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The Nanny
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk)
***
A young woman becomes a nanny to a family. (Mf, reluc,
1st, oral, preg)
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It was back when I was fourteen and a cute little thing
just into the latter half of my freshman year in high
school. My parents decided to hire me out as a nanny
during the summer for this couple out in the backwoods
who had three daughters and needed a hand. Not to
mention the fact that my parents needed the money.
The Wednesday afternoon drive out there with my mom was
uneventful and boring and the last ten miles on the
gravel road were, to say the least, uncomfortable. We
pulled up to a modest and very rustic looking cabin
with a barn not far off on the one side, a lush lawn on
the front and a ring of pine trees all about the
property. It looked like the olden days from the
history books at school.
We arrived and a gaggle of little girls came out to
greet me and Mrs. Young (really, as she was only 23)
came out and took my bag. She pretty much ignored me
and just spoke to my mom who was a friend of hers so I
kind of understood. Mrs. Young and the three girls were
all in farm dresses and looked so old-fashioned
compared to what I was used to. I went into the house
with the girls and shortly after my mom left and Mrs.
Young came in with my bag.
"Christie, you'll be staying on the cot in our room so
have Rachel take you in there and put down your stuff."
Obediently and without having to be told, Rachel all of
eight years old and the eldest of the three girls, came
over and took me by the hand and led me to the master
bedroom. When I went to put down my bag on the cot
there was a handmade farm dress laid on the bed, as if
waiting for me. I was about to ask but Rachel read my
mind.
"Momma wants you to put on this dress while you're here
because Daddy says ladies don't wear pants 'specially
around the house." With that she pirouetted and was out
of the room in a flash.
Even though I didn't much go for the old fashioned
thing back then I was a nice kid and I went along to
get along. So not wanting to make waves I shed my jeans
and my tee-shirt and put the dress on. It was mostly
modest except for the front where it showed a bit more
of my chest than I would've preferred, but then in a
way, that was kind of liberating to show off a little,
too. All dressed up now just like the other ladies of
the house I went out to the kitchen where Mrs. Young
was working on dinner.
"Christie, you look lovely! Let me see you!"
She took my hand and spun me around. Then, with a
disapproving look she looked down at my fancy sneakers.
"Sweetie, around here we don't wear shoes in the house.
Shuck those ugly things off and let your toes breathe a
little. And while you're here I don't want to see those
again, okay?"
"Yes, Mrs. Young." I replied.
"Sweetie," she took my face in her hands in a very
motherly way, "another thing you can do for me while
you're here is call me Anna, okay?"
"Yes, Anna."
A minute later I came back to the kitchen and got an
approving smile from Anna as she looked down at my very
white and unusually bare feet. She asked me to help
with the dinner and I went right to work doing so after
she handed me an apron to put on. I was no stranger to
a kitchen and Anna was pleased to let me make my own
recipe for biscuits and I got a serious nod of approval
when she dipped a finger in the dough and sampled it.
I was having a fine time with Anna and the girls making
dinner when I heard a pickup truck coming up the road.
You could hear everything in these woods, it seemed.
Anna heard it, too, and undid her apron and put it
down, as did Rachel. I took off my apron and followed
them outside to join them on the grass by the drive.
The grass felt so cool and sensuous on my bare feet
that I was distracted by the feeling as the truck came
to halt just in front of me.
"Christie? Is that you?"
Anna was smiling as her husband came up to me. Randy
was the spitting image of Sam Elliot, the actor, but in
his thirties and not in his sixties. I must say that my
heart jumped a bit when he took me by the shoulders to
inspect me.
"You've just become the most charming little thing,
haven't you?" He smiled at me so warmly that I felt a
little glow come over me.
"Thank you, Mr. Young," I think I blushed, too.
"What's this 'Mr. Young' stuff? You can call me Randy
while you're here, okay?"
"Yes, Randy."
"That's better," he chuckled, "now I smell something
good cooking! How 'bout we get to that, huh?"
The six of us went back in and were son sitting down to
dinner at the kitchen table and we had a lovely
conversation about my day so far, getting used to the
house rules, and about Randy's day at the bank he
owned. It was when we retired to the living room that I
noticed there was no TV and no radio. I wondered what
they did for fun and Anna saw my lost look and chatted
with me about how they didn't let the outside world
into their world with the girls.
