Date: Thu, 25 Jul 2002 07:54:08 +0000
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ricky's Babysitter: Jennifer's Little Stud

RICKY'S BABYSITTER

by Bambino

Author's disclaimer: The following a work of fiction.  All characters are
fictitious; any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.  Any
descriptions of minors engaged in sexual activities are imaginary and bear
no relation to real events. The subject matter of this story is pure
fantasy and is not intended as a representation of the author's lifestyle
or ideology.  As a work of literature this story is protected under the
First Amendment to the Constitution of the United States of America.

The author retains the copyright on this work.  Distribution or posting of
this work without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright.

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Chapter
IV: "Jennifer's Little Stud"


Jennifer pulled the door ajar without releasing the chain.  "Mike!" she
hissed through the crack.  "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, duh!" said Mike Baranello, grinning, "What else?"

"Shit, Mike! You know I'm not allowed to have anybody over! Ricky's mom
would freak and I'd lose all my babysitting jobs!"

"Oh, come on, Jen," he cajoled.  "Would he tell? Hey, what's up with the
bathrobe?"

"I just took a shower."

"You look sexy in it.  I bet you're getting that kid all excited and shit."

"He's only eight, you creep!  Gross!"

"So? If I was eight the sight of you in a bathrobe would give me a boner."

"Sicko."

"C'mon, Jen... let me in..."

"Forget it, Mike! He might tell -- you know what kids are like."

She started to close the door but he wedged his shoe in the way.  "What the
fuck, Jen, I just wanna kick it with you for a while, that's all! Isn't it
past bedtime for little kids anyway?  We'll chill in the living room and he
won't even hear us."

Jennifer sighed in annoyance.  "Okay, fuck it.  If I get in trouble for
this, Mike, it's your ass."

"Nobody's gonna find out, baby."

"Lemme go put the kid to bed.  I promised to read him a story.  You'll have
to wait here for about ten or fifteen minutes."

"Fuck that! Let me wait in the living room."

"Mike, get your fucking foot out of the door!"

He withdrew his foot and stood back, raised his hands in a gesture of
surrender.

"Ten minutes," he said.

"You'll just have to wait as long as it takes to get him to bed."

"If it takes longer than fifteen minutes I'm leaving."

"Good! That's what I want you to do!" She shut the door firmly.

"Fuck!" she hissed to herself.  "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!"

Jennifer opened the bathroom door and was instantly enveloped in warm
steamy haze.  Ricky had turned off the water and was standing on the
bathmat with a towel wrapped around his shoulders, his little penis
exposed, still erect and ready to take up where they had left off before
the interruption.

"Ricky, honey, I told Mike to wait outside for a few minutes.  You won't
tell your mommy if I let him in after I tuck you in, will you?"

"No," said Ricky hesitantly, "but I thought we were gonna... you know..."

Jennifer knelt down and caressed Ricky's cheek.  "Yes, sweetie, we still
have time for a quickie!"

Ricky's cute brow furrowed quizzically.  "A quickie?"

"Yeah -- I'll make you cum real fast!"  Jennifer pulled him close and
touched her nose to his.  "Come on, honey," she whispered, "let's go into
your bedroom and I'll give you a nice blowjob like I did before.  That'll
make your boner go down so you can relax and sleep like a bug in a rug!"

Ricky giggled.  "A bug in a rug?"

"Yup! Come on, slugger, let's go do it!"

"Okay!"

The room was quite toasty and Jennifer turned down the heater.  Ricky,
rejoicing in his nakedness, sprung eagerly up onto his bed, sprawling out
with his legs spread apart and his arms behind his head.  He looked up at
Jennifer, smiling angelically, his big brown eyes wide with expectancy.
Once again Jennifer felt a shiver of lust pulse through her, a warmth
spreading from deep within her pussy out through her thighs and belly.
Nothing had ever turned her on as fiercely as this little eight-year-old
Hispanic boy! His penis was still scarcely bigger than her thumb, but there
was latent thickness in that cute little shaft, and after his warm bath his
smooth brown boy-balls hung surprisingly low and full.  In just several
years that plump scrotum would be a busy factory of sperm production,
manufacturing precious little tadpoles day and night!  Though Jennifer
cherished the preservation of his sweet boyhood, she also ached for the day
when Ricky would squirt his first load of cum -- preferably down her throat
or all over her face! She yearned to twirl his first soft pubic hairs
around her finger and feel the velvet down of puberty's mustache against
her lip as they kissed.  She could imagine the way his changing voice would
crack and rasp as she brought him to ever more intense and mindblowing
orgasms in their evolving sexual odyssey.  Oh yes, she would take this boy
into manhood, lead him by the hand across the threshold.  By eighth grade
he would be as confident and experienced a lover as any grown man -- if not
sooner!

