Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 12:04:43
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Ricky's Babysitter: Ricky's First Orgasm

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
I: "Ricky's First Orgasm"



"Ricky Rodriguez, come take your bath right
now!"

The words were stern, but Jennifer couldn't bring herself to utter
them sternly.  At sixteen she was still too resentful of authority herself
to be a disciplinarian.

"Just five more minutes, pleeeeeeease!" beseeched
her eight-year-old charge.

"No, Ricky, really.  Your mom wanted in you in
bed by nine.  It's five after and you still haven't taken your
bath!"

"But..."

"No buts, you little stinker.  Playstation will still be
there tomorrow."

"Okay," said Ricky with overdue resignation.  "But
tomorrow I'm playing for two hours!"

"You know your mom only lets you play
for an hour every day."

"I know... but she won't be here."

"But I will.
And I have to respect your mom's rules when I'm babysitting you.  Come on,
monkey boy, put the Playstation away and come take your bath.  I'll help
you."

"I don't need help, I can take it myself!" declared the boy,
wriggling out of his shirt and pants and dropping them in his path as he
shuffled down the hall in his snug little briefs.

"Well okay, Mr.
Allgrownup! But I'll start the water for you, just to be nice."

Jennifer
would have liked to bathe the boy herself, but she wasn't about to push that
envelope.  "I bet the kid's hung for his age," she thought shamelessly to
herself.  "His dad's Puerto Rican... they're all hung like horses."

Twenty
minutes later she dimmed the lights in his room.

"Don't turn them out!" he
said.

"I won't -- just turning them down."

She moved to tuck him
in.

"It's too hot for the covers," he protested.

"Well aren't you just the
hard one to please?" she laughed.  "You want me to fan you too?"

"If you
want."

"I was joking."

"Oh."

She paused.  Then, toying with the fringe of
his blanket, she asked casually: "So how come you didn't want me to help you
with your bath?"

Ricky shrugged.  "I dunno."

For a minute she was silent.
Then she said quietly: "Was it because you didn't want me to see your
penis?"

At first Ricky didn't answer.  Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Oh,
Ricky, that's so silly," she said with a little laugh.  "I've seen lots of
penises before."

"You have?"

"Sure."

"Like whose?"

"Well, I've seen my
boyfriend's, of course.  He's got a real big one!"

Oh shit, she thought to
herself, I shouldn't have said that.  What if he tells his mom I said
that?

But Ricky's response set her at ease.  He giggled, and said: "How big
is it?"

"Well," said Jennifer in a conspiratorial tone, snuggling down on
her knees beside the bed and propping her head on her elbows, "if I tell
you, you have to promise not to tell anybody."

"I
won't."

"Promise?"

"Yeah."

"Okay.  It's about... let's see... about this
big.  When it gets hard, I mean."  She held her hands apart to measure the
impressive length of Mike's cock, with only slight exaggeration.

Ricky
opened his eyes wide and giggled.  "You're lying!"

"Cross my heart, hope to
die."

"That's biiiiig!"

"Mm-hmm.  And it's thick too... almost as thick as
this part of your arm."  She clasped her fingers around Ricky's
wrist.

"Na-aahh!" said the little boy in disbelief.

"I swear it is!"

"How
old is your boyfriend?"

"Sixteen, same age as me."

"You're sixteen?" Ricky
asked innocently, looking at her and suddenly arresting her with the
sweetness of his huge brown eyes.

"I'll be seventeen in three months," said
Jennifer.  "How old are you?" she asked, though of course she knew the
answer.

"Only eight," said Ricky.

"And how big is YOUR penis?" Jennifer
giggled.

"I'm not telling!"

"Pleeeeaase? I told you about my
boyfriend's!"

"So!"

"Is it... this big?" asked Jennifer, holding her hands
about two feet apart.

"Nooooo!" cried Ricky, squealing with
laughter.

"Okay... this big?" She reduced the imaginary member by several
inches.

"Noooooooooooo!"

"Hmmm... smaller? Okay -- this big?"

"I'm only
eight years old!"

"Oh..." said Jennifer, looking crestfallen.  "Then... it
must be this big."  She held up two fingers, about half an inch
apart.

"Bigger than that!" yowled Ricky, pounding his hands on the mattress
for sheer mirth.

"Hmmm... Maybe you'll just have to show it to
me."

"Nooooooooooo!"

"Scaredy cat!"

"You'll never see it," giggled the
boy.

