Babysitting steven part 3
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It was the end of another school day, 11th June 1968 to be precise, as Steven Coburn headed toward the main door of the school on his way home, accompanied by his classmate and best friend, Martin 'Wilks' Wilkins. “COBURN.... Come back ’ere and get in my study before you even think of going anywhere,” bellowed the rich Yorkshire tones of Mr. Fishwick the large and imposing headmaster, just as Steven was about to exit the building. Stopping in his tracks Steven turned around and looked towards...
My mother got sick on her Asian Simmered Halibut with Rice Wine in May, 2002. Because of that, Bradley and I didn't have sex that Friday night. We didn't get it on until a Saturday night in June, 2012, ten years after college and five years into my marriage. When that Saturday night finally came I think I was certain I was going to do it, but if there was any smidgen of doubt left in me then it had to be the wedding that pushed me those last few inches. You know about women and weddings? They...
Wife Lovers*** Well hung Neighbour explores with me.... It was around 1990 give or take a year when Steven first moved in next door, i came to know soon enough he had relocated from down south a good distance away, i never knew how or why he came to end up living literally next door to me but what i did know was - looking back on that time in my life was i was very happy he did! Steven was the same age as me, in fact he was about a month younger his birthday was early June mine the beginning of May. He...
GayZANNOPOLIS WAS A CITY larger than any town Steven had visited. It was surrounded by a wall, and soldiers at the gate saluted smartly as the knights galloped past with Steven running behind. The broad road on which they entered turned sharply to the left, then to the right and right again. Amid the towering shops and houses closing in on them, Steven quickly lost his sense of direction. There was not just one inn, but a row of hostellers lining the street they traveled on, and the knights...
THE DAYS THAT FOLLOWED proved just as strange. For now, Steven traveled eastward on the road and encountered other travelers on a regular basis. But it seemed that the more people he saw, the fewer saw him. Occasionally a traveler would greet him as they passed. Sometimes as he caught up with a slower traveler, they would walk together some few steps, but Steven now was feeling a more urgent need to press forward and soon, even those he spoke to were quickly forgotten. After his first night...
CHAPTER 1 I loved babysitting. Not so much with actual babies, but for kids that you can joke with, tease, play games with, or just have fun with. I was so good with kids that my parents’ friends were always asking for me to sit for them. My parents were very strict and would not allow me to date or even hang out with boys my age. But, babysitting was acceptable. It was both social interaction and my only way to make money. I loved to hang out and babysit for family friends. They...
For most white people, their knee-jerk, conditioned response at the mere mention of the word reparations is to scream, “My family never owned any slaves. I’m not paying any reparations! You Blacks need to just get over it, slavery was in the past, let it go for Christ’s sake.” For Werner Steven Miller, Steven to most, his perceptions were completely opposite. Steven had a deep-seated, compelling desire to pay for the sins of his hypothetical father; he longed to be the nasty pet of a...
Steve's thrusts became more urgent, and he became more vocal. "Oh God, I'm going to cum… Oh… Oh… I’m coming!"Heather quickened her pace and rubbed her clit, I stroked furiously, accidentally taking a step into our bedroom. Steve moaned out, shooting ropes of cum into Heather's pussy. Heather's body shook in pleasure and slumped back onto Steve's chest, and I shot a load onto the carpet and my hand. I ducked out of my hiding spot, grabbed my swimsuit, and headed for the truck. Heather slid off...
Wife LoversEpisode 2: The ColleagueSeries: Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesRating: NC17Summary: Something incredible happens to me when I mistake my hot male colleague to be alone in at the police department.Hmmm... my hot colleague Steven R. McQueen.I couldn't stop thinking about him.He was so hot, a body to die for. Of course I had seen him nude in the showers, I had been the same. But we had never hooked up. I was not that close with him. Was he into guys or girls?Men or women?I had no idea.However, I...
