Babysitting

by

Alter Ego
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Part I

I was sixteen when I first considered the idea of fooling around with an animal. My parents allowed me to earn some spending money by babysitting. A neighbor’s Labrador first stirred my interest.

It was common for me to baby-sit kids who had to be in bed by seven or eight o’clock. Then, I watched TV, did homework or read until their parents got home. At that age, my friends and I loved clothes, and because I have this generally curious nature, I also checked out what kind of lingerie the mom had. It’s pretty interesting what one finds in lingerie drawers. Maybe I will tell you about it sometime.

My experience with animals started very unexpectedly and my curiosity built over a period of time. The first thing I can recall was that like most dogs, Barclay, loved to shove his nose in my crotch as he did most women. I remember seeing him doing it to Mrs. Reese [not her real name] several times. He did it to me it seemed every time I would come over to baby-sit or visit.

From that point, the next thing I remember was the times I fell asleep on the couch and woke up to Barclay’s inquisitive nose. That is, I used to sit with my legs folded – they used to call it “Indian style” – to hold my books. And, I just found that position comfortable. Barclay would either try to bury his nose in the crotch of my panties or I woke up several times to find him eagerly licking me. I of course was a bit embarrassed when he would do this. Barclay loved attention and other times laid his head in my lap as I petted him for hours.

I babysit the Reese’s children and put up with Barclay’s antics for several years. Then one night when I was almost seventeen I found myself a bit horny just prior to my period. I had never had sex. The kissing and stuff I had done with my boyfriends had only gotten me a bit excited. Tonight, my pussy was driving me crazy. I had learned from reading, and a girlfriend, about masturbating and had come to quite enjoy it. I started having periods when I was fourteen. Call me a late bloomer, but my breasts had started growing a year or so prior to this. Enough said.

So, I was horny and even though the kids I was babysitting are in bed I went to the bathroom to masturbate. I loved to rub myself through my favorite panties until I orgasmed at least once. My panties were typically quite wet. My juices were thicker than what my girlfriends described theirs. So, I had no problem enjoying the warmth of my juices that collected in the crotch of my panties. These were the juices that worked their way through, and coated my fingers. I loved feeling this wetness in my panties. I came to find it quite erotic to wear my wet panties. I didn’t understand why some girls felt so compelled to clean up so quickly. Also, my juices did not seem to be as fragrant as others must be. I was lucky in this way, given I loved being wet. That too is another subject of interest for some other time.

Tonight, I returned to the couch and Barclay would not leave me alone. He kept putting his paws up on me and licking my face. I had seen is penis start to protrude many times before, but tonight it was poking out several inches. I felt somewhat sorry for him because I knew he was probably like this because of me. I was still a bit horny and maybe that’s what prompted me to touch and stroke him. I had only “by mistake” brushed a boyfriend or two’s hard on through their jeans. So, I got down on the floor with Barclay and reached under him. I pushed his head away to avoid his persistent licking. I grabbed hold of his penis. It was very warm and slightly wet. I began to softly stroke my hand up and down his long shaft. It was pointed. Unlike the pictures I had seen of a man’s penis. He enjoyed my attention and began to hump in motion with my hand. Clear fluid seeped out of the end for a long time. I stroked him, squeezing his growing shaft from time to time. This seemed like more than twenty minutes. I was fascinated by how erotic this was. I was thoroughly lost in just watching his penis slide through my hand. Then, for the first time I saw his knot grow at the base of his shaft. His penis seemed to grow slightly larger too. His shaft was now at least as wide as a roll of half-dollars! And his knot grew to the size of a granny smith baking apple. All this time he was seeping somewhat clear, slimy fluid. He then started to buck and hump more intently. And, all of a sudden he began to cum. He became rock hard and almost stopped his humping. Almost a quarter cup of milky white semen jetted out of his quivering pinkness. As soon as this stopped flowing, Barclay looked at me and pulled away. He curled up on the floor not more than two feet away and started licking himself. I of course, went to get some paper towels to clean up the hardwood floor and my hands.