"Fine, then," said Jennifer with mock-injury.  "I was going to let you
do Playstation for an extra half-hour tomorrow but I guess you'd rather have
it your way."

She got up and started to leave the room.

"Okay! Okay!
Here!"

Ricky jumped up on his knees, shoved down his pajamas and flashed
his little genitals at her, giving her the merest glimpse before letting
them snap back up to his waste.  Then he collapsed onto the bed with his
back to her, giggling furiously in embarrassment.

"Hey!" cried Jennifer,
"That's not fair! I didn't get to see!"

She planted a firm smack on his
round little bottom, which sent him into further paroxysms of laughter as he
reached back and protected his buttocks with his hands.

"I'm gonna grab
that little penis right now!" said Jennifer, diving across the bed and
snatching at his unprotected crotch while his hands were out of the
way.

"Nooooooo -- hahahahahaha!" squealed the boy, giving himself up to
riotous fits, flopping from one side to the other as Jennifer deftly
intercepted his privates with tickling fingers.

"S-s-s-top!" gasped the
laughing boy, "You're -- making -- me -- get -- a -- bonerrrrrrr!"

Jennifer
gave a startled gasp.  "Oooh, a boner! Let's see how big it
is!"

"Nooooooooooo! You'll -- never -- see!"

She mounted the bed and used
her weight to pin him down, holding his face steady.  It was the adorable
face of a laughing young faun.

"Remember that extra half-hour of
Playstation!"

Still laughing, but the force of his giggles dying down,
Ricky quieted down and surrendered.  "Okay," he panted, "but now it's
hard."

Jennifer gingerly lifted the elastic rim of his pajamas and pulled
them down.  Ricky's erect, eight-year-old penis sprang into view.

It was
the size of a man's thumb, about three inches long but already appeared
destined for thickness.  The boy's scrotum impressed her; it was a
surprisingly full, fleshy-looking pouch and looked to contain a pair of
olive-sized testicles.  Ricky was uncircumcised and the little smooth head
of his penis was peeking through the soft foreskin, which was only partially
retracted despite an erection so hard it quivered.  All in all Jennifer was
impressed by a package of more than respectable size for Ricky's age.

"Wow,
Ricky," she said in a soft voice, "you have a big one too."

"I do?" asked
the boy ingenuously, looking down at his own genitals as if he were seeing
them for the first time.

"Yeah, sweetie, you do! For your age and size,
that's really a huge cock."

A flush of excitement pulsed through Jennifer's
own groin as she realized the depravity of using the word "cock" to an
eight-year-old boy in reference to his exposed, erect penis.  She felt the
wetness begin to permeate her panties.

"Thanks," said Ricky simply.

Then
suddenly he said: "Okay, you've seen it," and pulled up his pajamas.

"No,
wait," said Jennifer urgently, grabbing his arm.  "I want to see the
head."

He yielded once more as she touched his penis directly for the first
time.  It felt impossibly warm and hard to her fingers.  Gently, with an
angelic touch, she drew back the foreskin, fully exposing the precious
little glans.  The vision before her was extraordinary, a perfect miniature
of a full-grown penis, minus the hair.  With silken hands she explored his
tender, warm testicles, parting the smooth thighs and running her palms up
over them and up to his belly.  Ricky gave a gasping shiver and giggled a
little as she passed over his ticklish spots.

"Why do you like touching
me?" he asked.

Jennifer was slightly taken aback by the directness of the
question.  "I like making you feel good, Ricky," she said after a moment.
"Do you like the way it feels when I touch you like this?"

"Yeah," the boy
admitted.  "I didn't at first, but now it feels good."

"Have you ever...
jacked off your penis, Ricky?"

"No."

"Do you know what that means?"

"I'm
not sure."

"It's when you stroke your penis up and down, like this..." She
demonstrated the principle, slowly moving her fingers up and down the hard
shaft, causing the foreskin to roll back and forth over the sensitive head.
"Doesn't it feel good?"

Ricky's eyes were half-closed, and he was
surprisingly tranquil.  "Y-yeah... it feels real good."

"If you do this for
a while," Jennifer went on, barely recognizing her own voice as it trembled
whisperingly, "the feeling gets better and better until it feels so good you
can't stop.  Then just when you think it can't get any better you get this
super-duper good feeling that goes through your whole body, better than
anything you ever felt before."

"For real?" asked Ricky, and Jennifer
thought to detect in his voice a quiet eagerness to experience this ultimate
sensation she described.