"I'm ready for my blowjob, Jennifer," said the little boy, proudly
brandishing his three-inch erection and grinning at her.

"Aren't you ever," she purred, dropping her bathrobe and sliding catlike
across the bed towards him.  Her hands glided along his smooth little legs
and she raised herself up over him.  "But first... I have to kiss those
adorable dimples of yours!"

Ricky was still grinning and let out a soft little giggle as she tenderly
kissed first his left dimple, then his right, then let her lips fall softly
against his own, coaxing them into a kiss so perfect, so lyrical, that
Jennifer felt the sharp sudden twinge of an incipient orgasm quiver through
her body, causing her to gasp.

"What happened?" asked Ricky.

"N-nothing," panted Jennifer breathlessly, "I -- I almost had an orgasm!"

"You did?" chirped Ricky.  "But I'm not even touching you down there!"

"I know, baby! It's just you -- you make me so excited... kiss me again!"

Their lips met again and once again it was as if an electric circuit had
been closed.  Jennifer felt her entire body explode in a tremendous warm
chill, an orgasm of almost spiritual exultation, moaning and whining into
Ricky's soft, sweet mouth.  She felt her pussy muscles clenching violently,
squeezing juices out onto the bed, her entire vagina wringing itself like a
sponge.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!" she keened, her voice muffled against Ricky's cheek as she
nearly collapsed against him.  "Oh, Rickyyyyyyyyyy! I love you -- oh god, I
love you so much!"


*       * *


Mike sat on the doorstep of Mrs. Rodriguez's house, brooding impatiently.
Jennifer could be such a bitch sometimes.  She was going to let him in the
house anyway -- why couldn't she just let him in now, so he could kick it
on the living room couch and watch TV while he waited for her to put the
brat to bed?

Girls didn't make any sense.  He liked Jennifer, a lot -- enough to put up
with bullshit like being made to wait outside for her.  She could be
annoying sometimes -- she was stubborn as hell -- but that was a small
price to pay for the sex he was getting.  The best, craziest sex any
sixteen-year-old male could want.  Fuck, she was hot.  A body like a Sports
Illustrated swimsuit issue centerfold, perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect
skin, a face that looked like a wet dream as she sucked his fat cock and
looked up at him with eyes begging for approval, just like the girls in
pornos did.  She had that look down pat and knew what it did to him as he
got close to unloading in her mouth.  Oh yeah, she knew how to fucking push
his buttons.  That pleading puppy look, her head tilted a little to the
side, bobbing up and down on his shaft, and a little crooning murmur at the
end -- "Mmm?" As if to ask, "Does it feel good, baby?" A cheap trick to the
jaded, maybe, but one which never failed to send his teenage hormones
crashing through the floodgates.  "Aww fuck, you bitch!" Mike would wail,
throwing back his head, "you're gonna make me cum!"  And then he would grab
her head, wrenching his fingers into her thick golden hair, and hold it
steady as he pumped a gallon of cream down her gullet.

Mike shifted uncomfortably on the doorstep.  Fuck, he had a hard-on now.
It was caught painfully in the fly of his boxers.  He stood up, pulled his
boxer legs down through his pants, bounced up and down a few times to free
his imprisoned boner.  He reached down and yanked it loose, adjusted it to
a more comfortable angle across his hip.  His loose Dockers were tented out
obscenely; good thing it was dark outside.  A dick like Mike's wasn't an
easy thing to hide, even when it was soft.  A "meatcock," that's what
Jennifer called it.  She loved to play with it when it hung soft and heavy,
especially right after he'd blown a load.  She said she loved the way it
swayed and flopped like an elephant's trunk.

Jennifer, he thought -- hurry the fuck up!

Christ, now he had to piss too.  As soon as he became aware of the need it
became a burning urgency.  It was as if his dick were saying to him, "If
you won't let me cum, at least let me piss and get rid of some of this
pressure!"

Mike stood pinching his dick through his pants and looking at his watch.
Only five of the ten or fifteen minutes were up, and knowing Jennifer it
would probably be more like a half-hour wait.  He wished he had brought his
mini-disc player with him.  If he was going to have to sit on his ass our
here in the cold like an idiot, he might as well not be bored to tears
doing it.

But first he really had to drain his lizard something fierce.  The street
was quiet, even by Oakmont standards, and Mike slipped unnoticed around to
the side of the house behind the hedges.  There wasn't any light over here,
so even the neighbors would miss him if they looked out their window.

He unzipped his dockers and hauled out his cock.  The pressure on his
bladder had mercifully caused his hard-on to subside somewhat, so he didn't
have to piss straight up in the air against the side of the house.  He
aimed down at the dirt and let loose with a sigh of relief.  The forceful
stream went on and on, and Mike's eyes wandered up to the nearby window
facing into the alley.  The blinds were drawn but the light was on inside
and from the Spiderman sticker on the pane he figured it was the kid's
bedroom.

