Baby Sitting The Muscular Coed
By Gerbil gerbilman@juno.com
Thirty eight year old male agrees to "baby sit" 18 year old muscle babe.
Update: 25/09/1997 to misc2

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He offers his friend's muscular daughter a home as she attends a local University.  Unfortunatly 
she doesn't believe him when he tells her he wasn't spying on her in the shower.  The living 
arrangements are altered in a female muscle produced role reversal.
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David Walters knew he was in trouble the moment he saw her get off the plane at Washington 
National Airport.  He hadn't seen Rachel since she was six years old, twelve years ago, and the 
change was unbelievable.  She had been larger than most of the other kids at six, and although 
she was a complete tomboy, she had a natural beauty about her that all of the dirt and scrapes she 
picked up could not hide.  He remembered her being involved in every sport the older boys were 
involved in, which included winning most of her wrestling matches, and was always one of the 
first chosen for football, soccer or basketball.  Although he had been sent a picture from Nicole, 
her mother, nothing could have prepared him for seeing her "in the flesh".   The change that had 
transpired from the pigtailed little ruffian to the six foot raven haired goddess stepping from the 
plane was astounding.

She spotted him and advanced with a smile and wrapped her massive arms around his 5' 5" 
frame.  "Uncle Dave.  It has been so long."

David felt awkward dwarfed by the beauty clad in tiny blue shorts and a scoop necked t-shirt, 
and even more uneasy when he realized in a panic that he was unable to withdraw from her hug 
until she was ready for it to end.

Finally she drew back and placed a hand on each of his arms and held him at length looking him 
over from head to toe.  "I know you find this hard to believe, but you are just as I remembered 
you... although you do seem a little shorter...more cuddly."  I guess things look a little different 
in a six year old's eyes don't they Uncle Dave?"

Exasperated, David tried to pry his arms free and said, "Yeah, I'm still short but cuddly, but I am 
not your Uncle Dave, just a good friend of your mother's."

Rachel  sensed his irritation and knew she had started off on the wrong foot and had to make 
amends.  She quickly understood that the subject of height and weight should not be broached in 
the future.  "I think it would be great being small.  You can hide in a crowd, and it's easier to 
shop for clothes...  Um, you can fit into a subcompact car and save money on gas and insurance, 
and..." fumbling to find other reasons she blurted out, "and you can also save money at a 
restaurant by ordering from the childrens' menu."

She realized by looking at the incredulous look on David's face that she had just dug her hole 
deeper and made things worse.  She had always been a straight forward, tell it like it is person 
and not one to traipse around issues or soothe fragile egos, and in a town like Washington, where 
politics was the name of the game, that could be trouble.   The truth was that she had always 
found smaller boys and men irresistible.  Maybe it was the fact that she had always towered over 
most of her classmates, or maybe it was a subconscious mothering instinct, but she had to control 
her desire for David until she could put him at ease about what he perceived was a flaw.

They retrieved her luggage and placed it in David's Ford Escort.  Although she moved the seat 
until she was almost sitting in the back, Rachel still had trouble maneuvering her large muscular 
body into the cramped quarters and had to sit with her legs spread wide to keep from knocking 
her knees on the dashboard.  When David glanced over to talk to her he tried to keep his focus on 
her eyes, but they constantly zeroed in on the bulging calves and huge thighs, spread open to 
reveal the silky material of her shorts pulled tight against the outline of her vagina.  Rachel's 
animated style of talking was also producing a mesmerizing display of dancing muscle as her 
hands and arms jerked and flexed to illustrate a point.  

David finally was glad to see the driveway of his split level home in Falls Church, Virginia.  This 
unapproachable muscle goddess, young enough to be his daughter was making his palms sweat 
and send his hormones and thoughts racing like a 13 year old virgin trapped in a bordello.

David was able to get through the first month of living with her by continuously reminding 
himself that she was the Mount Everest of women; attainable only  for the proud, the brave and 
the massively hung.  That, combined with the fact that she was a dear college chum's daughter 
seemed to ease his strong desires for her until that fateful day when he retuned home late from 
work.  

It had been a long tiring day and as he entered the living room he scowled at the sweaty  t-shirt 
carelessly draped over the arm of the living room chair.  At the base of the chair were two large 
tennis shoes with white socks shoved into them.  Setting his briefcase down, he gathered them up 
and proceeded down the hall ready to have it out with Rachel and her sloppy ways.  Halfway 
down the hall, he was greeted with a pair of equally sweaty shorts, then five steps further a fair of 
sheer blue silk panties.  Picking them up and adding them to the increasing pile in his arms, he 
couldn't help but wonder why a super girl jock on full scholarship for track and field would wear 
such sexy panties.  The pile of wayward clothes had grown to the point that the panties rested at 
the highest point of the mountain of clothes and unintentionally came to rest under his nose.   
Unlike the stench of a male's locker room the smell of Rachel's sweat combined with her natural 
feminine aroma was having an extremely arousing effect on him, hardening his penis, which had 
been hypnotized by the stimulating fragrance.