"I promise.  Want to try and see if you can get
that feeling? You might not be old enough yet.  But we can try."

"Okay.
Let's try."

Jennifer snuggled closer, finding a comfortable position next
to him on the bed, and began to lovingly masturbate the boy.  Her thoughts
raced.  I can't believe I'm doing this, her inner voice said.  Giving a
handjob to a little kid who doesn't even know what an orgasm is.  Not even a
handjob, a finger-job.  There isn't even enough dick to wrap my hand
around.

"That feels really, really good..." sighed Ricky, obviously fully
agreeable to the new sensations Jennifer was causing him.

"It does,
sweetie?" purred Jennifer, nuzzling her face next to his ear.  "Just lie
back and let the feelings get better and better."

"Okay," Ricky whispered
back.

For a few minutes neither of them said anything.  Jennifer's eyes and
left hand further explored Ricky's athletic little body, the body of a kid
weaned on soccer and blessed with an inherited natural tone and grace.  What
a dreamy hunk he'll be when he grows up, she thought... I already love him
now.

Shit, she said to herself.  If I want to make this really memorable I
better do this...

And without giving him any warning, Jennifer moved down
and took Ricky's penis into her mouth.

Ricky's eyes snapped open and he
looked down, for a moment too stricken by surprise to react.  Then he
stiffened and gasped.

"What are you doing?" he whispered in
alarm.

Jennifer reluctantly withdrew from his sweet, clean-tasting boyhood
to tell him hastily, "I'm sucking your cock."

"Okay," said Ricky.  Once
more he lay back, but his body held a new rigor and the feelings coursing
through it were obviously much more intense than before, when she had been
using her hand.

"Whatever happens, Ricky, don't worry," she assured him.
"I'm just going to keep sucking and it'll feel good.  Just enjoy it,
baby."

"Okay," managed the boy, rippling with a delightful new joy.  She
could sense that he was a little frightened, but enjoying the exciting new
sensations too much to turn back.

Jennifer settled into a rhythm as she
sucked.  The advantage of so small a dick was obvious: its size gave her
total control over the means of stimulation with her tongue and lips, and
would never tire her jaw the way Mike's wrist-thick porkroll did.  She could
have lain there sucking Ricky for hours without fatigue.

But the boy
clearly wouldn't last that long.  Already his breathing was growing
stronger, creating an audible counterpoint to her own sloppy cocksucking
that was making Jennifer squirm with lust.  Inside the boy's body dormant
nerves began to buzz with activity. Jennifer moaned softly and ran her hands
over his smooth little body, which was tense and restless with dying
innocence.  Feeling him stir on the sheets, Jennifer twisted her neck to
look up into his face, and realized what was about to happen.

"You're
right," panted Ricky in a hoarse whisper, "it's starting to feel really,
really good!"

She gave a moan of encouragement, and immediately started
sucking faster, constricting her lips and applying more suction, riveting
the hard little penis with voluptuous sensation.  How different sucking a
little boy's penis was compared to sucking her boyfriend Mike's big thick
slab of teenage meat.  With a finger-sized cock in your mouth you could
literally suck; Jennifer sucked Ricky's immature penis with the same action
that she would use to suck a milkshake through a straw.

Ricky's eyes
rolled shut; his breath quickened and began to pant, his little body utterly
hostage to the warm wet enclosure of his babysitter's mouth.

Jennifer
sucked still faster and harder, her head bobbing up and down.  The sensation
in Ricky's groin grew to a searing warmth, the latent pleasure-centers in
his brain snapping awake as if making up for eight years of passivity all in
a moment.

The chain-reaction through his nervous system produced an
explosion of sensation almost too intense to be borne.  The boy went into
hysterics, crying and convulsing, grinding his hips against her face,
fingers clawing numbly at her hair.  Jennifer, her hands gently gliding
along the boy's legs, felt the silky thighs quiver, the muscles taut, as his
stiff little penis began firing blanks.  Six, seven, eight hard clicks
pulsed through the little shaft, which Jennifer appreciated as a delightful
foretelling of future ejaculations.  In an ecstasy of lust she promised
herself that she would be there to swallow the boy's first deliverance of
manhood.

In the meantime Ricky's orgasm was no less spectacular for its
lack of semen.  Balling his hands into fists and pounding weakly on the
mattress, he gasped and heaved as mind-melting pleasure sweetly tortured his
little body.

