Date: Sat, 29 Dec 2001 11:04:12
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ricky's Babysitter, Ch. 2: Ricky Discovers Pussy

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
II: "Ricky Discovers Pussy"


In his dark bedroom, eight-year-old Ricky Rodriguez stirred on his bed.  He
had been dreaming about his babysitter Jennifer, and what they had done
together last night.  But it wasn't a dream -- it had really happened.  He
could still feel the tingling warmth of her mouth around his sensitive
penis.  The best feeling he had ever known or could imagine.

His penis was still rock-hard, as it always was when he woke up in the
morning.  He wondered if it had even gone down at all during the night.
His hand slipped down under the covers, under his pajamas, instinctively
wrapped around the throbbing three-inch bundle of joy.  Up until now his
penis had been something to pee through, nothing more than an adjunct to
his body to which he had never given much consideration.  Jennifer had
changed all that.  Jennifer...

Ricky slipped quietly from his bed.  The hardwood floor felt cold against
his bare feet, but he rose, went softly to the window where stars paled on
the violet dawn.  The dim street was quiet; the houses of Oakmont were
dark.

Somewhere across the city, Ricky thought, Jennifer was asleep in her bed.
Was she dreaming of him the way he had dreamt of her?

Ricky went to stand before the dresser, where the wall-mirror gave back his
image through the gloom.  He peered close.  Who was this glum, groggy-eyed
little boy staring back at him? For the first time he noticed his own face,
studied it.  Two eyes, a nose, and a mouth: the eyes like big black
buttons, the nose a round nubbin, the mouth wide and flexible.  Often
Ricky's eyes sparkled in humor and his mouth crooked itself into an impish
curlicue; but this morning his eyes were deep and thoughtful, and his mouth
drooped at the corners and the middle, producing the meandering M-shape
that characterized his face during moments of concentration.

Again he thought back on the events of last night which had changed his
life forever, though he wasn't aware that they had done so.  To Ricky,
Jennifer had simply shown him a wonderful new toy, something so fun and
exciting it rendered even Playstation dull by comparison.

He shivered, and went back to bed.  The house was silent but for the
rhythmic purr of his sleeping mother's breathing from the next room.
Absently rubbing his stiff penis through his pajamas, he grew heavy-lidded
again and dozed... it seemed that only a minute later his mother was at his
side, shaking him awake.

"Up and at 'em," she said as she said every morning.  "Time for breakfast,
papi."

Ten minutes later Ricky sat blearily at the kitchen table, slowly munching
Corn Pops and dragging a desultory spoon through the bowl.  On the TV in
front of him morning cartoons blared, squeaked and clamored.

"Are you going out with Steve again tonight?" said Ricky.

Sue Rodriguez, packing Ricky's lunchbox, shot her son a guilty glance.
"Yes, papi, remember?  Wednesday and Thursday are Steve's only nights off."

"Can Jennifer babysit me again?"

"Well... I had asked uncle Gonzalo to come over tonight."

"Aw, mom," groaned Ricky, his mouth drooping, "please can Jennifer babysit
me instead?"

"But papi, I thought you liked uncle Gonzalo!"

"I do, but -- but Jennifer's funner!"

Sue cocked her eyebrows quizzically at her son.  "She must be pretty cool
if you prefer her to Gonzalo," she said.  "This is the first time you've
liked a babysitter, mijo."

"I know, but Jennifer's nice."

"What's this, you're getting crushes already? Hmmm?"

Ricky giggled as his mother teasingly pinched his cheek.  "Noooooo," shied
Ricky.  "I don't mean that way!"

"I know, mijo, I'm just teasing you.  Okay, let me call Jennifer.  But if
she can't make it or I can't reach her, Gonzalo will have to sit you
tonight and maybe Jennifer can come next week."

"Okay," Ricky said glumly.

All day in school Ricky's penis stayed hard in pants, and often without
even realizing what he was doing, he reached down under his desk and gave
it a firm squeeze, pinching it and adjusting it and wiggling his legs
restlessly.  One of his teachers, noticing this activity, asked him if he
needed to visit the boys' room, to which Ricky, mortified, answered in the
negative and immediately ceased to touch himself.

Over and over again, he prayed silently that it would be Jennifer, and not
his uncle Gonzalo, that would pick him up after school.  He had nothing
against uncle Gonzalo, who was really a lot of fun, but he was dying for
Jennifer to suck his dick again, and make him feel that incredibly cramp of
pleasure that made his eyes water and his toes point.