PERHAPS HE SHOULD have paid the tinker for his story with one of his own right away and set off at a more brisk pace to put steps behind him, Steven thought; but the tinker was such good company and Steven had so many questions that it was difficult to part. Steven spent the entire walk the next day asking for more details. While others he had met confessed to have heard of a dragon, the tinker was the first who actually knew a story about one and may have even seen the impossible pot at some...
CAMP WAS COLD AND EMPTY when Steven awoke in the morning. There was no sign of the tinker, his cart, or his donkey. The market flags were gone and what people Steven saw were distant even when he was near them. He ate sparingly of the food he had been given for travel at the manor the evening before, shouldered his pack, and started up the long road ahead. Steven soon settled into his long one hundred steps per minute stride and was amazed that his time with the tinker had allowed him to...
A SMALL MOUNTAIN OF A MAN towered over Steven as he shook his head to clear the ringing in his ears. His hat shook wildly back and forth with each movement and Steven put both hands on it to steady his head. In one ham-fisted hand, the tinker held a cast iron frying pan. “Well?” demanded the tinker. “What do you have to say for yourself?” Steven pointed a shaky finger at the tinker’s cart and donkey now coming into focus. “I thought it was a dragon,” he said feebly. For a moment the man...
Introduction: This is my first story, i know its short,but if u guys like it tell me and il finish our week off Steven and I have been very close all of our lives, but he didnt know something about me, Im gay! And ever since I was old enough to realize it I think he is too. For the past two years of my life I have dreamt of being in a relationship with him, watching movies, cuddling, kissing, but I knew it could never happen. I am Jim I am 16 yrs old, 6 feet tall muscular body, brown eyes and...
“… Steven was drawn irrevocably into my service shortly after and we were married within a year. He has become my council, my cuckold, my means of support and in many ways is very dear to my heart. Life would not be the same without him...†I had wanted Marcus in particular to be the father of my children for more than a year, since first learning of his status as the Community Bull. A piqued curiosity at first, quickly became an obsession. I had finally gathered enough nerve to put the wheels...
DominatrixSTEVEN CONTINUED on his journey in the morning with a light heart, a ridiculous hat, and sore feet that were slowing his normal walking pace. He changed socks in the morning, washed out his first pair, and hung them from his pack to dry. He discovered that he had blisters from the previous day and they made walking painful. He had traveled only 11,256 steps that day when the blisters got the better of him and he was forced to make camp to tend to his feet. He used a pinch of the wise woman’s...
GUARDS ROUSED STEVEN with a boot in his ribs. He lay in dirty straw and the guards were shouting at him to get up and be gone. The innkeeper of the Inn of the Lost Soul was standing behind the guards querulously complaining of the vagrant tramp in his stable. “His master rode off early this morning complaining that the worthless page could fend for himself,” said the innkeeper. “He still owes a gold coin for lodging last night.” “Where is your purse, fellow,” barked one of the guards. He...
(The night had past extremely fast, it still felt like night time but it was early in the morning, instantly i dragged myself out of bed) As i didn't bring my clothes upstairs i didn't have much choice. Rather put on what i wore yesterday or just go down in my boxers, i chose to wear my boxers as i wasn't really worried about Steven seeing me in them as i seen him in his the night before. I began to make some breakfast which was going really slow as i didn't know where anything in...
BY THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAWN, Steven was up with his bedroll packed and his staff in his hand. Jasper arose sleepily and slowly. “Do we have to leave already?” he said plaintively. “It’s hardly morning.” “You don’t have to leave, my friend,” said Steven, “but I want to be on the road and searching for the dragon.” “Can you wait while I get ready?” Jasper asked. Reluctantly, Steven agreed, but couldn’t help pacing back and forth in impatience. 103,320. 103,321. Steven had added three hundred...
Andrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly what she was doing. The feeling was silly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it. Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn't have much in the bag – just one change of clothes, and a few...
Straight SexThis weekend was pretty fun; it was my 21st birthday. I took a few days off to relax and hang with friends. To celebrate the actual day, a few buddies of mine met up at a bar to drink and play some pool. Upon arriving, a friend of mine took it upon himself to announce to everyone that it was my 21st birthday. God, I don't like attention on me. We got our first round of drinks and the bartender, who's pretty damn cute I must say, tossed us the keys to the pool table so we could play some...