The girls were playing with dolls and Randy was reading
a newspaper while Anna busied herself with working on
what looked like a nightgown. I found a book with some
old stories in it about some guy named Ivanhoe and was
really enjoying myself when Anna broke my reverie.
"Christie, why don't you come and I'll show you how to
help the girls with their evening bath?"
We padded off to the bathroom and I was surprised to
see that while the rest of the house was so old
fashioned, the bathroom was really very nice, even
though all the brass and wood made it seem to match the
rest of the house. Anna got the water going and the
bathroom steamed up in a pleasant way.
"Kimmie!" Anna called to the three-year-old, "Bath-
time!"
"Yes, Momma!" was the ever-obedient reply as the little
girl came running.
The little girl came into the bathroom and held her
arms up and Anna swooped the dress off of her in one
motion. It was cute as the naked little thing jumped
into the water and it splashed about a bit.
"It's the one thing where we let the girls misbehave a
little so you have to deal with it a little
differently." Anna said this as she turned her back to
me.
"Would you be a dear and unbutton me?"
I just kind of gaped at her for a second.
"Christie, I want to wear this dress tomorrow and I
can't hardly do that if Kimmie gets it all wet, now can
I?"
Okay, that made sense. "Sorry, Anna, I just haven't
ever..."
She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "That's
fine. I'm sure we're really weird to you up here in the
woods with our own ways of doing things, but this is
who we are and you're part of who we are for a while at
least. You may as well get used to some surprises, now
help me out of my dress."
She turned her back to me and I undid the buttons down
to her waist and it was then that I noticed she wasn't
wearing a bra. When she stepped out of the dress I
noticed there were no panties, either.
"Okay," she said, "turn around."
I did as I was told, afraid to do so and afraid not to.
Just as I thought, Anna undid my dress down to my
waist. I held it to my chest as she motioned for me to
turn around.
"C'mon, Christie, we're big girls here."
She gave me a motherly look and eased my hands from the
dress and I stepped out of it. At least I still had my
bra and my satiny Victoria's Secret panties.
"Christie?", her look was clearly impatient, "Kimmie's
water is going to get cold. Now give me that bra and
those awful panties."
It wasn't in me to disobey so I was soon bare and Anna
had my undergarments in her hand.
"Hmmm. Size three on the panties and..." she fiddled
with the tag "...34C on the bra. You are growing up,
aren't you?" She smiled at me.
"Okay, c'mon and let's clean up some little girls!"
The next thirty minutes was really kind of fun with
water and laughter and a lot of playing around as we
got the girls cleaned up and ready for bed. The girls
went out to join their father after their baths and
then Anna had me get in the bath and it was kind of
neat to be a little kid again and have her be a mother
to me as she cleaned me up. I dried off and we traded
places and then she had me get into the nightgown that
she'd be sewing for me. I went to reach for my panties
and bra as I was about to get into the nightie.
"None of that, Christie," she said as she took them,
"those things are the Devil's own handiwork and you'll
not be wearing those things in this house. Now you're
not on your period so you don't need any drawers and if
you do we have some. Girls your age get awful yeast
infections from not letting themselves air out down
there the way God intended and you're going to be
healthy while you're here, you got it?"
I nodded.
She went on, lecturing me as we both stood there in the
nude.
"Don't you ever get itchy down there when it's hot?"
I nodded 'yes' because, come to think of it, I did.
"That's why. Now go keep an eye on the girls."
She turned to the door as I pulled the soft and
recently handmade nightie over my head.
"Randy? Your turn, hon!"
I walked out the door and down the hall and Randy
smiled at me as he made his way to the bathroom where
he properly closed the door.
It was not that long afterwards when Randy and Anna
came out in their nightclothes, Anna in her nightie and
Randy in pajamas, to see the girls to bed. I went with
Anna to tuck the girls in and then we both went back
out to the living room where three small wine glasses
were waiting.
Randy handed both Anna and I a glass.
"Christie, this is a little tradition of ours and I
know you're not old enough to drink, but we'll make an
exception for you tonight as we welcome you to our
home."
He held up the glass in a salute to me and Anna did the
same.