It was erotic! Watching his large, firm penis sliding in my hand. His fluids lubricating my fingers and feeling so warm. I think because I was so fascinated I had not noticed how horny my pussy felt. It was engorged and wet, pulsating. I could feel that my swollen pussy lips and see them pushing at my panties. I also felt little twitches inside me. I knew these to be my pussy muscles pushing my juices out from inside me.

That evening I thought about learning to give a blowjob. I had heard others describe how, but had never wanted to before. And I do have to admit, I did think about what it might be like to have Barclay teach me what it would feel like to have a penis inside me.

I found that I was not in the least ashamed of these thoughts. In fact, they kept me horny for quite a while.

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Part II

The last couple times I babysit the Reese’s kids I could not wait for them to head off to bed. That was when Barclay, their Labrador, and I could play around. A month or so ago I was curious (and horny) enough to get myself to touch Barclay. And so I have been masturbating him at least three times a month.

I told you once that unlike many other women, I love it when my panties are wet. This had given me another avenue to further this enjoyment. The last two times I masturbated Barclay I had taken off my panties. I folded them over so that only the cotton crotch was exposed. And, as I masturbated Barclay’s huge penis I let his juices drip onto them. I also learned that if I wrapped my panties somewhat in paper towels I could further keep the rest of the panty from getting all wet. The paper towels also helped soak up a bit of his extra moisture and concentrate this where I wanted it most.

I quickly found that my interest lay more in collecting his semen rather than all the pre-cum. This was far stickier, though it seemed to dry up faster. However, it seemed to return to its’ slippery state if my juices helped add back the moisture it needed. I loved how my panties would slide and coat my pussy lips. And, with the right pair of panties, I could even feel them slide over my mounds when I walked or moved.

Tonight I had worn a short skirt and tight sweatshirt along with a pair of my favorite floral embroidered panties. The children were in bed and I called Barclay over by the couch. I knew that one of these days I wanted to learn what it was like to give a blowjob – and Barclay would be the lucky dog. But I could not get myself to do that just yet. So, I reached under his furry belly and found is warm, soft sheath. I began to stroke him. He stood still and it was obvious he enjoyed this… as the pink tip of his penis started to pop in and out. I could feel his maleness swelling and growing thicker. I stroked him firmly in long slow strokes. I did this until he was fairly extended and there was enough pre-cum to coat my hand. His hips joining in with a humping motion from time to time. Then, I would hold his bare shaft in my slippery hand and pump my fingers up and down this very hard, wet and very warm shaft. The pre-cum catching in my hand and keeping my fingers slick.

It was then that as he was about to cum I would grab my panties in my other hand and catch his seed in the soft cotton of my panty’s crotch. There, I could feel it later. It’s warmth and wetness keeping me wet and happy. If I did not sleep in these panties that night, I learned to save them in a zip lock baggy to keep them moist to wear the next day. They would be cold yet so exciting sliding them on after my morning shower. Their wetness reminding me of our play the night before.

But tonight I was going to try something a bit different. I had worn the sweatshirt because I was going to let Barclay mount me. I wanted him to ride me and feel like he was breeding me. However, I was not going to let him enter me. I was going to lower my panties just enough to slide him into them and not me.

So, as I felt him growing in my hand, I unzipped my skirt and tossed it on the couch. I then pulled down my panties just below my buttocks and got on the floor. Barclay needed a little educational assistance. I was on my hands and knees. I leaned over and reached through my legs and grabbed his penis. It was still mostly still sheathed. I tugged on it coaxingly and slid my one leg under him. He had nowhere to go except to either pull away or mount me. Well I guess instincts are pretty good in animals and I found he was a bit heavier than I had thought. He weighed my down but I was still able to keep hold of his penis. I began to stroke him.