His prayers appeared to have been answered as Jennifer's familiar red Honda
pulled up in front of the school and Ricky, jumping for joy, ran to meet
her.

"How was school?" she asked as they drove home.

"Fine.  Jennifer, um... can I ask you a question?"

"But of course you may, Richard dearest."

"Okay.  Remember, um, what we did last night?"

"Um, yes I do."

"I was wondering... can we do it again?"

Jennifer gave a mock-scandalized gasp.  "Why, yes, we can."

"For real?"

"Who's gonna stop us?"

"Cool!"

"You liked it, huh?"

"Hell yeah!"

"But you have to promise one thing."

"I know -- I won't tell anybody!"

"No, not that...  you have to let me give you your bath."

"Oh... okay."


* * *
     *


"It looks funny," said Ricky with a little giggle, as they sat facing each
other in the bathtub.

Jennifer giggled back.  "That's just 'cause you don't have one, ya lil
squirt! I thought dicks looked funny the first time I saw one too."

"They both look funny," said Ricky.

"Go ahead and touch it, sweetie... it feels nicer than it looks."

With tentative hands the little boy explored the soft, resilient wonder
between Jennifer's legs.  His gentle, timid hands lightly petting her vulva
and inner thighs sent shivers of delight through her body.  "Ohhhh, Ricky,"
she sighed, "it feels so good when you touch me..."

Ricky leaned forward and inspected her pussy at a closer vantage, his
fingers increasingly bolder and more curious.
  With the side of his finger he gently grazed the soft blonde stubble of
her pubes, which she kept trimmed into a tidy little patch just above her
slit.  Jennifer was naturally smooth along the sides of her vulva and
didn't even have to shave her legs.

"How come the hair is like this?" asked Ricky, petting her fuzzy mound as
if it were a bunny rabbit.

"I like to keep it trimmed," she said.  "I don't like it all bushy."

Ricky giggled again.  "It feels nice."

"Not as nice as your fingers feel on it for me."

"You got big titties, too," observed Ricky.

"They're only a C.  Ya like 'em?"

"Yeah!"

"Wanna play with them too?"

"Can I?"

"That's what they're there for!"

Ricky eagerly investigated the voluptuous softness of her breasts with
soapy hands.  "They feel nice and smooth," he said.

"Feel my titties with one hand and my pussy with the other," she suggested.

Ricky was clearly a child of the "try-anything-once" school.  He seemed
particularly fascinated by her nipples, and lavished a lot of care on them.

"You can try sucking on them," she said.

Ricky crooked his eyebrows.
  "Won't milk come out?"

"No! I'm not pregnant, silly... do it, it's fun."

Ricky obliged.  His hot little mouth gently sucking her nipples sent sharp
little pangs of pre-orgasmic pleasure through Jennifer's body.  "Ohhhhh,
baby boy... how do they taste?"

Ricky came up for air, smiling sheepishly.  "Like skin!" he giggled.

"Want me to play with your pussy again?" he asked, looking up with such
sweetness and innocence in his big brown eyes that Jennifer felt a stab of
lust for her juvenile lover.

"Ohhh yeah, Ricky, and I'll play with your dick too... but let's do it in
bed, the water's getting cold!"

"Okay."

Stepping out of the tub Jennifer wrapped herself in a towel and, taking
another one from the rack, knelt and held it outspread.  "C'mere, my little
stud."

Ricky rose from the tub and came forward to be enfolded in the towel and
her arms.  She dried him all over, rubbing his head vigorously until his
jet-black hair stood out in fluffy spikes.  She kissed his head, murmuring,
"You're such a cutie..."

On a whim she heaved him off the ground and held him like a baby.  "Ugh!"
she groaned, "a heavy cutie!"

Ricky giggled.  "Betchya can't carry me to the bed!"

"Betchya I can!"

With her giggling bundle Jennifer tottered through the hall, and reaching
the bed she threw him down with a loud sigh.  Ricky tossed with laughter,
the towel falling aside to reveal his naked body and his penis still
adorably erect.

"Make room for me, boner boy," she said, sprawling out next to him.

"Here," she said, and propped herself up on her elbows, leaning back on the
pillows and spreading her legs wide, so that her pretty pink girlhood was
prominently exposed before Ricky.