"Cheers!"
They downed the wine and looked at me to do the same.
Which I did. It was sweet and syrupy and the tang of
the alcohol was rather pungent. I found out later that
it was forty year old sherry from Anna's parent's
vineyard.
We sat and chatted and I kind of liked how they treated
me as an adult and when it came time for bed we all
three went to the master bedroom and Anna gave me a hug
and then Randy did, too. It was strange to feel my
little boobs squish up against Anna's ample chest and
then when Randy hugged me I went to hug him in that way
where you just lean in to someone, you know what I
mean? And he just took me by the hips and pulled me
close for a bear hug. I realized he only had just the
pajamas on and his manhood became the very first to
press against me like it did.
I was a little dazed as Anna tucked me in and, I guess
it was the wine and the busy day, but I soon fell
asleep.
I'm not sure when it was during the night, but I heard
Anna whimpering and I heard the big bed squeak with a
sort of rhythm. I listened for a while and realization
slowly dawned on me that not five feet away from me
that Randy and Anna were making love.
I didn't hear Randy leave in the morning but I did hear
Anna as she came back to the bedroom to get me up.
"C'mon sleepyhead, we've got work to do."
Anna and I brushed each other's hair as we were getting
cleaned up for the morning and then I helped her button
up her dress. It felt sort of naughty to me as she
buttoned me up in my dress; here I was getting dressed
and I had no panties on and no bra on. When I went to
the bathroom later in the day it was strange to not
have to pull down my panties as I peed, all I did was
lift up my dress and sit down and go.
The day was a blur of activity and daily chores as Anna
had me help Rachel with her lessons while she played
with the other girls and then there was lunch and more
lessons and chores and more playing and then it was
time for dinner and then we were doing bath time again.
This time Anna stayed out with Randy and let me bathe
the girls by myself and I followed the household
tradition of doing so in the buff. It made sense to me
now to keep my one and only dress dry because the
laundry wasn't done until Saturday to conserve on hot
water and just because it made sense to them to do all
the clothes on just one day a week.
When I got done with the girls there was no wine
waiting for me as I went out to the living room and
Anna and Randy took my place.
Afterwards we chatted for a while and then it was
bedtime. Again, I promptly fell asleep being as I was
tried from the busiest day of my life.
The sky was clear on this night and the moonlight was
shining brightly in the window when I woke up to the
sounds of Anna and Randy making love again. My teenage
hormones and curiosity demanded that I try to see what
was going on and I turned in my bed as quietly as I
could to see what they were doing.
My heart was in my throat as I saw Randy naked in the
moonlight. Anna was on her back with her knees on
either side of Randy as his hips made a slow and steady
motion back and forth at Anna's body. Her hands
lovingly wandered over his body and caressed the
muscled back that I could see so clearly in the
moonlight.
It was fascinating to see something up close that I'd
only ever heard whispers about before. Without
thinking, I sat up on an elbow to watch the loving
parents of three children go about the business of
trying to make number four. As before, Anna started
quietly whimpering as Randy pushed harder at her. I
thought for moment that she was uncomfortable but then
heard her whisper, "Harder!", at Randy and I knew she
was enjoying herself.
Randy was soon making the bed noticeably squeak and
then Anna gave out a little shriek which I knew to be
one of joy. Seconds later, Randy moaned a sigh that
sounded like relief and it was then that I noticed he
saw me looking at them in the moonlight. I instantly
rolled over and feigned sleep while I heard Anna
whisper something to him and then they giggled a little
before we were all asleep again.
Friday was a repeat of Thursday except that while I
waited for the nightly bedroom activities to take place
that evening none did.
Saturday was a different routine.
Anna awoke me and I saw that Randy was still in bed. We
did our morning routine of brushing each other's hair
and then we got dressed and made the breakfast. The
smell of the coffee brought Randy and the girls out
from their beds just as we were setting the breakfast
on the table. Breakfast was a wonderful affair with
laughter and giggles and food and then Anna told me to
get the table and the kitchen cleaned up while she
started the laundry.
It seemed strange to me that Anna would go outside
first to start the laundry, but that's exactly what she
did. I was cleaning the dishes and the pans and
watching Anna carry armloads of sheets outside. One by
one, the girls went out to join their mother. Randy sat
at the table sipping coffee as the ladies of the house
busied themselves together.