It was not too long before he seemed to have no problem with the idea and started to hump at me and grow. As he grew and extended I rubbed his pre-cum into the crotch of my panties. And then I was able to hold his shaft in my panties as he continued to hump me on his own. It was a wonderful feeling as I felt his knot grow and push against me and feel the upper side of his shaft sliding along my crotch. But it was orgasmic to feel his penis quiver against my sensitive pussy lips as he came in my panty covered hand. I could feel each and every constriction of his muscles as he ejaculated into my panties. Oh, how I almost tried to slide him into me. But I was not mentally ready for that. I did have a small orgasm as I felt these ejaculatory spasms so intensified against my labia. Oh, when you ever have a chance to feel these you will know why this curiosity had no remorse. His penis thrust into my panties and hand, his knot rubbing my thighs and every pulse of his ejaculation was being amplified by the sensitivity of my labia and clitoris. My juices being squeezed out of me by the contractions of my quivering muscles. Mixing with his and helping him slide along my wet fur.

His ejaculation soaking the cotton crotch of my panties and leaving me humping my hips to his motions. Ooh to feel the pressure of his cum even through my panties was so erotic. Like a small jet of high pressure. Several times I felt his seed deposited in my panties. Oh, what that must, I hope, feel like inside oneself I thought! There was definitely something exciting about the thought of being bred, and filled with semen.

Once Barclay had cum he dismounted me and found interest only in himself. Is this a typical male thing? I of course was off to the bathroom to finish what Barclay had…uhmmm maybe it was I, this time… that started things.

I pulled down the panties and sitting back rubbed the drippings of his pre-cum over my mounds. I was slippery and very engorged. I went straight for my clitoris and had an orgasm that rocked my body within seconds! My whole body shook as my hips uncontrollably quivered my legs shook and my whole body was flooded with several waves of pleasure. It was the most intense and rewarding orgasm I had ever experienced. I was filled for over an hour after that with an intense warmth and afterglow.

That night I slept like a baby. And I smiled all the next day…especially when I walked or moved.

*****

Part III

It was my pleasure to baby-sit my neighbors, the Reese’s, and Barclay their dog. It was the kids I got paid for, but it was Barclay that made it a pleasure.

I had been playing with Barclay for about two years now and often loved to lay on my back in the chair, hike up my panties and slide Barclay’s big penis in-between the moist crotch of my panties – wet from my masturbation – and slide him along my mounds. There had been several tense moments over the last year where in my excitement Barclay had almost slid into me! I was not ready for this yet, though my curiosity almost had me willing to take that step. I had started positioning him so that at least part of his ejaculation squirted inside me.

A couple of times I had even masturbated him while I held the tip just outside my pussy. When he came, he shot as much of his juices as I could collect inside me. Of course, much of the precum dripped down my legs and over my labia. To me, this was heaven. However, I would later learn this was just the beginning.

Tonight, I laid back in the chair and hiked my dress and panties. Barclay slid lovingly along my mounds and soaked my panties. However, tonight I pushed him off and leaned my head under his tummy. With my tongue, I licked the tip of his shaft. Then, I opened my mouth and slid my lips around him as if sucking on a big lollipop. It was wonderful! As I tasted him and licked and sucked this new-found treat, he began to hump my mouth. It took some time for me to get in sync with him and not take a beating. I sucked and sucked as his juices flowed. I loved sliding my lips and tongue over him. The texture and warmth were erotic beyond description. I held onto his hind thighs as I took him deep into my mouth. Sucking and licking up every drop of his juices.

As he got close to cumming, I wrapped my mouth firmly around him. He came, somewhat choking me but I was not going to lose a drop. I wanted Barclay to feel my lips tightly around him. I gulped and gulped wanting to have every drop and make Barclay happy. It was my first time and definitely would not be my last!