He planned to go directly to Rachel's room and drop the clothes and give her a good tongue 
lashing, but his attention was drawn instead to the bathroom door, cracked open by about three 
inches.  The sound of the shower running, along with a hardy, albeit off-key rendition of "Blow 
Your Man Down" got the better of him as he slowly  inched closer to the opening.  

David looked around guiltily and carefully  peeked through the small opening of the door.  He 
checked over his should once again, then slowly pushed the door open another three inches and 
audibly gasped as he could clearly make out her body beyond the steamy glass of the shower 
stall.  Although the "picture was hazy, he could make out the unmistakable shape of her massive 
biceps as her hands massaged the soap in her hair.  His heart pounded wildly as he watched her 
run her hands over the misty  image of her full proud breasts.  He cursed the increasing fog and 
stood on his tip-toes to get a better view as her hands moved lower to wash between her muscular 
ass cheeks.  

Without warning, the water suddenly stopped, and David panicked and tripped, landing in a thud, 
sending the clothes flying.  Quickly,  he regathered the clothes and scrambled into her bedroom, 
to drop them and escape to the safety of the living room.  He sat down on the couch and tried to 
will his breathing to return to normal simultaneously cursing himself for being a lecherous 
voyeur.

David heard her exit the bathroom and gave her enough time to dress, then he got up and headed 
toward her bedroom, ready to have it out with her.  He gave an involuntary gasp which caused 
Rachel to let out a surprised shriek.  Standing in sheer white panties with a matching lacy bra, 
she stood in a fighting stance with fists clenched and muscles flexed.  Realizing it was David, she 
relaxed her body and moved toward him, totally at ease in her exposed state.

"You startled the hell out of me Uncle Dave."

David squirmed and averted his eyes but was unable to keep from sneaking glances at her 
magnificent form.  "I'm sorry  for intruding Rachel.  I thought you would have been dressed by 
now."

"Really....  Just how long have you been home?"   Moving closer, with a knowing grin, she 
added, "You didn't happen to take a little peek at me in the shower did you?"  

Caressing his cheek with the back of  her hand, she was keeping him way off  balance.  "Why 
you're blushing Uncle Dave.  Did you like the show?"  

"I saw nothing," he lied and as sternly as he could.  "Get dressed.  I want to talk to you about the 
way you have been messing up the house with your scattered clothes."

Once again, David retreated into the living room, cursing himself for how things were 
progressing.  After about fifteen minutes, Rachel entered the room and joined him on the couch, 
barefoot, with running shorts cut up the side, and a tank top revealing her massive tanned arms, 
and inviting cleavage. 

She proceeded to take the wind out of his sails when she looked at him, seemingly repentant, and 
apologized for the way she had carelessly been tossing around her clothes.  David found it 
impossible to stay angry at her, and equally  impossible to keep his eyes from roaming over the 
bulging muscles of her thighs and calves.  Once again, she had mesmerized him and taken over 
what used to be his quiet, sane castle.  Promising to improve she patted him on his thigh and rose 
to return to her bedroom.

Stopping in mid-stride, she drew a hand pensivly to her chin, causing her biceps to bulge.  
Turning, with a sly grin she moved closer to David and said, "You know... I think that as long as 
we are clearing the air, we should clear it on both fronts.  Anything you want to get off your  
chest Uncle Dave?"

David nervously straightened himself on the couch and with a nervous smile, stammered;   
"What do you mean?"

Rachel sat once again, uncomfortably  close and looked him in the eyes.  "I know you told me 
that you didn't see me in the shower, but I'm not sure that was the whole truth, and I think if we 
are going to live with one another it is important to be honest and have trust."

Feeling trapped, David once again turned a bright red, and looked down at his lap as his 
intertwined fingers nervously danced.  "Okay, I did see a brief glimpse of you in the mirror as I 
was taking your clothes to your room... but I didn't linger, and I do apologize."

Satisfied, Rachel said "That's much better; but I am afraid that an apology is not quite good 
enough."

Startled, David looked up at her and said, "What do you mean by that?  I told you I was sorry, 
and that I did avert my eyes as soon as your hands moved to your bu..."

Rachel slowly rose from the couch and looked down at David who was growing more and more 
apprehensive.  "Well well.  It appears that Uncle Dave was not quite telling the whole truth and 
perhaps he saw a little more than he admits to.  Sometimes, bad little peeping uncles need to be 
punished."

"Come on Rachel; this is silly."

David rose and started to head to the kitchen, but he was suddenly pulled back onto Rachel's lap, 
having once again taken a seat on the couch.  Before he could react, he was bent over her lap and 
his pants were easily drawn down to his calves, quickly  followed by his underwear.  He tried to 
cover is bare bottom with his free hand, as he screamed out in surprise and range, but his arm 
was easily trapped and drawn up into the center of his back, making him powerless to resist.

