His parents had never 
had more children, so he had no brothers and 
sisters.  And now that he had just turned nine, 
they had moved to a new city, where he knew no 
one.  There were many nights when his father 
couldn't even come home.  Those hard nights 
would later turn out to be privileged ones.

Those nights Dane got to spend time with Rachel 
Yee, his baby sitter.  Rachel was a nice 
Chinese girl from St. Bonaventure, the school 
where they both attended, but she was fifteen 
and in high school.  Dane usually got home from 
school by himself, a pretty self reliant kid 
with auburn locks and blue eyes.  But on nights 
when his father wouldn't be home, Rachel would 
come over to take care of dinner and to just 
watch him and their large house.

Dane had never met a Chinese girl before, and 
he thought that she was beautiful.  She was 
five foot six, taller than Dane by five inches, 
but weighed in at lighter than Dane at about 
less than a hundred pounds.  Her hair was long 
and darker than any he had seen before.  Her 
eyes where sharp on the ends, to a precision 
point, while round and soft closer to her nose.  
She was fifteen, only six years older than Dane 
himself, and had already grown into a mature 
shape with small C-cup breasts and an hour 
glass figure.  Before Rachel, he never thought 
about girls in that way, but after Rachel, he 
would never see them the same again.

He and Rachel would get along great when she 
would come over.  She was still very young and 
playful at heart.  She wasn't like the other 
teenagers Dane knew, all concerned about 
growing up and acting like adults.  She enjoyed 
playing video games with Dane and they watched 
TV together.  That was when Rachel wasn't doing 
homework.  She was a good student, and 
hardworking.  Dane admired that about her.

One night, when she was over to watch Dane, his 
father had had to stay late at the office to 
take care of some major business, she had 
fallen asleep in front of the television.  Her 
slender body had stretched out on the couch, a 
book on top of her chest, and the chatter of 
some late night talk show yammering something 
unimportant.

Dane himself was way past his bedtime.  He had 
been up still playing video games on his 
console in his bedroom while Rachel was pre-
occupied with work.  He discovered Rachel 
asleep when he went downstairs to get a glass 
of water.  Coming down he saw his babysitter's 
sleeping form as he passed the living room on 
the way to the kitchen.  After getting his 
water he went back to the living room.  Going 
to the coffee table he picked up the remote and 
turned off the TV.  Rachel was still asleep.  
She must have been working hard, Dane thought.  
She didn't even stir.

Dane then noticed that one knee was up, leaning 
against the couch back.  Her mini skirt had 
slid up her thigh, exposing most of her leg.  
Dane liked seeing Rachel dressed outside of 
school clothes.  She tended to be dressed in 
very skimpy outfits when she came to baby sit.  
He figured she just didn't have the opportunity 
with St. Bonaventure’s uniforms.  Tonight she 
wore a black mini skirt and a tight green t-
shirt that was cut off at the midriff.  Dane, 
still trying to be helpful, removed Rachel's 
book and put it on the coffee table.  Rachel 
still only gently breathed.  Her breasts heaved 
underneath the t-shirt, showing Dane that she 
didn't wear a bra.  Unable to contain his 
curiosity any longer he moved his hands towards 
her shirt.

Lifting it up, he tried to tug as much shirt 
and as little flesh as possible.  Sliding up 
like an opening treasure chest, Rachel's 
breasts became mostly uncovered.  Dane could 
barely move in the excitement.  They were so 
smooth and soft.  Her nipples were small and 
pointed, like little traffic cones.  Dane put 
his glass of water down.  His other hand had 
other things to do.  Unable to defeat his 
better judgment, he reached out and caressed 
Rachel's left breast.  It was as soft and warm 
as he had imagined.  Then, Rachel moved.  
Dane's heart jumped two whole beats, but he 
could do nothing except stand there with one 
hand lifting her shirt and his other on her 
chest.  But to Dane's relief she didn't wake 
up.  And to his joy, she even raised both arms 
above her head.  She parted her small but pouty 
lips as she took in a big breath.  Dane did not 
know it at the time, but she was responding 
subconsciously to his touch.  She was getting 
turned on in her sleep.