Ricky sat up, kneeling on the bed and automatically toying with his boner
as he stared between her legs.  "Want me to touch it again?" he asked.

"Of course, silly! You don't have to ask.  But let me teach you a couple
things about touching a woman."

"Okay."

"Have you ever seen a girl's vagina up close?"  she asked, though she knew
it was a stupid question.  But it greatly excited her to use words like
"vagina" and "penis" with him, even more than the four-letter words.

Ricky shook his head.

"Okay," she said gently, "well snuggle up close to me and I'll show you how
a girl is put together."

Ricky obeyed, cuddling between her legs and lying on his side, with his
head resting on her thigh and his face only inches from her pussy.
Jennifer again felt a flush of heat for this young boy's pure sweet
tenderness and willingness to please.  If only teenage boys could be so
obliging!

Jennifer proceeded to give Ricky a leisurely, hands-on anatomy lesson,
beginning with the outer parts and moving inward, letting him unfurl her
layer by layer.  She taught him that the outermost part was merely the
vulva and that the true treasures of girlhood lay beneath.  She revealed
her clitoris under its little hood, made him pronounce the word several
times, and let him fondle it between his two fingers, acquainting him with
its exquisite sensitivity.


"It feels the tingly pleasure just like your penis does," she told him, "so
if you really want to make a girl happy remember to pay a lot of attention
to this part."

"Okay," he said, in no hurry to stop lovingly fondling her little bud,
which evidently intrigued him.

"It sort of does look like a tiny little dick," said Ricky.

"A really tiny one! Here, hold yours next to it to compare."

Ricky thrust his hips forward, blandishing his mighty little erection, and
even his three inches dwarfed her tiny button.

The anatomy lesson resumed.  They moved deeper, and as Ricky parted the
inner labia to at last expose her pink, moist hole, Jennifer spread her
legs as wide as she could and flexed her vaginal muscles so that the
orifice alternately opened and squeezed shut.

"How do you do that?" Ricky asked.

"Just by squeezing -- I bet you can do the same thing and make your dick
move.  Try it!"

Ricky flipped over and made the attempt, both of them watching and giggling
as his little erection twitched up and down like a lever.

"Now stick your finger in my pussy and feel what it does," she instructed.

Ricky cautiously probed the opening with his index finger.  Jennifer
tightened and the moist organ constricted around it.  "Deeper," she said.

"It's tight..."

"Mm-hmm," she said as she flexed on his finger, causing a vacuum-like
suction action.  "Now imagine how good that would feel if it was your dick
inside me instead of your finger."

"Can we do it?" he pled eagerly.

"Can we do what, baby?"

"Can we -- if I put my dick inside you...?"

"Oh, you mean can you fuck me?"

Ricky blushed and his mouth dimpled crookedly as he looked back at her
wordlessly.

"It's okay, sweetie -- you can say it! Do you wanna fuck me?"

"Yeah," he said, still abashed by the word.

"Tell me you wanna fuck me."

"Hehe... why?"

"I just wanna hear you say it."

"Can I fuck you?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can I fuck you, Jennifer, please?"

Jennifer swept him up in her arms and nuzzled his face, kissing his nose
and mouth.  "You said the magic word!"

Ricky wasn't sure if the magic word was "please" or "fuck," but he didn't
care -- every nerve in his body ached to feel the slippery tight grip of
Jennifer's pussy around his painfully hard boner.

"Hell yeah you can fuck me, Ricky -- but first let's do some other stuff."

"Like what?"

"Well, I want to teach you different ways to cum."

"What do you mean?"

"Cumming means having an orgasm, getting that tingly feeling.  Remember how
good it felt when I sucked your dick last night?"

"Yeah!"

"What did it feel like?"

"It felt -- I dunno! It felt good!"

"The best feeling you ever had?"

"Yeah! It felt like busting a big balloon inside of me!" he said excitedly,
bouncing off the bed and throwing out his arms.

"Well I want to teach you how to masturbate, so you can get that feeling
whenever you want by yourself."

"Masturbate?"

"Have you ever heard other boys talking about 'jacking off'?"

Ricky shook his head.

"I guess most of your friends haven't started yet," said Jennifer.
"Jacking off is when you use your hand to make your penis feel good -- to
get an orgasm by yourself."

