Date: Sun, 28 Apr 2002 20:57:20 +0000
From: guess who? <spunkmachine@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ricky Learns to Fuck

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
III: "Ricky Learns To Fuck"


With a purposeful, butter-smooth movement, the penis slid home into the
vagina, and eight-year-old Ricky Rodriguez lost his virginity.

Jennifer, his sixteen-year-old babysitter, took no such loss, though the
little boy's thumb-sized organ filled her with more pleasure than all of
the big teenage cocks she had ever taken up her tight, pink pussy.  A surge
of incredulous passion overwhelmed her body, and her first thought as Ricky
thrust into her was, "Oh my God -- I'm getting fucked by a little boy!"

Ricky's own thoughts were less coherent and probably could not have been
expressed in words.  He was still a little lightheaded from the orgasm
Jennifer had given him only a few minutes ago, cuddling him in front of a
mirror and masturbating him to a shattering spermless climax.  But the
boy's insatiable little cock was still raring for more of this wonderful
new fun, and it throbbed joyfully inside Jennifer's warm wet pussy, hard as
bone and straining to exceed its three-inch length.  The snug, lubricious
vagina gripped and sucked the little boner, coaxing the innocence out of it
with every contraction of its rippling, pink muscles.

Jennifer grasped Ricky's head in her hands and drew his face against hers,
and the boy's hot, milky-sweet breath enhanced the already aphrodesiac
vapors of their coupling.  "Does it feel good, Ricky?" she whispered,
surrendering to a madness of desire to subjugate her body and soul to this
gorgeous little boy's pleasure, as if he were a grown man dominating her.
"Does your dickie feel good in my pussy?"

"Y-yyeahhhhh," grunted Ricky in a hoarse whisper, his lungs heaving in
rhythm with his frantically bucking little hips.

"Look at us fucking!" she breathed excitedly, "We're really fucking, Ricky,
just like grown-ups!"  They both looked down, their foreheads touching, to
where their bodies joined, the thick little boy-penis pistoning in and out
of the rose-flushed lips with an obscene noise of moist friction.

Jennifer's voice rasped and squeaked with excitement.  "Oh, fuck me, Ricky!
Fuck me raw, baby, become a man in me!"

Ricky's thrusts became violently passionate, his little body enflamed by a
surge of shockingly mature male lust.  It was as if Jennifer had spoken the
words of a magic spell which transformed the eight-year-old boy into a
miniature man whose sole drive was to fuck, to penetrate, to cum himself
senseless.  For a few minutes he bounced and writhed against her body,
pushing his cock as deeply as it would go into the delicious channel.  He
squinted his eyes and twisted his head to the side, bared his teeth,
tightened his lips.  He began fucking her at a clip, holding himself up on
his arms, his knees and feet scraping the sheets as if he were trying to
force his entire body up into her pussy.

Not for the first time Jennifer noticed how muscular he was for such a
little kid, and ran her hands over the silken firmness of his buff little
shoulders and arms.  Her hands slid down the sides of his trembling body,
grasped the firm round cheeks of his butt, pulled him toward her so that
their pelvises locked together.  They were as close as two human beings can
get to each other.  She wrapped her legs around him and held him there,
answering his desperate attempts to thrust with quick, forceful
contractions of her pussy muscles, and watching his facial reactions with a
wicked leer of totally ruttish lust.  "Fuck that pussy, Ricky," she
growled, "get off in me..."

She released her hold and let him take over again.  Ricky went wild,
pounding viciously into her with low, guttural grunts.  "Huhhh, huhhh,
huhhh, huhhh!"

Jennifer, her dirty-talking regressing to increasingly louder moans, was
over-awed by the power and latent virility manifesting itself in this young
boy, this little male animal that pounded her as if everything in his life
depended on their activity.  One minute he had been an innocent child,
barely aware of his own penis -- how quickly had been his transformation
into a natural champion fucker!

Suddenly the boy gave a violent shiver and his face twisted up and dimpled,
as if he were about to cry.

"Oh fuck, Ricky!" squealed Jennifer, "you're gonna cum again, I can feel
you shaking! Let it happen, Ricky -- let's cum together!"