Dane's hands continued their exploration.  They 
circled her nipples until they fully stood at 
attention.  He marveled at the change in 
terrain on her soft mountains.

Next he put down the edge of her shirt.  It was 
already pulled up so it left the bottom halves 
of her breasts exposed.  Dane then took half a 
slide down the couch and lifted the bottom of 
Rachel's mini skirt.  He did the same with the 
skirt as he did with the shirt, and soon he was 
rewarded with the sight of lacy red panties.  
While one of Rachel's leg was up with a knee 
leaning against the back of the couch, the 
other leg was dangling off the couch, leaving 
her legs partially open.

Dane had been told that there was a hole on 
girls where his penis was, but it still amazed 
him how different it was.  He reached down and 
touched her mons through the lace.  She took in 
another deep breath in blissful sleepy 
response.  Then, daring more than he probably 
should have, he pulled away from her body the 
strip of panty that went underneath and in 
between.  There he saw the reddish-pink that 
was her vagina.  He reached one finger in and 
touched her private softness.

It was then that lights pulled into the 
driveway.  His father had come home.  Dane 
stood up and left Rachel on the couch.  Only 
when he was on the top of the stairs did he 
remember that he left his babysitter half naked 
on the couch.  But it was too late to go back.

From the safety of his room, Dane heard his 
father come into the house.  A few minutes past 
and then he heard his father and Rachel 
talking.  They were too far away to make out 
what they were saying, but it sounded like they 
were just passing pleasantries.  Usually Dane 
wasn't up to hear Rachel leave the house.  A 
few more minutes past as he heard Rachel's 
familiar melodic laugh at something his father 
had said.  Soon though, things were quiet, and 
Dane wondered what was going on.  He hadn't 
heard the front door, which was huge and loud, 
close, so Rachel must have still have been in 
the house.  Curiosity again conquered, and Dane 
slipped into the hallway.  He snuck down the 
stairs little by little until he could see in 
the living room.

There, his father was standing facing Rachel, 
who was also standing.  He was to his father's 
back, and Dane could see Rachel facing his 
father with her back to the couch’s back.  His 
father's left hand was caressing Rachel's face, 
and she was closing her eyes and enjoying it.  
His father's other hand was soon up Rachel's t-
shirt, and he saw from underneath the fabric, 
his hands fondling the same breasts he hand 
been just minutes before.

Like directing a ballet dancer to pirouette, 
Dane's father turned Rachel around until she 
too was facing away from Dane.  Pushing her 
upper back forward, and tilting her hips toward 
him he gracefully guided her to bend over the 
couch's back.  Her hands rested on top of the 
couch, bracing for whatever Dane's father would 
do.  He didn't waste any time.  He reached up 
and undid her black miniskirt and pulled it 
off.  Dane then noticed that Rachel was wearing 
a thong for panties.  His father caressed her 
round butt cheeks a little before he pulled the 
panties down - but not all the way, just far 
enough down her thighs to make her accessible.

Dane then watched his father plunge his fingers 
into the same vagina he was only poking at 
before.  Rachel made a gasp as she was invaded.  
Then she moaned as Dane’s father skillfully 
manipulated and pleasured her.  Dane was 
startled to see his father move his fingers up 
her vagina with such precision and well thought 
out strokes.  With his other hand he held her 
belly and body in place as he rifled through 
her.  When Rachel began to breathe at a 
regularly accelerated pace, Dane's father 
pulled his fingers out and undid his pants.  He 
then pulled out his already massively stiff 
penis and aimed it at Rachel's young pussy.  
With a deliberate thrust he penetrated Rachel.  
A gasp ushered in his entry.  While he 
continued to thrust into her one hand steadied 
her hips and the other shot up her belly and up 
her shirt.

Dane watched transfixed as his father slowly 
and purposefully plunged the depths of his 
fifteen year old babysitter.  Rachel's dark 
hair tossed back and forth as she rocked to the 
motion of the thrusts.  Dane marveled as his 
father's penis slid in and out of her little 
body slick with her juices.  He never imagined 
that a body could produce so much moisture.