My son’s best friend, Steven, had been in a car accident and his parents had trusted me to take care of him. I had worked as a nurse before getting married and becoming a housewife, so I knew that I could help Steven get better. He had broken his right arm and needed some bed rest to recover before returning to school.“I made you lunch,” I said, standing outside the guest room.I opened the door and saw him grimacing as he sat up on the bed.“Thank you,” he said.I placed the tray next to him and...
TabooEpisode 1: The WoodsmanSeries: Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesSummary: I find myself at the mercy of a very attractive man chopping wood... and get wood of my own.It was a beautiful day out so I decided to take a walk out in the woods. I always loved coming there and just be by myself, 'share', or keep my secrets to myself. I'm not special, certainly don't possess any magical skills or anything. The only real secret would have to be my sexuality. I love men.Something about those attractive...
This is a very short part, intentionally so, adds to the feel of it.. After Steven had walked Jacie home, he ambled along with a huge smile on his face. He had always fancied her, but no-one had even gotten close to her because of Jack. ‘What a fool!’ He thought to himself. ‘He lets Laura steal him away from Jacie in one night. Ah well, his loss, my gain.’ “What are you looking so happy about?” The voice startled him, making him stumble. “Ooops, falling for me all over again?” Said Laura with...
ReluctanceAll through out my life I have always been close to my cousins. But the one that I used to hang out with the most, was my cousin Steven. He is a year younger then me, but used to do everything together. My family was the family with the money and Steven lived with my grandmother. So he used to always stay the night and always be at our house. I dont know what it is, but i always had a short of crush on Steven. We were both about 15 yrs almost 16. When we found a pile of my step-dad's playboy...
I had been away at college for about a month, and was home visiting my Mom for the weekend. I was still the same old Steven, a virgin, a girlfriend who we didn't do much but kiss and hug. Kate was a beautiful girl of Korean descent, a lovely, slender, petite athletic body, a gymnast's body. She had a pretty, round face with bell shaped, "Dick Van Dyke' -era Mary Tyler Moore hair. Come to think of it, she was physically and Asian version of my Mom. She like me, was also inexperienced and...
IncestAndrea stepped down off the bus, feeling self-conscious. She shifted her daybag to the other hand, and hurried away from the stop, positive that everyone on the bus knew exactly what she was doing. The feeling was silly, but it hadn't stopped her from worrying through the entire ride across town. In a block or two, she would be safely inside, and she could forget all about it. Andrea turned her thoughts to the weekend. She didn't have much in the bag - just one change of clothes, and a few...
HEAVY WITH THE FEAST the trader had ordered spread before them, Steven had difficulty focusing on what was being said. There had been considerably more ale served than Steven was used to. Ibin once again convinced Steven that in order to establish their position in the inn, they should arrive as a gentleman and his page. Since Ibin knew more about the conduct of civil affairs than Steven, he would be the gentleman, and Steven would be his page and confidante. As the gentleman’s page, it was...
For the last several months Mary had been locking her door at night. She hated doing it, since it showed a lack of trust of her son, Steven. But he was in puberty now. She saw the way he looked at her, at how he tried to peek up her skirt or down her blouse. How he just happened to be lurking outside the bathroom when she came out of the shower. His hormones were raging, and it didn’t much matter to him that Mary was his mom. At bedtime, he now gave her lingering hugs. A year ago he hated hugs....
AS THE SUN ROSE over the eastern horizon, the donkey began to bray a complaint of hunger and Steven awoke to find Madame Selah Welinska wrapped in his arms beside the dying embers of last night’s fire. She stretched luxuriously, turned her face toward him, and smiled, then snuggled back down into his arms. He gently extracted himself from her embrace and went to tend the braying donkey. When he reached the animal, he discovered that it was tethered just out of reach of a tasty batch of...