"Oh Jenniffffffhhhh -- !" croaked Ricky as orgasm once again began its
assault on his vulnerable young body.  "I'm cuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Her vagina clamped down hard on his penis; Ricky exploded into another
electrifying dry cum.  Jennifer grabbed his ass again and helped him grind
into her as his boy-orgasm sweetly tortured him.  She felt the firm little
buttocks clenching and squeezing with strain, and watched in amazement as
his beautiful puppy-dog brown eyes went unfocused and slightly strabic, the
tears beading up in their corners.  "Oh FUCK," thought Jennifer, "he's
going cross-eyed! He's in total fucking gooned-out ecstasy!"

For five seconds Ricky held his breath, his whole body rigid, then puffed
it out loudly against her neck in a helpless, sob-like groan, his chest
collapsing on her cushiony breasts.  Jennifer felt the little erection
firing blanks inside of her, pulsing once, twice, three, four times, trying
to shoot sperm it didn't have yet, before her own orgasm burst outward from
deep within her vagina, hitting her like a fireball and making her entire
body convulse uncontrollably.  She unleashed a scream of agonized joy,
allowing her lust to run unbridled as her pussy contracted fiercely,
squeezing and captivating its little penetrator.

"Oh, FUCK, Rickyyyyyy!"  she wailed, shuddering and rocking as she came
with an intensity she had never known, "I'm cumming, babyyyyyyy!"

For a full thirty seconds Jennifer's body pitched to and fro in an orgasm
to which she would compare all others in later years.  Ricky, his spent
body collapsed on top of her like a wet leaf after a storm, was tossed with
her convulsions until they gradually subsided together with her screams.
At last the magical ecstasy dissipated and Jennifer began to catch her
breath.

As she gathered her senses she wondered if she might have frightened Ricky
by the ferocity of her orgasm, but a glance at his face lying against her
breast showed a serene and satisfied boy.  She nudged his face with her own
and kissed him tenderly; he sighed softly.

"I love you, baby," she whispered.

"I love you too," he murmured back.

Several minutes passed in silence.  Jennifer said, "Let's take a bath,
sweetie... we're all sweaty."

"Okay," mumbled Ricky, though he looked more inclined to fall asleep.

Jennifer disengaged herself with a grunt.  "Come on, kiddo... upsy-daisy."

With effort, she carried him into the bathroom.


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Sitting between Jennifer's legs in the tub full of warm sudsy water,
resting back against her cushiony breasts with her arms around him, Ricky
felt both drowsy and excited at once.  Their slippery, smooth bodies slid
against each other, supported by the wonderful enveloping environment of
the hot bath, his hands softly gliding over her beautiful long legs, and
hers across his chest and tummy and filling him with delightful tingly,
comfy sensation.

Ricky's penis was stiff again, poking up through the suds like the
periscope of a miniature submarine.

Jennifer nuzzled his neck, gently pressed her lips against his ear.  "Guess
what I see down there," she whispered playfully.

Her breath in his ear caused Ricky to shiver and giggle at the same time.

"A sea-monster!" she exclaimed, reaching forward and grabbing hold of the
little throbber.

Ricky thrashed, his giggles rising to an excited squeal, splashing water
out of the tub.  He flipped around and faced her, pressing himself tightly
against her body.  "I wanna fuck you again."

"Oh, sweetie..." she purred, "I can't believe your dickie is still hard
after that orgasm you just had."

"I wanna have another one."

Jennifer wondered if she herself would be able to cum again after so little
down-time, but he was already wiggling and trying to force himself into
her.

"Can you cum again so soon, baby?"

"Hellz yeah!"

"Mmmmm, that's my little man...  gently, baby, go easy..."

"It feels so good in the water!"

"Ohhhhh, yeah, it does..."

"And after we do it this time, I wanna do it again.  Okay?"

"Yes, baby... anything you want... but let's do it standing up, in the
shower."

"Standing up? In the shower?"

"Yeah... I want to show you another way to fuck -- you'll love it."

"Okay."