Soon, Dane's father quickened his pace.  Rachel 
whimpered a little but held on tight to the 
couch.  With a jerk of his body, Dane's father 
finished off his last couple pushes into 
Rachel.  He held himself into her for a few 
seconds then pulled out a limp penis.  Rachel 
was panting while bent over the couch still, 
her little body shaking from the sensation.  
She wasn't finished yet, and Dane's father knew 
it.  Two fingers went up her vagina and 
continued the work he left off.  Rachel's body 
picked up right where it had left off again, 
and Dane watched carefully as his father 
massaged Rachel from behind.  Soon Rachel's 
body was convulsing with pleasure and she let 
out a quiet sigh of relief.

Dane's father turned the girl around and gave 
her a deep kiss which she returned wrapping her 
arms around his neck.  Dane backed up the 
stairs in case he was seen, but stayed close 
enough to hear them talk.

"Well, that was nice, Mr. Jones," Rachel said.

"It was more than nice," Dane's father said in 
his British accent.  "It was wonderful.  Is it 
late?  Do you want to stay the night?"

"No, sorry, Mr. Jones, but I should be getting 
back.  Thanks for leaving me dinner, though."

"If you're going to be watching my boy, dear, 
you should have a good meal.  Oh and here's 
your babysitting pay."

"Mr. Jones, please.  Just regular babysitting 
rate is fine - everything else was my 
pleasure."

"You're a good girl.  Can I offer you a ride 
home?  It is quite dark out."

"Sure thing, Mr. Jones.  Thanks."

After the heavy door closed, Dane made his way 
back to his bed.  His life forever changed.

For the next few days Dane's father came home 
at a regular hour, so Rachel didn't need to 
come over.  Much to Dane's disappointment.  
Dane's father would come home and cook or bring 
home dinner.  His father never really mentioned 
anything strange, even though to Dane, 
everything was different.

Dane built up enough courage to ask a question 
once during dinner.

"Is Rachel a pretty girl?" Dane asked.  His 
father didn't even skip a beat as he continued 
eating.  His spectacles were low on his nose as 
he was reading a paper while at the dinner 
table.

"Yes she is, Dane," he responded in his British 
accent without even looking up.  "Rachel is a 
pretty girl and will one day grow up to be a 
beautiful woman.  Do you think she's pretty?"

Dane thought about it for a moment.  Almost 
like it was a poker hand he didn't know if he 
wanted to show yet.  He thought that Rachel was 
gorgeous, but he didn't know if he wanted to 
admit that to his father.  "Yeah, I guess so," 
was all he managed.  Dane grew up in the 
states, and his mother was American, so he 
never developed the accent.

His father then put down the paper and pushed 
his glasses further towards his eyes and looked 
at his son.  Dane stopped eating too, fearing 
that his father saw everything, which he did.  
Or at least he recognized Dane's growing 
attraction to his babysitter.

"Rachel's a very pretty girl, Dane.  You'll 
discover when you're older that they don't get 
much prettier than Rachel.  And she's a good 
girl too.  You should always remember to treat 
good girls and women well."

"Yes, sir."

"I'm going to be working late tomorrow, and 
I'll be asking Rachel to swing by then.  Would 
that be alright or would you like to come into 
the office?"

"Umm.... I have some homework I need to do 
here, so I think I'll stay home."

"Very well.  Don't stay up too late, I know 
Rachel spoils you sometimes."

"Yes, sir."  Inside, Dane was ecstatic.  Rachel 
would be here tomorrow night.

The next day wouldn't go by fast enough.  The 
hours ticked by so slowly until school was 
over.  Dane thought the quarters passed by like 
great glaciers or that boring sport that his 
father watched, cricket, which could take days 
to complete.  But eventually Dane got home, and 
did his homework quicker than he had ever done 
them before.

Just before dinner time, Rachel arrived with a 
cheery smile.

"Hi, Dane," she said coming in without even 
knocking.  She was fully allowed to come and go 
as she liked.  "What did your dad leave for us 
for dinner?"

Rachel was wearing that day, since it was still 
late summer, a pair of short red hot pants and 
a sleeveless white button down shirt.