I was surprised to get a call from work one afternoon from Steven. It had only been four or five days since that hotel incident. It had taken a few days to recover. He asked how I was and if he could call me at home. I gave him my number. Steven called me late that night. He went on and on how great a time he had with me and wanted to know if I liked it too. I was honest and said the money helped with the pain. Steven listened to me as I went over the things I liked and disliked about the...
DIRECTIONS WERE easy to come by, but difficult to follow. Each person Jasper took Steven to see had an idea of where the road south to the dragon lay. “Well, now,” said one grizzled old farmer, pointing, “you want to follow the main road out thet way. You don’t want to follow any of the other roads because they don’t lead anywhere. Thet one, for example, just goes out to Maggar’s place and it don’t go no farther. Thet one over thar, it just go to ... well, I don’t rightly know. En’t nobody...
VERY LATE THE NEXT MORNING, Xandros the donkey gave up standing between the staves of the cart waiting to be harnessed and wandered off to graze on the tufts of weed that grew near the quiet campsite. Soft moans issued from beneath the draped canopy tent but they did not seem to indicate pain. It was not, in fact, until the next day that they moved their campsite. Over the next several days, they moved the campsite less frequently and shorter distances. As the traveling trio progressed...
IN THE EARLY LIGHT of the morning, Steven George rose from the arms of his lover and faced the mountain. The wind had sprung up in the night and tugged at his hat. He took it from his head. A sheepskin, duck feathers, a snakeskin, a chicken bone, and two talismans. It was ridiculous. What could he have been thinking to make such fantastical stories about this hat? Something else had changed as well. Steven George no longer wished to slay a dragon. Still, the path lay directly before him, up...
I will admit I was a naive 18 year old who knew very little about things sexual. I had never masturbated, didn't even know what ejaculating was. I thought it was something that happened when you were with a girl preparing to make babies. I was with my first girlfriend, Abigail, and it was the first time we kissed, and we made out a bit, she let me feel her breasts and her butt over her clothes. It was my first time, and the thrill made me hard as a rock. But we went no further. When I got...
IncestDear Steven, I know you list your stories as PETTYBOX, but always think of you as Steven in my fantasies, so I will keep it that way. I first read your Steven "Sig" Grayson stories when I was away from my home. I work in sales and spend 2 or 3 nights a week away and I began getting horny almost the first night I spent in a hotel away and alone. I love your perspective and style of erotic writing only because you don't get off the path of reality. Everything is feasible, where so many other...
LEANING AGAINST A TREE at the top of a rise, Steven surveyed the land before him looking for a suitable place to camp. The knights had stopped to rest the horses in the middle of the afternoon, but Steven kept running ahead to prepare their evening camp. Below him a small river crossed the road and it appeared to be a frequent campsite for travelers along this way. It would certainly be appropriate for the knights. Steven looked back the way he had come and saw the knights in the distance...
UNDER THE SPELL of Ibin Arriaga, Steven was soon running all manner of errands throughout the great house. After the fire was built and drink was served, there was food to prepare and a tub of water to bring for Ibin to soak his ankle in. Steven gathered a pillow from the master’s bedroom for Ibin’s back and a silver chalice from the cabinet in the eating room for Ibin to drink from. Steven marveled at the size of the house. It seemed most of his village could have lived in its many...
A few year ago, (I was not yet able to drive, to give you an age), I had been babysitting around my neighborhood to make some extra cash. It's not something that most guys do, but it's a service that most parents need and it seemed like an easy way to earn money and not many of my peers want to work at all.I had been babysitting for two couples on a fairly steady basis when I got a call from a third couple. They wanted me only on Sunday nights and that worked perfectly. I added then to my...
My parents were helping me with my first year college tuition and board but made it clear that I was on my own as far as paying for fun. There was no money for a car so I made do as best I could. Without a car, I was very limited as far as part time employment was concerned so I fell back on the familiar job of babysitting. My parents did help me get a credit card with a low limit but I had to make the payments myself. I enjoyed the use of the card a little too much and soon had the limit...