"Oh!"

"I'm gonna teach you how to do it, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Then I'll teach you how to masturbate a girl, and you can try it on me."

"Okay, but then can I fuck you?"

"Yes, sweetie."

A sudden wicked idea came into Jennifer's head.  "I wonder what it would be
like to watch ourselves while I masturbate you," she murmured, and crossing
the room, carefully took the mirror hanging over the dresser off the wall,
and brought it back to the bed.

"What's that for?"  asked Ricky.

"So we can watch ourselves while I give you a jack-off lesson."

She set the mirror upright on the bed, leaning against a pile of stuffed
animals which she gathered together.  Then she leaned back against the
pillows and pulled Ricky beside her, cuddling him and gently spreading his
legs apart so that they both focused their attention on his cute brown
erection.

"Comfy, sweetie?"

"Mm-hmm."

"Good.  Now I'm going to masturbate you until you cum.  You just stroke up
and down like this, so that the skin moves back and forth over the head.
I'll keep it up and after a while, you'll get that feeling again."

"Okay," sighed Ricky, closing his eyes.  The mere contact of her hand with
his penis was already setting off fireworks in his super-susceptible little
body.

"Look, Ricky... see me jacking you off?"

He opened his eyes.  In the mirror he saw himself leaning back against her,
both of them naked, his brown little body against her pale one.  He watched
his little testicles jiggling up and down as she rapidly stroked his cock
with a surprisingly agile wrist.

Ricky, despite a glazed look of ecstasy on his face, gave an involuntary
little laugh.

"What?"  giggled Jennifer.  "Does it look funny to you?"

"My balls," he said, his voice shaking a little, "you're making them bounce
up and down."

"Just like jingle-bells!"

"Haha!"

"Do you like it?"

"Yeahhh...."

"I want you to learn how to do this," she said, "so you can practice by
yourself.  Then you can have orgasms whenever you want."

"Not when my mom is here, though."

"Well, you can do it in bed at night after she tucks you in.  Just try to
keep quiet if the door is open.  And you can jack off in the bathroom if
you remember to lock the door."

"Okay."

"Do you think you'll jack off a lot now that I'm teaching you how?"

"M-maybe..."

"You could make yourself feel this good anytime you want, even when I'm not
here."

"That would be nice," moaned Ricky, clearly hypnotized by the sensations
her vigorous action on his penis was causing.  "But it feels better when
you touch me than when I touch myself."

"Okay, so it will feel almost as good, but still good!"

"Yeah."

Jennifer ran her lips softly over his head, through his fragrant hair, down
over his cheek, found his mouth... the concept of sexual kissing obviously
escaped the boy, but he yielded to her gently forays, and attempted to
mimic the action of her mouth and tongue.  To Jennifer, nothing had ever
felt as sweet and soft as Ricky's lips, his perfect, baby-smooth skin.  For
several minutes they made out as she continued to masturbate him, Jennifer
instigating and Ricky emulating, and she was delighted to find him such a
natural kisser and quick learner.  Already he was beginning to suck face
with an aptitude that many a teenage boy never attained, and while there
was hesitancy in his kisses there was no awkwardness.  It seemed very
natural to Ricky to caress and beguile with his lips and tongue, and she
savored their warmth and tenderness, the sweetness of his breath, the
delicate passion passing between their bodies and growing more urgent by
the moment.  What excited her most was his childlike capacity to learn by
imitation.  When she ran her tongue slowly across the underside of his
teeth, he did the same to her a moment later; when she lightly nibbled his
lip between gentle teeth, he tried this trick back.  When Jennifer
occasionally opened her eyes, she saw that his were only half-closed, and
she couldn't tell if they were slightly crossed because they were focused
on her face so close to his own, or because they were misted over with
erogenous pleasure.

She turned to look in the mirror again, marveling at the sight. Ricky's
firm little body rippled and squirmed as her hand performed its magic
between his legs.  The cuts defining the taut muscles of his little chest
and stomach were deepening, knitting together... she sensed that the boy
was getting close to his moment of no return.

"Your whole body's shaking, Ricky," she whispered.  "Your toes are starting
to curl."

"I'm starting to get the feeling again," he said, his voice catching in his
throat.

"What feeling, baby?" she coaxed softly.

"The... tingly feeling... that feels really good..."