They had a pleasant dinner, and then watched 
some TV.  That night, wrestling was on, and 
they had a great time booing and cheering for 
their favorite wrestlers.  Near the end of the 
program, Rachel leapt onto Dane while they were 
on the couch and put him in a headlock.  They 
began to pretend to wrestle.  They had done 
this before, but Dane had never before been so 
aware of Rachel's breasts squeezing against 
him, or of how smooth her thighs felt when they 
wrapped around him.  Soon the pressure building 
from his hard-on was unmaskeable under his 
shorts, and he knew that Rachel could feel it 
as they wrestled.

Rachel stopped and faked catching her breath.

"Looks like you got a bruise down there, Macho-
man," Rachel said pointing at Dane's obvious 
bulge.  Dane turned beat red and didn't know 
what to do or say.  To have her know that he 
thought about her in that way would be 
impossible.  He would never be able to show his 
face to her again.  "Dane, don't look like 
you're about to die.  It's perfectly natural," 
Rachel said trying to make Dane more 
comfortable, but Dane still couldn't say 
anything and mentally tried to ease his penis 
down, but it didn't want to respond, except to 
Rachel.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" Rachel asked.

"Of course," Dane responded almost defensively, 
as if Rachel could ever doubt her own beauty.  
"You're very pretty."

"Thank you, you're so sweet.  Well that 
explains your body's little hello to me.  
That's all it is.  What do you think is pretty 
about me, Dane?"

"Well... umm... you have a really pretty 
face... umm..."

"Thank you again.  Don't worry about that.  My 
body does the same thing."

"It does?" was all Dane could get out in 
surprise.

"Well, not exactly the same, but these swell up 
when they get extra attention," Rachel said 
pointing to her breasts.  Rachel then lowered 
her voice in a conspiratory tone, "you wanna 
see?"

Dane could barely believe what he was hearing 
from the beautiful Chinese girl sitting on the 
couch with him.  He couldn't even speak.  He 
just nodded.

Rachel undid the buttons on her shirt, exposing 
her cleavage and then finally when she 
unbuttoned as far as her belly button she 
pulled apart her shirt and exposed her 
unfettered breasts.  The nipples pointed 
directly at Dane as Rachel pushed her chest 
forward.

"Touch them.  Go ahead.  They're not always 
like this."

Dane still had to think twice and have his 
brain double check what he had just heard.  At 
best he was hoping for another opportunity 
where Rachel would fall asleep.  This was 
beyond his dreams.  Dane did not hesitate and 
slid down the couch next to Rachel and with 
only one hand touched her left breast.  Rachel 
smiled at him as he circled her nipple, feeling 
her risen flesh.

"You can squeeze harder.  They're not going to 
break.  Use your other hand too."

Dane obeyed instantly.  Both of his young hands 
were now fondling the fifteen year old's firm 
c-cup breasts.  She continued to smile at her 
young ward, discovering her body.

"Remember," Rachel told him, "not everybody can 
touch me like this.  Only really special 
friends can do it.  And we are really special 
friends.  Got it?"

"Yes."

"Can you feel them getting just a little 
bigger?"

"Umm... not sure."

"Well, trust me, they are.  See my body does 
the same thing as this," she said and touched 
Dane's cock through his shorts.  It responded 
by almost bursting forth.  "Wow, you have a big 
one in there.  We're really special friends 
right?"

"Yeah, Rachel."

"Being your special friend, can I see your 
penis?"

"Sure," Dane said as he sat back.  He did not 
hesitate one second before he slid his shorts 
down.

"You ARE your father's son," Rachel whispered 
more to herself than to Dane.  She stared at 
his raging penis with true desire and even 
licked her lips once.  She crawled over him, 
still with her shirt wide open, and gripped his 
shaft with one hand and began to slowly stroke 
it.  "You have a really nice penis, Dane.  You 
should be proud of it."

Dane was lost in the sensations of her fingers, 
and heard her words as if through a thick fog.  
He just reclined back against the couch arm as 
Rachel's slightly taller body looked over her 
and jacked off his, until now, untouched penis.