For a breathless moment which Jennifer longed to hold forever,
Ricky's whole body lurched up off the mattress into a kind of twisted arch
and went rigid.  Irregular choking sounds escaped from the open mouth; the
knotted toes dug deep into the mattress.  Jennifer lowered her hands to cup
his round little buttocks and support him; they were hard as steel and
clenching rhythmically.  Little by little she felt his body relax from its
electrified contortion.  Inside Ricky's body the shockwaves diminished to a
faint low-voltage tingle which never entirely subsided.  Thirty seconds
later he lay quiet, his dazed eyes fluttering closed, his breath once again
gentle.

Jennifer at last reluctantly let the penis slip from her mouth,
though it was still hard.  She sat up on the bed beside him, studying his
face.  The cap of black hair, freshly shampooed and brushed, lay sleek and
soft.  The livid flush had faded from his cheeks, leaving a glow on his
clear dark olive skin.  The long dark lashes shrouding his beautiful brown
eyes were beaded with tears, but the wide mouth drooped at the corners with
such dreamy sweetness that she dared not disturb him by wiping them away.
It was a face, thought Jennifer, of such heartbreaking charm that she fought
the impulse to snatch him up, hold him close, pet him and kiss him.  But she
held herself back; Ricky's body, still overwhelmed by his first orgasm, was
limp deadweight and would hardly respond to the kind of hugging she would
like to give him.

Moved deeply, she marveled at the violent intensity
of his virgin climax, realizing that his life must now be altered forever.
Still a little boy, he had learned the grown-up pleasure that all boys must
eventually learn, but which most would never discover until puberty.  He
would crave it now, long for it.  His thoughts would be occupied by thoughts
which never passed through the heads of most eight-year-old boys.

The
change was both wonderful and tragic.  With orgasm a certain carefree peace
that might be called innocence was gone; she had taken that from him.  On
the other hand, in its place she had given him a new secret joy that most
boys would agree was well worth the sacrifice!

He lay quiet, eyes
half-closed: perhaps drowsy, perhaps preoccupied with his own
thoughts.

Holy crap, she thought to herself, what an orgasm does to a
child's body is really something else! She thought of Mike, and realized
that she had never thought about his first orgasm before.  She wondered if
it had been comparably intense.  Her own certainly had been, but then she
had been thirteen.  Tomorrow she would ask Mike about it, maybe while he
fucked her.  Their fucking had become routine.  Mike was an insatiable
fucker, and a date never ended without a steamy headboard-pounding lay.  She
had gotten used to taking his monster dick inside of her, and that feeling
of being so deeply and amply penetrated had become one of her daily needs.
She loved Mike for bringing out the nympho in her; his wonderful dick not
only reached the innermost depths of her pussy but it touched her innermost
self as well.  A lot of other girls in school wanted that dick, but it
belonged exclusively to her.

A pang of guilt jolted her suddenly, because
here she was in a reverie about Mike's fidelity when she had just cheated on
him with a boy half her age.  Jesus Christ, she thought -- he's in fucking
third grade.

Just then another delicious thought evolved in Jennifer's
horny mind, momentarily eclipsing her guilt.  Should she let Ricky fuck her
too? Would that be taking things too far? Gazing at the comatose little boy,
so obviously destined for studhood, she tried to imagine him on top of her,
his tight, vigorous young body pounding and striving between her legs.  Then
collapsing in another spasmodic tearful orgasm, his rock-hard boy boner
pulsing and quivering like a vibrator in the vice-grip of her pussy, his
sweet boy's breath hot on her neck...

Jennifer sighed.  Was Mike not enough
for her? No, it wasn't that... It was apples and oranges.  Mike was
wonderful, one in a million.  But just as Ricky couldn't give her a big dick
(at least not yet), so Mike couldn't give her innocence, purity, tears when
he came...  She didn't have to teach Mike how to fuck.  To tutor Ricky in
the arts of sex would be an exquisite pleasure, too much to resist.

She
rose slowly to her feet and tucked him in.  His quiescent body was
automatically compliant as she settled the covers around him.  Then she bent
down and planted a last kiss on his forehead.  Anyone who might have
observed such a kiss would never have dreamt of what had happened in the
room only minutes ago, so sweetly innocent and gentle as it was.

"G'night,
sweetie," she whispered.

Ricky's lips moved silently to return the
sentiment: "G'night."

As Jennifer withdrew from the room, Ricky's suddenly
wakeful voice sounded from behind the nearly closed door.

"Don't forget,"
he said insistently, "I get an extra half-hour on Playstation tomorrow!"

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