"I saw you watching us the other night."
Crap. I was hoping to avoid this conversation.
"I didn't mind. Really."
He didn't?
"You're fourteen and you're old enough to know about
these things."
I was in the middle of breaking a sweat when I heard a
scream. I ran outside and Anna was holding a naked
little Kimmie who had stepped on something and fell
when she tried to get away from whatever it was.
"Christie, please get Kimmie inside and settle here
down. Tell you what, put her on your bed and close the
curtains and we'll have her take a little nap to get
over this."
I did what I was told and soon had the little girl
hushed away on my bed which was currently just a bare
mattress. I put a light blanket over her and smoother
her hair until she was asleep. When I figured she was
sound asleep I went back outside and found the whole
family naked with a big kettle boiling over a fire.
Anna broke my trance-like state.
"Christie, get your dress off and into the pot so we
can wash it. We boil the laundry once a week to make
sure any ticks are dead."
Okay, again that made sense. I shucked my dress and it
disappeared in the frothy, boiling water.
I don't know what it was, but something made me look at
Randy and I found him giving me the once-over. I was
sure Anna would kill him for the way he was looking at
me.
"Anna, isn't Christie beautiful?"
Anna looked at me the same way, more or less. "Yes ,
she is. You're really pretty, Christie. You're going to
make a good mother, too, I bet."
Randy nodded approvingly.
The rest of the day we all went about our business
naked and I even stole a few furtive glances at the
strange looking equipment hanging from Randy's front. I
tried to imagine that all inside of Anna and it just
didn't seem to make sense when I'd look at Anna and she
seemed so small down there.
About an hour had gone by since Kimmie was sent to take
a nap and she came out of the front door crying. Anna
handed me the paddle to stir the laundry and admonished
me to be careful before she went to attend to Kimmie.
It turned out that Kimmie always cries when she wets
the bed and today she had wet my bed. Oh, lucky me.
Randy went into the house and brought my mattress out
and threw it up on the metal roof of the chicken coop
to dry up and air out.
A short while later the laundry was flapping in the
light summer breeze and I was amazed to see that our
cotton dresses were dried by lunchtime. I was
absolutely relieved to be covered by at least the dress
for the rest of the day. By the afternoon the sheets
were all dry and Anna and I made the beds, except for
mine, while Randy kept the girls busy.
We had our dinner and the sun went down and my poor
little bed was still unfit to sleep on.
"No problem," Anna said, "We'll make room for you in
our bed tonight."
Gulp.
"That'll be nice." said Randy.
Gulp again.
I wondered about Randy and his manhood as I stripped
myself and bathed the girls. I was and wasn't surprised
when Anna came to the bathroom as I stepped into the
water to mother me and she poured lavender scented oil
into the bathwater..."So we can smell like ladies
tonight."
As is common for the backwoods high country, an evening
chill set into the summer air and when I reached for my
nightie after Anna had had her own bath and dried off
Anna gently took it from me.
"We're friends, Christie, and you won't need that
tonight."
A knot entered my stomach as we padded out to the
living room and Randy's eyes perked up as he saw us.
He'd taken his own evening bath in the stream outside
saying that he liked the bracingly cold water
sometimes. From the looks of him at the time I now know
that the water wasn't cold enough.
There were three glasses of wine ready again and when
we repeated our ceremony from the other night my throat
burned a bit with the wine.
"That's a little of my Everclear fortifying that glass
of courage for you there, Christie. Hope you don't
mind."
I could only nod that I didn't mind, but I also had no
idea what it was that I didn't mind.
My head was a bit buzzed as Anna took my hand and led
me to the bedroom. I'd had a few fears about the
evening but the rush of the liquor did, indeed, take
them away and I was relieved to climb onto the soft bed
with the cool, white sheets.
"Spread your legs a little, sweetie." I didn't bother
to question, I just did it and Anna rubbed me down
there with something cool and slick.
Anna then lit a candle on a side table as Randy came
into the room.
"The girls are all asleep." He said to Anna.
