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The babysitter and The Great Dane
CHAPTER ONE
Nancy Conover checked herself in the mirror one last time. A shiver tickled her spine. Tall, blonde, her tits filling out, she was happy with what she saw.
"By the time school starts…" she whispered, skimming her hands down over her lush teenaged body, "the boys will be surprised."
She giggled, remembering how she had looked three months ago when school had closed for the summer. Now her tits were swelling, her hips curving out, and her legs taking on a sexy shape.
"Ohhhhh, God," she sighed. "I'm getting hot again." That was another change that had happened during the summer months. Sex.
Nancy couldn't think of anything else. She ran out of the bedroom and bounded down the stairs, her blonde pigtails swinging, her blue eyes glowing.
"Hey, Nancy," her mother called. "Where are you going in such rush?"
"Gee, Mom. Don't you remember? I'm babysitting today." A smile filled her beautiful face, a blush of pink on her cheeks.
Liz Conover smiled at her daughter. "I remember now," she said. "Theresa Rand's baby. Right?" She looked at her daughter, realized she was no longer a child, but a budding young woman, shapely and sexy. Before long, she thought, boys of all sizes and shapes would be banging on the door to take her out.
"Yeah," Nancy said. "Mrs. Rand is working on weekends and I get to take care of little Carrie." She fidgeted, anxious to be on her way.
"Have some breakfast first," Liz said.
"No, Mom. Can't. Rand is expecting me." She headed for the door. "I'll eat something there." She opened the door and, before her mother could protest, she was gone.
"Kids," Liz said, shaking her head on her way back to the kitchen. "They never stop moving."
Nancy hurried down the street, pigtails flying in the breeze. It was her first paying job.
She reached the Rand house quickly, ran up the steps, her small tits bouncing beneath her pink summer top.
She rapped on the screen door. Thor, Theresa's fawn-colored Great Dane, barked loud and deep from somewhere inside the house.
"Ooo, be quiet," Nancy giggled as the huge dog ran to the door, his skinny tail wagging.
"Be still, Thor," Theresa said, pulling on his studded collar. "It's just Nancy."
"Hi, Mrs. Rand," Nancy bubbled. "I hope I'm not late."
"Not at all," Theresa said, opening the door. "C'mon in.
Carrie's up in bed taking a nap." She grabbed her purse off the table in the hall. "There's plenty to eat in the fridge." Playfully, she tugged on one of Nancy's pigtails. "See you about four-thirty."
"Bye, Mrs. Rand," Nancy said. She stroked Thor's big head, scratched him behind the ear. "I'll take good care of Carrie."
"I know you will," Theresa said, and she was gone.
Alone, Nancy hurried up the stairs to Carrie's bedroom, Thor at her heels. "You wait here," she whispered. "I don't want you waking up the baby."
Thor whined and lay on the floor, his head on his huge front paws.
"Good, boy," Nancy said. She went into the bedroom, saw the sleeping baby. A shiver swept over her. Her cheeks flared red as she thought about Theresa and her husband fucking, making it possible for them to have the baby.
She tiptoed out of the child's room and headed straight for the master bedroom.
Her heart was pounding. When she saw the bed, her heart leaped into her throat.
An image of Theresa, her legs spread, her husband Gary on top of her, fucking her, filled the precocious child's head.
"Oh, shit," she moaned. She went to the bed, crawled to the center and spread her legs. "I can't wait until I get fucked." She closed her eyes, thinking of all the boys in school and which one she would let break her cherry.
She opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, and knew she wouldn't do it. She was chicken, afraid.
Without thinking, she squirmed in the bed, her small delicate hands roaming her body. "Mmmmm," she purred, lingering on her small tits, her fingers kneading the soft pulpy flesh beneath her pink top. "Mmmmm, I'm getting so hot."
She rolled her hips, her blue eyes glassy, the pupils black, bright. Being in Theresa's bed, where she knew the beautiful woman had been fucked and had done all the other things her imaginative mind could conjure up, made the crotch of her white cotton panties wet.
She lifted her top, baring her soft smooth virgin flesh.
Urgently, she squeezed her tits, whimpering each time her finger sank into the pliant flesh. She moaned.
"I wish… I wish…" She closed her eyes, pretending it was Theresa's husband instead of herself playing with her sensitive tits. "Oooo, how I wish."
She squeezed the nipples, gasping as pleasure filled her tits and spread a heated warmth throughout her lithe body.
She sat up, dazed, lust running rampant through her young body. She pulled off her top, her small tits jiggling free.
Climbing out of bed, she tossed the top on the back of a chair and peeled down her shorts. Stepping out of them, she caught a glimpse of herself in the long dressing mirror on the closet door. Her breath caught in her throat.
Stripping in someone else's house had her dizzy, her body on fire and her virgin cunt pulsing, oozing a warm sticky cream.
Swinging her hips the way she imagined men liked, she sauntered over to the mirror. She squeezed her tits together, making them appear larger, fuller. Her breath hissed out.
Turning, she looked back over her shoulder at her firm ass wrapped in white cotton. She wiggled her ass lewdly and moaned.
Frenzied fingers latched into the elastic of her panties.
Short rapid breaths escaped her mouth as she peeled her panties down over her blossoming hips. Her panties dropped to the floor, a puddle of white at her ankles.
Her breath caught in her throat as she stared hotly at the silky blonde hair that adorned her virgin cunt. Her head was spinning. Goose bumps dotted her smooth flesh.
On weak rubbery legs, she staggered back and threw herself on the bed. She wriggled to the center of the king-size bed and spread her legs, ready to get herself off for the second time this morning.
Trembling, she caressed her hot flesh, tormenting herself.
Putting off touching her overheated cunt until the last possible moment, she roamed her hands over her writhing body, turning herself into a moaning, twisting mass of sizzling flesh.
Thor, hearing the whimpering coming from his mistress's bedroom, padded down the hall and pushed open the door with his paw. Big brown eyes spotted Nancy on the bed. His nose picked up the familiar scent of passion he had learned to detect.
Nancy was too interested in her body to notice the Great Dane at the door. She was caressing her belly, inching toward the silky down of her blonde cunt. She wriggled her hips, fingertips touching the silky hair.
The scent of Nancy's pussy flared the giant animal's nostrils. The sound of her moans aroused his pointed ears. He padded into the room, the scent stronger, pungent.
It was the same scent as his mistress's, and he knew what to do. He leaped on the bed, his broad purplish-red tongue hanging from his mouth. Tail wagging, he looked down into Nancy's startled, frightened face.
"Thor!" Nancy's eyes widened in fear. Her mouth dried up, and she began to shake, expecting at any moment to be ripped apart by the Dane's sharp teeth.
Naked, frightened, her body trembling with fear, she stared up into his face.
She saw his teeth, glistening, sharp, dangerous. She saw each drop of doggie spit on his drooping tongue. his black eyes seemed to blaze.
"Nice, Thor," she whispered. "Go away. Go, Thor." She kept her voice low, not wanting to agitate the dog into doing anything rash.
Thor whimpered. As if he understood her fear, he slapped his tongue over her face, telling her it was all right. Friendly licks quickly had the child's face soaked and flushed. "Oh, God," she whispered. She closed her eyes, clamped her mouth shut and shook. The dog didn't bite.