It would be funny, Mike thought, to play a prank on them.  Just a little
harmless revenge.  Tap lightly on the window, and when Jennifer came to
look he'd press his face against the glass and look monstrous.  Nah, not a
good idea.  If she was putting the kid to sleep it would mean possibly
waking him up again and having to wait all over again.

He shook himself dry, packed his relieved and now flaccid penis back into
his pants and zipped up his fly.  Just as he was about to leave he heard a
noise from the other side of the window, a noise odd enough to give him
pause.

It sounded like... whimpering or panting.  Was the Rodriguez kid crying?

Mike crept nearer the window, to listen more closely.  The noise had
stopped.  With his ear pressed to the glass he listened for another fifteen
seconds.  Then he heard something again.  A faint moaning, murmuring sound,
punctuated by breathy grunts.  It was definitely the boy's voice.  The
noises didn't exactly sound like crying, but Mike's imagination had no
reason to make any other interpretation of them.

Higher up Mike discovered a small warp in the Venetian blinds which, if he
were a head taller, might have afforded him a peek into the bedroom.  If
the kid were having some kind of tantrum then maybe it really was best that
he leave and see Jennifer tomorrow.  Mike wasn't crazy about little kids,
especially when they monopolized his girlfriend's time.

He looked around for something to stand on.  He remembered noticing a
concrete cinder-block in the front yard.  He quietly went to get it, and
returning to the alley, set it down in the mulch.  It just might be high
enough...

Mike stepped up on the cinder-block, stretched on his tip-toes.  He was
only 5'8", and maybe because his dick was so big he had never felt insecure
about his height, but this was one instance when he wished he were taller.

Straining and supporting himself on the casements, he was able to peer
through the narrow aperture.  It was just a crack but with his forehead
pressed to the glass he could see into the bedroom with his left eye.

Mike froze, his entire body turning to wood as his brain processed what he
saw.

The boy was lying on his bed, naked.  Jennifer, also on the bed and also
naked, was crouched on all fours between his outspread legs.  Her hands
were running up and down his little body, from his thighs up to his chest
and back down, and Mike could not tell if Ricky's trembling was causing her
hands to shake or if they were shaking by themselves.  Her head was bowed
and bobbing up and down rapidly, and it was obvious -- Mike's blood ran
cold -- that she was sucking the young boy's dick.  Now the source of the
strange sounds became obvious: Ricky was gasping and puffing, his babyish
face scrunched up into a mask of ecstatic tension.

Mike's first thought was that he was imagining what he saw.  His brain so
totally rejected the idea of it that for a moment reality itself seemed to
recede.  He blinked rapidly, squinting and peering as if the vision were
the product of a temporary defect of his eyesight.  He switched eyes.  It
was still there, happening, as much as his consciousness struggled to deny
it.  His gut impulse was to jerk his eye away from the unthinkable sight,
but a strange paralysis held him transfixed.  As his mind slowly began to
wrap itself around the situation, he found himself fascinated as much as
repulsed.  It was revolting that Jennifer -- his Jennifer! -- could even
consider, much less engage in, sex with a child.  She herself had called
him a sicko for cracking a joke in that direction only a few minutes ago.
And yet there she was -- sucking an eight-year-old's little prick! His own
girlfriend -- Jennifer -- a child molester!

But Ricky did not look violated or traumatized by what Jennifer was doing
to him.  To the contrary, Mike admitted to himself with sick reluctance,
the kid seemed to be reacting much the same way he himself did when
Jennifer gave him head.  With outrage churning in his stomach Mike watched
as the little boy's legs went stiff and started to shake violently, his
little toes knotted up in balls like fists.  And Jennifer -- goddamn her,
thought Mike! -- looked up at Ricky's grimacing face, locked eyes with the
boy, twisted her head to the side.  Mike knew the look she was giving him.
"Mmm?" she cooed.

It worked like a charm on the kid too.  The boy went spastic.  His eyes
rolled back in his head and his arms locked at his sides.  Mike heard a
long, throaty groan escape Ricky's lolling mouth.  Electrical spasms
shuddered the boy's entire body, while Jennifer massaged the taut thighs
with loving, compelling hands.  Her own moans of appreciation joined the
kid's orgasmic bleating, and Mike felt both awed and appalled that a boy so
young and small could experience an orgasm of such ferocious intensity.

"He looks like a fuckin retard having a seizure," thought Mike furiously.
"I hope I don't look like that when I cum."