I was transfixed as Anna sidled up to him and kissed
him while at the same time her hand sought out his
manhood. I saw it rise up and was amazed when Anna
knelt down and took it in her mouth and did things to
it that I'd never imagined nor ever heard of. Randy's
head went back in pleasure as she did what she did and
then he came back up and kissed her on the lips as she
rose from her knees.
"She's ready."
Randy nodded at her and then looked at me as if he were
starving and I was a hamburger. Anna got up on the bed
and cuddle up next to me and pulled my lips to hers and
gave me what was my very first romantic and passionate
kiss. I felt her hands on my breasts and then felt them
wander down between my legs where her fingers started
to do magical things to me.
I felt my glow come up and felt myself relax with her
touch. I didn't complain when she slipped a finger into
me and the magic just got better. It was as if she knew
everything to do to make me feel so special and warm
inside. I felt myself answering her probing at me with
my hips, I was trying to get more of this fabulous
feeling into me. Anna stopped kissing me and turned to
Randy who was at the foot of the bed.
"C'mon, baby."
Randy gently took my ankles in both hands and set them
apart and then got up onto the bed. I was just about to
close my legs together when he scooted up between them.
"Shhh, it's fine sweetie."
I looked up at him and he seemed to be so caring as he
said it.
Slowly, he laid himself on top of me and allowed his
weight to crush me into the soft mattress. My lips were
still wet from Anna's kisses when Randy's lips met mine
and as we kissed his hands sought out my breasts and I
swooned as he found the tender buds and massaged them.
Anna then took my left hand and held it in hers.
"You'll be wonderful as a mom." she said.
With that she looked at Randy and nodded and then he
leaned in and kissed me again.
I felt his manhood nudge into my sex and a whole world
of reason and understanding hit me all at once.
"We....we can't do this...I'll get...I'll get
pregnant!"
Randy ignored my furtive plea and with my body helpless
to his he started to make me a woman.
He pushed and prodded at me several times and I felt
his manhood poke and then slip between the cheeks of my
butt before he pulled back to try again. I didn't
notice Anna getting up from the bed as I was a little
distracted at the time. But I did notice when Randy
rose off of me a bit and swooned a little and then I
felt Anna's hand massage me down there with the same
fluid she'd put on me earlier.
I gasped as Randy now slipped his mature manhood into
me and the sudden fullness was shocking. I had a flash
memory of the other night when he and Anna were in this
same position and I realized that he was mating with
me...he was treating me as if I were his wife. Reality
crashed back as he withdrew from me ever so slowly and
I thought for a moment that he might be done and then
he slid all the way back into me again.
I felt Anna get back on the bed just as Randy snuggled
his body all the way into mine and I felt his hairy
crotch press up against my belly. It was almost a
pinching sensation to feel that part of my body being
squeezed between his manhood and his body.
Anna reached between us and felt where her husband's
body disappeared into mine. And then she was off the
bed again and she took my feet in both hands and
started to massage the soles of my feet with her
thumbs. I didn't realize that she was getting me to
relax and allow my legs to go up higher to allow Randy
deeper into me, but then he pressed himself into this
new place in me that his wife had convinced me to open
up for him.
I recall the thought at that moment that I was being
fucked.
He went on for a long time just thrusting into me and
relaxing and holding himself in me and then
periodically going for a while of going back and forth
into me. It was wonderful. The candle was a quarter of
the way gone when he started to keep a tempo going at
me and Anna massaged my feet almost hard enough to
hurt. I tried to pull my feet away from her and then
Randy hooked his arms behind my knees at that exact
moment. In the candlelight I saw Anna looking at me
with a smile as Randy started to moan like he did with
her.
He slowed down and then alternated between pushing
deeply into me and holding it and going back to his
rhythm in me.
It was amazing when I felt him hold himself deep into
my body and I watched his face as he closed his eyes
and moaned. And deep inside my sex I felt his manhood
swell and begin to pulse into me. It seemed forever as
he held himself inside of me and filled me. I was
utterly dazed when he finally withdrew from me and Anna
swept in with a cloth to clean me up.
It was September when I finally heard why this had all
come to pass.
My parents had essentially sold me to Randy and Anna
and in return he forgave the debt on their house and
daddy's business.
Here we are ten years, four boys, and Lord knows how
many orgasms later and I believe that this was the best
thing my parents ever did for me.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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