"Yeah, baby?" panted Jennifer, pulling the little boy even closer as she
masturbated him furiously.  "The tingly feeling in your penis? That's an
orgasm, sweetie, that's cumming -- you're gonna cum for me?"

"Y-yeah! I'm gonna cum real soon!"

"Yeah, baby?"  she cooed breathlessly, determined to tease him up until the
last second, "you're gonna feel that tingly orgasm in your penis? In your
dick, Ricky?  Are you gonna cum for me, baby?"

"Yeah!" Ricky's voice ascended and thickened haltingly, as if he were about
to break into tears.  "I'm gonna cum right now!"

The little boy scrunched up his face and bit down on his lower lip as he
exploded in sweet agony for the third time in his life.  His legs, spread
open before him on the bed, bent at the knees and strained outward, his
hips and buttocks heaving up to push against Jennifer's wildly stroking
arm.  Her wrist and hand were moving so fast they were a blur, their
ceaseless action causing the orgasm to surge through Ricky like a
fulmination.  The little boy tried to hold back his outcries but the
sensations grew to such a pitch of intensity that he gave himself up to
sob-like animal grunts, noises so thrilling to hear uttered in a boy's
sweet young voice that Jennifer felt her pussy give a gush of wetness and
almost reached an orgasm herself.

"Yeah!" she rallied him, "let it out, baby, cum hard! Oh, Ricky -- look at
you cum!"

She snuggled him and kept up her ceaseless stimulation of his little boner,
both of them watching cheek-to-cheek in the mirror as Ricky writhed and
bucked, suffering an ecstasy only a little boy's body can feel.

"Are you cumming, baby?" she hissed, reveling in her own filthy-mindedness,
"Say you're cumming!"

"I'm cumming!"

"Say you're cumming!"

"I'm cuhhhhhhhhhh -- " Ricky's voice shivered up into a breathless squeak,
and she held his quaking body against her, his every muscle alive with
quivering joy.

"Ohhhh yeah, baby," purred Jennifer, nuzzling his cheek, his neck, his ear,
"I know that feels so goooooood..."

She held him until his breath gradually slowed, synchronizing her strokes
with its speed, until Ricky swallowed a couple times and relaxed against
her, and she knew that his orgasm was finished.

"Fuck, he cums long," she thought to herself in amazement, "his dick was
twitching for like fifteen seconds!"

"That was awesome," sighed Ricky.

"I could tell," she said.  "Baby, when you get a little older, you're gonna
be one hell of a squirter, I bet."

"How d'you mean?"

"When a boy turns twelve or thirteen he starts to shoot sperm out of his
dick when he orgasms.  It's white creamy stuff that makes a girl get
pregnant and have a baby if he squirts it inside her pussy."

Ricky was thoughtful for a few moments.  "Will I make you have a baby if I
fuck you?"

"No, sweetie," she laughed, "you're too young.  Your body doesn't make
sperm yet."

"When will I start making sperm?"

"Well, it depends... some boys start earlier than others.  My boyfriend
told me he started shooting it when he was eleven.  I've heard of some boys
starting when they're ten, even."

"Does your boyfriend shoot a lot of sperm?" asked Ricky.

"Um, yeah."

"How much comes out?"

"A lot.  But I think you will too.  Your dick muscles feel really strong.
I could feel them pulsing hard when you had your orgasm, both times."

Ricky's mouth twisted into a self-conscious smile.  "Really?"

"Yup."

"Cool."

"So now you do me, okay?  Deal?"

"Want me to fuck you?"

"Not yet.  First I want you to masturbate me."

"But... how do I do it?"

"Just start touching me, like you did before."

"Okay."

"C'mere.  Stick two fingers in my pussy and move them back and forth.  Use
your other hand to play with my clit, right here..."

"Like this?"

"Yeah... yeah! Fuck, Ricky, it feels so good! You're so good, baby!"

"It feels so wet and smooth," he said, concentrating on his task.  "I can
feel you tightening it when I push my fingers in."

"Uh-huh," she panted, parting her legs wide and lifting them off the bed,
into the air.  "That's what my pussy is gonna do to your dick when you put
it in me, Ricky."

"That's gonna feel so goooooood!"

"Oh baby, work my clit! Move really fast, like this..." Jennifer
demonstrated how to wiggle two fingers against the hood to stimulate her
joy-button.