I loved these games as I loved my panties being moist, and a new interest in the nicer lingerie that was now beginning to fit me. With this interest came another game. I loved to put some of Barclay’s cum on my nipples and then put on my bra. As the stickiness dried or was absorbed in the material, my nipples rubbed this area as if slightly glued – as my breasts slid against the cups of the bra. This acted as if a pair of fingers were always rolling my nipples between them. Sometimes my nipples would get hard as erasures! And in turn, my clit begged to be rubbed.

I also learned how I could cross my legs even in the middle of maths class and squeeze my thighs together. There were times when I had slacks or jeans on and was sitting in the back of the room that I slid my hand into my lap and carefully rubbed my clit to orgasm.

I was getting to a point that soon I would have no hesitation about wanting to take Barclay as my first lover! I could trust Barclay and not have to worry about pregnancy. Oh, I began to think about Barclay and whether to let him mount me like a true dog or lie under him on my back and watch him penetrate me!

It was a good thing I kept extra panties and tampons in my locker. I could not believe how horny I seemed to be almost all the time. I even found an errant touch in the locker room by another girl electrifying one day. She was reaching around me to borrow something from my locker and lost her balance. She ended up leaning against me and naturally, her hands found my breasts as she tried to keep from falling. Her hands sliding over my breast and catching on my nipples sent a shudder through me. For some reason, I found it exciting and not disgusting. I also began to enjoy more the hugs between friends. With some girls, I began to have more body contact. Not that anyone objected, but our hugs seemed to be getting closer. Our legs seemed to almost always find themselves where a thigh would brush firmly against you. A hand would seemingly not get out-of-the-way of a breast in time as we reached around each other. Or, a hand would rub across a breast as the other girl turned. These were many subtleties that I began to notice, and enjoy, though at times I think some girls were oblivious to what they were doing. Hmmmm, or they were very coy.

But Barclay was ‘my man’ and I knew I would soon be his bitch. It did not bother me to think like that. I knew I liked this and it was not hurting anyone. We both were finding great pleasure in our romps.

Part IV

It had been awhile since I last babysit. I had been fantasizing about Barclay a lot. I had missed his warm cum, his firm shaft and masturbating was just not the same as having him to help.

Yes, I am lucky and as most of you probably picture me have a nice mid-puberty body. The baby fat is gone; I have nicely shaping breasts, hips and long legs. Moreover, once in a while I catch men glancing a bit longer than they should at me. It is nice. It confirms my feeling that my body looks as nice as I feel.

My nipples have taken on minds of their own. There are times their sensitivity seems to go into overdrive. The slightest movement against my bra cups or satin top sends my pussy into a tingling, moistened state of desire. It is fun in that I have driven myself to orgasm just walking down the schools hallway. This was between classes and the hallway was empty. It allowed me to focus my thoughts on my nipples rubbing against my bra. I did reach up and rolled them between my fingers through my blouse and bra. I walked a bit funny too as I squeezed my thighs together. I felt several jolts of electricity rock my pussy. I could tell my pussy was wet and my panties were undoubtedly too. I almost stumbled once. It was exciting. The orgasm AND being able to do this in public added to the thrill. I could do this any time and know one probably would be the wiser. Other than me of course! {smile}

So, the kids were in bed. I had been rubbing my nipples through my tee-shirt and new bra. It was a new double strap with double layer type that was popular. Mesh on the inside and a satin outer layer. The matching panty had a similar front panel. My nipples had forced me to slide my hand under my short skirt several times. My finger dipped inside my wetness and frantically the rubbed my clit to orgasm! I did so when the kids were distracted eating and my hand was under the table, or later when they were glued to a television show. I was wet and my building orgasms were a bit different tonight. They were not soft and warming but like hot flashes or waves, jolting my body when I they came. Then seeping away like a receding wave on the seashore.