"Do you want to feel something really nice?" 
Rachel asked him.  He couldn't imagine yet what 
could be nice than her hands, but he nodded 
anyway.  Her head then went down and to his 
amazement he felt her small soft lips on the 
tip of his penis.  He groaned in pleasure as he 
also felt her tongue darting onto and off his 
penis.  Then she opened fully impaled her face 
on his phallice.  Dane's mouth opened in a 
silent cry of pure ecstasy as Rachel expertly 
went to work on his penis.  Her dark hair fell 
gently all around his crotch, blocking his 
view, but his penis was sending all the 
information necessary to signal that it was 
getting a warm mouth to suck on it.  Pretty 
soon he came, and squirted his young fluids 
into Rachel's mouth.  Rachel sucked down every 
pulse.  When he was done ejaculating into his 
babysitter she removed her mouth and looked up 
to face him.  She smiled and visibly swallowed 
his cum.  "Did you like that?"  He nodded.  
“Has anyone else tasted your cum?”

“No, just you.”

“Thank you for letting me be the first, Dane,” 
she said while her head still floated over his 
crotch.

“Uh... you’re welcome.”

"I think you're really special, Dane.  Would 
you like to see me take off my pants?"

Rachel sat back and unbuttoned her own pants.  
She slid them off quickly, panties and all.  
She then laid back on the opposite couch arm 
with one leg up on the couch back and the other 
swung out to the coffee table.  With her hand 
right above her pussy, she curled her finger in 
the come-here signal.  Dane went where he was 
summoned, between Rachel's spread out legs.

"Go on, touch it," Rachel said unbuttoning the 
last of her shirt.  She began to caress her own 
breasts waiting for Dane.  Dane didn't let her 
wait long as he slid his fingers through the 
folds of her vagina.  "When you move your 
fingers there," she said moving his fingers 
around her clitoris, "that feels really good 
and drives me crazy."

She began to moan as he played with her pussy.  
He then moved two fingers inside her, just as 
he saw his father do, and she responded with a 
pleasured gasp.

"Oh, Dane, that's perfect," Rachel said 
motioning for his head to come closer to hers.  
She clasped the back of his head and kissed him 
deeply.  Later he would find it funny that he 
hadn't kissed her until he hand one hand up her 
vagina and the other on her breast.  He had 
stolen third and second without even touching 
first base.  He then felt her hand searching 
below him until it found and grabbed onto his 
penis.  It was hard again already.

"Put it in, Dane," she whispered to him.

He fumbled at her entrance at first, but 
eventually found the right angle and used the 
weight of his body to enter her.  His body was 
smaller than the older girl, but he filled her 
pretty well, and she responded well to it.  He 
thrust clumsily at first, but was a quick 
learner.  The previous ejaculation had left him 
with enough energy to go longer.  Rachel's 
longer legs wrapped around his body as he 
pumped into her.

"Oh, Dane, that's great," she said into his 
ear.  "You're going to be so good at this...  
holy... geez... Dane... Dane.... f... do me... 
please  do me..."

Dane finally came and jerked his body into the 
Chinese girl.  They both panted as he went limp 
inside of her.  When he pulled out, Rachel 
kissed him on the forehead.

"That was great for your first time," Rachel 
told him.

There would be two more times for the young 
Dane that night.  Rachel couldn’t help but be 
impressed by the stamina of her young lover.  
Admiration followed enjoyment as she showed him 
how to kiss, how to suckle her tits, how to 
thrust with purposeful rhythm into her body.  
And he took to it all like a young Casanova.  
It wasn’t until later that night, they had 
moved to Dane’s bedroom.  There among the 
Spiderman sheets, Dane fell asleep snuggled 
against his babysitter with one hand still 
cupping and occasionally fondling her breast.  
It was then that the bedroom door opened 
silently, and standing with the hallway light 
behind him was Dane’s father.

Rachel carefully extracted herself from Dane’s 
bed and crept to the door.  She went into the 
hallway, still naked, and Dane’s father closed 
the door behind her.

“How’d my boy do?” he asked Rachel.

“Super, Mr. Jones,” she said.  “He’s going to 
be as good as his father one day.”

“Very good,” Mr. Jones said.  “Let me now show 
you how appreciative I am.”  He leaned down and 
kissed the girl on her small full lips.  He 
then picked her light naked body up and carried 
her to his own bedroom.  Rachel’s body was 
tired from the young Jones, but it was already 
getting wet thinking about the expertise of the 
elder.  Babysitting was tiring work, she 
thought.