"It's hard to do both hands at the same time," he said with a giggle.  "If
I make one go fast the other gets slow."

"Okay, I'll do my clit... keep fucking me with your fingers.  Turn your
hand around and rub upside down, in and out... reach all the way
back... yeah, like that!"

Ricky went to work with determination, his whole arm pistoning rapidly back
and forth, furrowing his brows and biting down on his lips in earnest
effort.

"Oh damn, Ricky!" cried Jennifer, mercilessly rubbing her clit while the
boy worked his fingers in and out of her clenching vagina.  "Finger-bang
me! Do it hard!"

Ricky grunted and kept up avidly even as his arm grew sore.  "Does it feel
good?" he asked, looking up into her lust-congested face.

"Oh, Ricky, it feels so good!" Jennifer's brows knit together and her eyes
gleamed with wicked lust.  "You're fingering my snatch, Ricky! Finger my
snatch, baby!"

"It's really wet!"  marveled Ricky.  "It keeps getting wetter!"

"You like my snatch, baby? My pussy?"

"Yeah."

"Tell me you like it."

"I like your pussy..."

"How much do you like it, baby?"

"I love it!"

"Fuck, Ricky! You're gonna -- you're gonna make me cum!"

"For real?"

"Yeah!" she squeaked.  "Don't stop!"

"I won't!"

For another minute Ricky continued to prod the slick channel with dexterous
fingers, occasionally switching hands but doing an admirable job of keeping
his rhythm steady, while Jennifer fervently diddled her clitoris.

"Ricky -- I'm almost there! Do my clit too now -- do it all for me, make me
cum baby, please!"

She relinquished control of her clitoris to Ricky's inexperienced but
nonetheless effective fingers, and in another ten seconds Jennifer exploded
in her own earth-shattering climax.  Her lithe body shook, arching back,
her arms limbs writhing and extremities scratching at the sheets.  A loud,
wrenching cry tore from her throat as she abandoned herself to the most
intense orgasm of her life, the more so because it was caused by the hands
of an eight-year-old boy.

"Yeah, cum!" Ricky commanded her, and even though he obviously echoed her
own dirty-talk of before, the words gave her an extra burst of pleasure, an
orgasm within an orgasm.  Ricky felt the soft inner muscles of her pussy
turn hard and ripple convulsively, clamping down on his fingers and
squeezing them tight.  Jennifer couldn't believe the force of her own
orgasmic contractions and felt the juices gush from her tortured pussy,
bathing Ricky's hand and soaking the towel beneath them.

As she slowly came down off her high, she vaguely feared that Ricky,
believing her to be finished, might stop and pull away at a crucial moment.
But whether by instinct or other impulse, he kept at it until the very end,
little by little slowing his strokes and relaxing their pressure until the
glorious tingles subsided and her body lay still.  And all of this without
a word of instruction! "God fucking bless him!" she thought to herself.

"Ricky," she moaned after a while, her voice hoarse and breathy, "that was
the best orgasm I ever had."

"For real?"

"Oh baby, if you only knew.  I can't fucking believe it."

"You were shaking the whole bed!"

"Well, you remember what yours felt like."

"Hell yeah I do."

"So imagine that, times ten."

"Oh..."

"Ricky?"

"Uh-huh?"

"Gimme a kiss."

"Okay."

A full minute passed before she finally let go of his mouth.  "I needed
that," she said softly.

"Can I fuck you now?" beseeched Ricky.

"Your dick is still hard, isn't it?" she marveled, looking down.

"Yeah!"

"Honey, I'm so tired after that... aren't you sleepy too?"

"No!"

"Kids! I tell ya..."

"Jennifer, pleeeeeeeease? You said I could fuck you!"

"You're right, I did.  I won't be able to walk tomorrow, but okay."

"Cool!"

Lying back, Jennifer spread her legs again.  Ricky, kneeling between them,
looked at her with an impish grin cutting across his cute face, and held
his boyish erection in his hand, aiming it at her like a gun.

"C'mere, loverboy," she said, "stop smiling and fuck my brains out.  Let's
see how long you can last."

Ricky giggled, and scooting forward on his knees, leaned forward and, with
her guidance, directed his eight-year-old cock between the moist lips of
his babysitter's pussy.  He hesitated a moment before penetrating her,
savoring the anticipation that the most delicious pleasure in the world lay
less than an inch away.

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