I began stroking Barclay’s sheath as he lay next to me on the couch. He rolled somewhat on his back. I slid off the couch onto my knees. As his pinkness began to emerge I leaned over and licked it as I continued to pull at his sheath. That was all it took for him to almost instantaneously grow to full size and firmness. “Boy, he is excitable tonight.” I thought to myself. I leaned over and engulfed his shaft in my mouth. My saliva wetting his tool as my lips began to slide up and down its length. I could taste some pre-cum. I wanted him. I needed him or something in me. The desire was too great. My inhibitions were drained.

I looked around as I stood up. I slid my panties down my legs and tossed them on the coffee table. Barclay was trying to get up but I encouraged him to stay lying down with a few more strokes of his shaft. I then HAD to do it. I rubbed his chest and spoke softly to him. As I spoke, I lifted one leg over and straddled him. I then lowered myself and reached behind me. I found his shaft and positioned it at the entrance to my wet pussy. I pulled my labia apart and leaned a bit forward. I was amply moist to lubricate his tip. Still speaking softly to Barclay and rubbing his chest with my other hand, I slid down over him. He immediately began to hump away at me. It was wonderful! His firm shaft sliding into me. I was being filled up with his manhood! Feeling his hard, hot shaft sliding against the walls of my pussy. Feeling him fill my pussy. Yes, he was and this was my first! I leaned over him and started to pump my hips back against him. Oh, it felt so wonderful! I rode up and down, up, and down on his shaft. I was in heaven. My pussy was throbbing with pleasure I had never known. I was wet and he was sliding in and out of me! An orgasm came and made my whole body shiver. My nipples seemed to tighten into little knots and ricocheted the orgasm back down my body to my quivering pussy. I could feel how lubricated I was and his shaft spreading me with each thrust. He felt very warm, even hot. But oh so wonderful and right. I knew I wanted this and would want it again!

I do not know if it was just me, or him and me that made me so wet. I was almost jumping up and down, as I wanted to feel more and more of him sliding inside me. I loved this feeling of being fucked! I knew now what it felt like to want, hell need, him to cum in me. To make me feel I have done my part. Give me his seed! I felt his knot pushing at me. I lowered myself to it, to feel it push against me. I was not going to take this in me on my first time. I did love the feel of it enlarging and rubbing against my labia. I pushed against it. Felt it push against and stretch me. I could also feel Barclay’s shaft and tip buried deep in me. It felt like he was in my stomach! I squeezed my vaginal muscles repeatedly around him. Squeezing him tight as I slide up and down. I was a woman milking him of his semen. Wanting what was mine, my reward.

Several times, I had to stop and brace myself against the couch. An orgasm would flood my body with waves that debilitated me for several moments. Like being shocked with waves of tingling electricity that flowed over ones body. Several times however I was jolted and almost collapsed on Barclay as my vaginal muscles suddenly spasmed and clamped down on Barclay harder than I knew they could. They were sudden. Yet at the same time I felt as if I wanted Barclay to explode inside me! I was dying to feel his hot cum shoot into me. I wanted something to push back hard and fierce against those spasms. I needed that! I needed to feel him thrust and cum inside me!

It was my wish. Shortly after the next sudden spasm and wave of pleasure I felt Barclay slow down and start to jerk into me. Oh, IT WAS WONDERFUL! It felt like he was pumping pints of hot, fluid into me. He was pumping his cum for all his worth into me – there were moments when he seemed to spray, hard, into me. I could also feel it flowing down the insides of my legs. I savored every spurt. I tightened up to try to save his seed inside me. As much as I could.

When Barclay was done I rolled off the couch and leaned against a chair with my legs in the air. I wanted to keep as much of his work inside me when I went to clean up a bit. I had also brought a tampon to help. I did not want it to absorb it all. I was hoping that there was enough of him in me to keep my panties wet for a while. Oh, Barclay did not get to clean himself off. I wonderfully and graciously felt that was my responsibility to lick him clean. And, I did so with a smile.

The End.

 

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