"Such a cute little bottom, I'm almost sorry that I am going to have to punish it."

David cried out as he felt her large hand come crashing down on his buttocks.  She proceeded to 
rain twenty more whacks to his aching ass which brought tears to his eyes.  Slowly she moved 
him to sit on her lap and raised his bowed head with her fingers to look her in her eyes.  "Do you 
understand why I had to punish you." 

David meekly sniffled, "I..I..I.. guess so; but you hurt me."

"I'm sorry David.  Wow, that's the first time I haven't called you "Uncle David."  I guess things 
have changed a little from David the baby sitter of twelve years ago to David the 'baby sittee' of 
today."

"Rachel, I don't know what you have planned, but please let me get dressed.  You're 
embarrassing me."

Removing his shirt with one hand while keeping him trapped with the other she casually said, 
"Now now, don't be such a fuss budget.  It's time for your bath, and then it's bedtime for you 
young man."

David panicked and tried to run away, but Rachel easily grabbed him like a wayward child and 
headed toward the bathroom.  

"Rachel this has got to stop.  What would your mother say if I told her what you are doing?"

Setting him down, she calmly  said, "I don't know.  Shall we give her a call and ask her if it's 
okay if you watch me shower?"

The guilt returned immediately, and David stared at his naked feet in silence.  "Well I can't take a 
bath because I need to pee and poop."

Rachel lifted him easily and nonchalantly plunked him on the toilet.

David looked up at her and scoffed, "You have to be kidding.  I can't do it with you in here."

"Well young man, I am afraid you will have to, because I am not leaving."

David closed his eyes and tried to close his ears as he began to "perform."

"All finished?  Okay, let Rachel clean you up nicely, then we get our nice warm bath."

"Rachel, please stop this.  I can't take it."

"Now dry those tears David, and just relax... you might enjoy it."

David looked at her powerfully muscled body and knew that he had little choice in the matter, so 
when she picked him up and placed him in the warm bubble bath, he no longer resisted.  

"Now raise both arms.  I want to take care of you like you did for me twelve years ago." 

She proceeded to soap his body with her large hands in strong but loving motions as a mother to 
a child.  When her hands moved beneath the water and travelled up his thigh to grab and wash is 
penis, he was in heaven.  Rachel gave a smile as she pumped a soapy hand up and down his 
growing shaft.  "I see my little man likes getting his cute pee pee washed.  Now get on your 
knees so I can wash your bottom, then I can dry you off and tuck you in bed."

Obediently David slowly rose to his knees and let the gentle Amazon run her  hand over his 
asscheeks, and moving soapy fingers in and out of his crack to clean him fully.  Standing up, she 
grabbed a towel and instructed him to rise.  She gathered him in the towel and proceeded to dry 
him completely, spending a little extra time with his engorged penis, standing at attention.

"It's time I showed you what nice girls like to do with that," she said, as she grabbed his cock in 
her hand, then lifted him in her arms once again and took him into his bedroom.  She lay him 
down on the bed, then smiling down at his small naked body, sat next to him and leaned over to 
kiss him on the  cheek.  She straightened some stray hairs off of his forehead and asked, "Did my 
little boy like his bath?"

Still embarrassed, but unable to deny it, David meekly shook his head yes.

Rachel patted his face and smiled.  "Good.  There is one more little treat I  want to give you 
before bedtime," and she proceeded to move her head toward his crotch and take his cock in her 
mouth.   Her mighty arms spread and held his thighs wide, totally exposing him to the greedy up 
 and down sucking motion  of her powerful lips.  David's head, along with the room began to 
spin as he was held captive by both the physical and sexual power she held over him.  Almost 
delerious, she could not hold back any longer, and  exploded with a massive gush in her mouth. 
Rachel  hungrily lapped down his full load and David lay back totally spent but feeling 
incredibly content after the release.

Licking her lips with her tongue, Rachel said, "Well that was pretty tasty, and I got you pretty 
clean, but we better not take any chances."  She exited the room and returned with a warm wash 
cloth and a sheet.  Gently she washed the remaining cum from his cock and balls, then proceeded 
to fold the sheet in a triangle and apply it to David as a diaper.  Once again David knew it was 
useless to protest and tried to silently convince himself that there was nothing wrong with being 
a 38 year old baby.

Satisfied that she had done everything possible to make him feel comfortable and cared for, 
Rachel  bent over to gently kiss him on the forehead.  "Tomorrow I will teach my little man how 
to please a woman, and after that I have lots more things I want to try out, before I graduate... 
four years form now."  She turned out the light, and as David heard her head out of his room, he 
prayed that he would live through whatever she had planned, to see her cross the stage in her cap 
and gown.