I use italics in my stories as the inner thoughts of the main character and since musicals are my favorite movie genre, they are used for musical breaks as well. You will find in my writing I try to be as illustrative as possible so you, the reader, will have a clear visual of the characters and the environment they are in. Please feel free to leave comments either positive or negative. I do read them and will respond quickly. I want to improve as a writer and any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is...
Steven had only been away for four days, but Lyndsey missed him and missed him fucking her. Her Rampant Rabbit, a present from him on her last birthday had never had so much use.Right now she was laid on the bed, thinking about him and when she would see him next. He was currently on a plane coming back from a lads weekend in Spain. The thought of seeing him tomorrow after work was enough for her to open the drawer at the side of the bed and reach for her toy. Switching it on full speed she...
Quickie SexThe fourth time I was asked to sit I agreed and knew I would be watching the DVD’s again. As I had done before I waited for a while to make sure the kids were asleep I went and got the DVD’s. I went to the cabinet and there were two more there and like the others were just marked with a date. I looked at the date and one was the date of my last babysit job and another the week earlier. When I put the first one on it was a home made one that had the people I was babysitting for and two...
Part 2 Dropping Liz back to Brooklyn Saturday morning was almost as incredible as the previous day and night we had together. Driving to get morning coffee, somehow, the conversation turned to how good she was at giving head and how I wouldn’t be able to last to the first stop light. Don’t get me wrong; Liz is incredible at giving a blowjob and after what happened yesterday in the shower she might have won if that bet took place yesterday. But just like the Notorious B.I.G says: I been in...
On Friday evening, after dinner, I suggested hubby we could go out for some drinks. Victor accepted gladly my offer; so I went upstairs to start getting ready.Victor joined me in the bathroom and we hopped into the shower together. It was not long until my man pinned me against the wall… We kissed aggressively with passion while he rubbed my pussy up and down. Once our lips parted his hands moved onto my ass and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his hard cock slid into my...
"Ya'll didn't even wake me up? Bah!" My cock had grown erect with this in sight and was ready for something to happen. "Oh I'm sorry Mike! I told Brooke she should!" Brittany said, glaring at Brooke, "I'll make it up to you, somehow, what can I do?" Smiling, I told them all to follow me out to the living room. "Brittany go lay down on your back there while I put my hard prick into your pussy" Just the though of that made Brittany nearly gasp and drip with sticky wetness....
Episode 3: The BurglarSeries: Steven R. McQueen Slash SeriesRating: NC17Summary: Something incredible happens to me when someone sneaks into my bedroom late at night.It's so very late at night and no matter what I try, I can't get back to sleep.I have a deep dark secret that if my parents would ever find out, they would want nothing to do with me any longer. I'm gay. I have tons of mens magazines but not those of FHM or Maxim. Magazines like Torso or Inches or even Freshman.My dick changes into...
IN THE MORNING, Steven helped load the raft with melons, and then asked how he could get across. The melon farmer showed him how to build a raft like his own. When it was finished, it was obvious that the raft was much too big for Steven’s meager belongings, so the melon farmer suggested that they load Steven’s raft with melons as well. When they were finished, two rafts were loaded with melons and ready to cross the river with Steven’s belongings wedged into a tiny corner of one raft. The...
EARLY THE NEXT MORNING, the little woodcutter and his tall wife were seated at the table waiting when Steven woke up. He was served a hot mash for breakfast and ate heartily. When he had finished, his dish sat empty at his place. It was obvious that the couple had no intentions of moving from the table until Steven had told his story. “Don’t we need to work this morning?” Steven asked. “I’ll happily help you chop wood.” “Oh no,” said Upik. “There is no reason to chop wood today.” “We have...
WHILE RIDING IN THE MERCHANT’S WAGON, Steven thought of a story he should tell in the evening. But his thoughts were constantly interrupted by another town coming into view or by the merchant’s desire for talkative company. “We had another brother once,” said the merchant. “In fact, it was not until we lost him that my brother and I realized how important we all were to each other. He was a bit simple, mind you, but a good lad and I fear he took the brunt of both my brother’s and my...