It was over.  Jennifer was hastily putting on her bathrobe and ran into the
bathroom, presumably to brush her teeth and freshen up.  Ricky was lying
limp on the bed, looking dead to the world but content, his moistened
little boycock deflating and retreating into its little foreskin.  Mike
felt a new sense of ludicrous outrage; what could Jennifer possibly want
with tiny little pricklet like that when his own beer-can dick was at her
disposal night and day, anytime she needed it? It was totally
incomprehensible, inconceivable! How could his own girlfriend -- a girl as
beautiful and desirable as Jennifer -- harbor such sick and twisted
perversions, and why hadn't he ever suspected them? How little he knew
about her, after all.

As Mike stepped off the cinder-block, almost stumbling backwards, he was
overcome by a dangerous rage.  By a fortunate shred of sanity he was able
to hold back smashing his fist through the window, and instead hurled it
into a nearby tree.  He felt the crush of bone and saw the bloody smear on
the bark reflecting the light from the window, but the physical pain was
nothing compared with the turmoil tearing him apart inside.  As he
staggered from the alley he nearly tripped over a shrub, doubled over, and
wretched into the bushes.

Then he lurched into a run, and didn't stop until he reached home in
Diamond Heights, clear on the other side of Oakmont.


* *
   * *


"That felt sooooooooo good, Jennifer," sighed Ricky.

"Oh, baby, I know it did," purred Jennifer.  "When you cum, you really CUM,
don't you my little stud?"

"I guess so," murmured Ricky happily.

"And those orgasms will just keep getting better and better as you get
older...."

He was tucked in snugly under the covers, though he was still nude.
Jennifer had thought it prudent to put him in his pyjamas, but the boy had
protested.
  "It's too hot!" he had complained, "I wanna sleep nekkid!"

So she had relented.  After all, his mother wouldn't be home in the morning
and would never know about it.

Now, sitting beside him on the bed, she softly stroked his hair and leaned
forward to kiss him on the forehead.

"Good night, sweetie-pie."

"G'night, Jennifer..."  He closed his eyes and Jennifer waited until, after
a minute or two, he drifted off to sleep.  By the dim glow of the
night-light he looked angelically beautiful, like a Caravaggio cherub.
Jennifer resisted the impulse to kiss him one last time, for fear of waking
him up, and quietly retreated from the room.  With the utmost care she
closed the door without a sound.

She went to the front door, unlatched the chain, unlocked the door and
opened it.

"Sorry, Mike, I didn't think that would take that long but I really was
afraid that he would tell -- "

She stopped short.  No Mike.

"Son of a bitch," she breathed, marveling at the empty doorstep.  "He
actually left... I can't fucking believe it!"

She thought about going outside and looking down the street to see if he
was still around somewhere, but it was cold and she was wearing her
bathrobe.

"Oh well," she shrugged, closing the door and bolting it up again.  "His
loss!"

But she felt a little badly.  Her treatment of Mike had been, after all, a
little insensitive.  But what else could she have done?  It would have been
cruel to give Ricky his first case of blueballs.

A pity that Mike couldn't have waited.  She was still feeling a little
horny, despite that massive spontaneous orgasm she'd had while kissing
Ricky.  What a fluke that had been! She'd never experienced anything like
it before.  Her mind wandered... Too bad about Mike.  She could have gone
for some more hanky-panky with him on the living room couch.  His big thick
meatcock satisfied a totally different need.  It would have been an
interesting adventure to impale herself on it and try to keep quiet about
it.  And Mike was usually pretty loud too -- it would have been hot to see
him struggle to contain his pleasure.

That's it, she thought.  She couldn't stand it anymore -- she had to cum
again.  She was so incredibly, viciously horny all the time lately! Was
this the real her, emerging like a butterfly? Was she a nympho at heart, an
insatiable sexaholic?

Just maybe, she thought deliciously.

The living room couch? Another bath? No... she had a better idea.

With great care not to make a sound, she opened Ricky's door and entered
his room again.

He was sleeping like a baby.  He was right -- it was very warm in the room.
Quietly, moving like a cat, Jennifer brought the chair from Ricky's desk
close beside his bed.  Then, with even more care, she drew aside the covers
and revealed the boy's naked body as he lay sprawled on his back.  She
waited a moment to make sure he hadn't woken him up, but he didn't stir.
His breathing was deep and regular and she wondered what nice dream he was
having, since his penis was rock-hard again and stuck straight up from his
puffy, hairless pubic mound.  It's wonderful, she thought, the way boy's
dicks get hard while they sleep.

Jennifer sat down in the chair, leaning back and reveling in the glorious
sight of the beautiful, naked boy.  Her eyes feasted on him -- delecting on
his adorable handsome face, the sooty lashes peacefully drawn, his bald
armpits and perfectly formed torso, his smooth muscular legs and the round
little globes of his ass-cheeks between them, and especially his stiff
young cock and promising balls.  What a total hunk he would grow up to
become!

She parted her bathrobe, spreading her legs and revealing herself to the
sleeping boy.  She never took her eyes off him as her hands descended
between her legs and began their work.