Ricky stood up and Jennifer drained the bath water.  She slid her hands all
the way up his legs over his firm little body, glistening with soap suds.
Under the warm spray of the shower she lifted him against her, locked his
face in a deep, hungry kiss.  She opened her eyes several times, to see his
own eyes half-open and glazed-looking.  "Close your eyes," she giggled,
catching her breath.

At last the kiss ended.  Ricky asked, "Can I fuck you now?"

Jennifer touched a finger to the tip of his nose.  "Yes you may, you
impatient little stud."

"How do we do it standing up?" he asked, disconsolately looking up at her.
"I'm too short."

"Not if I bend over," she said with a slantwise grin, "and you do me from
behind."

"In your butt?" he exclaimed with a giggle.

"No, silly -- you can reach my pussy from behind... see?"

She turned around and bent forward, bracing herself against the bath
counter.  Looking back over her shoulder, she saw Ricky's eyes grow wide at
the spectacle exposed before him.

"Ohhhhh... I didn't know you could do it this way."

"Of course you can, silly! It's one of my favorite ways to do it."

Ricky rubbed his hands together enthusiastically, licking his lips in
anticipation.  "Okay! Lemme try this..."

Good sport, she thought to herself.  Ricky stood forward, and holding his
stiff little dick in his hand, tried to guide it to her pussy.  But even
straining up on his tip-toes, he couldn't reach it.

"I'm still too short," he said, giving up.

"Well here," she said, "try this way."

She sank down on all fours, ass in the air.  Ricky tried again, and
Jennifer felt his hard boyhood slide into her.  A success!

"Now it works!" cried Ricky in exhilaration.

"Good boy!"

Ricky was the perfect height for the position.  With Jennifer down on her
knees, his penis came into perfect alignment with her vagina as he stood
with his feet flat on the bath-mat.  When he pushed forward and raised up
on his toes, he forced her ass higher into the air and constricted the
tightness of her pussy.  The position accented different areas of
sensitivity on his young cock and the consequent sensations, so new to the
inexperienced boy, made him feel dizzy with pleasure.

"Oh, Jennifer!" he yelped, "it feels so good this way!"

"See, baby? I told you you'd like it!"

"H-hellz yeah! It feels CRAZY good!"

Ricky began to pump with gusto.  Jennifer, with nothing to grip except the
smooth porcelain rim of the tub, swung forward with each thrust, her wet
hair falling in her face.

"Oh, God, Ricky! You fuck so rough, I love it!"

"I do?" panted the boy, shuddering all over.

"Oh fuck yeah, baby, you do! Bang me, Ricky, be my little cholo gangster
boy fucker! Fuck me like a thug!"

"Unngghh! Jennifer!" cried Ricky, his voice skipping with each hard thrust
of his hips, "I -- wish -- I -- could -- fuck -- you -- all -- the --
time!"

"Oh, baby, me too! I'm so -- "

A loud chime sounded from the living-room: DING-DONG!

They froze.

"Who the fuck is that?" gasped Jennifer in sudden panic.

"I... I think my mom's home!"

"Shhh! No, it can't be -- she's sleeping at Steve's tonight! Besides, she
wouldn't ring the doorbell, she'd use her key."

"Maybe it's my uncle Gonzalo," said Ricky, a frightened note coming into
his voice.

Jennifer gained her feet and thought quickly.

"Shhh, Ricky, it's okay.  Just stay here.  I'll go see who's at the door.
Whoever it is, they'll think I just took a shower and you got in after me.
Okay?"

"Okay..."

She stepped out of the tub, slipped into her bathrobe and slippers, went
into the living room, closing the bathroom door behind her.

"Who is it?" she asked, trying to sound cheerful.

"It's me, Jennifer."

Jennifer's heart skipped a beat.  She recognized the voice.  Just to be
sure, she looked through the peephole.

"Oh, shit!" she hissed under her breath.  She turned back, saw Ricky
peeking his head inquisitively out the bathroom door.

"Who is it?" he mouthed.

She whispered back: "It's Mike -- my boyfriend!"


(To be continued...)

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