This is part 3 of the Story of Debbie, Jenny, and the twins. This story introduces Jenny's friends. Please read "Babysitting the Twins Again" and "Babysitting the Twins Again - Part 2 - Sweet Sixteen" for the precursory stories. Cast of Characters: Billy and Bobby -- 15 year old identical twins. Smart, handsome, tall, athletic, horny. Willing to break a few rules… well actually, all the rules. Debbie - 22 year old "star" of part 1, Tall norse goddess... Had a little trouble...
It was Bradley's very first job - babysitting Mrs. Braun's seven-year-old daughter, Lucy. Mrs. Braun had told Bradley's mom that she would need a babysitter on Saturday's for the rest of the summer as she took a teaching certificate class. I was going to be pretty easy money for the thirteen-year-old Bradley, taking care of a seven-year-old during the day and on a weekend too. He figured they could play most of the time. What a great way to make money, and Mrs. Braun was going to pay him...
I use italics in my stories as the inner thoughts of the main character and since musicals are my favorite movie genre, they are used for musical breaks as well. You will find in my writing I try to be as illustrative as possible so you, the reader, will have a clear visual of the characters and the environment they are in. Please feel free to leave comments either positive or negative. I do read them and will respond quickly. I want to improve as a writer and any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is...
I’ve known the twins, William and Robert, for a long time. Of course, everyone calls them Billy and Bobby. They call me Debbie. When I was 14 and they were 7, I first started to babysit for them. I’d bring over some games and crafts, and we’d have the most fun. When they started with cub scouts, I’d help them with their scouting activities. As they got a little older, I’d help them with their homework. I would also wrestle the two of them at the same time, but they were never a match...
Matthew had better plans for a Friday night than to sit in and babysit his younger sister Laura and her best friend Bella. Let's face it, babysitting sucks. Especially considering he was nearly 18, but his mum had other ideas for him. As well as not being able to go out, he also had to tidy the house and cook tea for the three of them. He wasn't going to cook anything fancy, just some burgers and chips or some shit like that. He'd had plans to go and see his girlfriend Lorraine today,...
I was 15 when I started babysitting Jennifer. Jennifer was the only daughter of a single mom living off divorce money in thesuburbs . Jens mom was starting to date again, so she needed someone to watch Jen when she went out at night, and since I lived next door at the time I was the logical choice. By no means was I a good looking teenager, just average, but Jen on the other hand was cute. At nine years old it was obvious that she was going to grow up into a knock-out, she was a cute kid. Her...
Matthew had better plans for a Friday night than to sit in and babysit his younger sister Laura and her best friend Bella. Let's face it, babysitting sucks. Especially considering he was nearly 18, but his mum had other ideas for him. As well as not being able to go out, he also had to tidy the house and cook tea for the three of them. He wasn't going to cook anything fancy, just some burgers and chips or some shit like that. He'd had plans to go and see his girlfriend Lorraine today, but...
My name is John, a typical “English” name for a typical “English” guy. At the age of 15 my family, mother father and two sisters were tragically killed in a motor accident whilst I was on a Rugby tour in the U.K. My nearest relative was my father’s cousin Herbert, or Herb as he liked to be called. Herb was married to Josie, they had not been fortunate to have children of their own and so willingly accepted me into their family in America. It was obviously a shock and upheaval and as such I...
To people who are about to read this story: YES, THIS IS A YOUNG STORY, THAT MEANS UNDERAGE, NOT ADULT. SO IF YOU DON'T LIKE THESE KINDS OF STORIES JUST STAY AWAY. I DON'T NEED TO SEE THE STUPID COMENTS, BECAUSE YOU DON'T LIKE THESE KIND OF STORIES. . I do like feedback; I'm not a professional writer so I'm sorry if it's not perfect. I did read through it a few times and I hope I got out most of the dumb mistakes. I'm very sorry if I didn't. Babysitting The Twins I’m...