Date: Sun, 23 Dec 2001 12:04:43 From: guess who? 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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ 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!" _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ The author welcomes feedback: spunkmachine@hotmail.com The author also welcomes requests and suggestions for story themes, favorite scenarios, personalized fantasies, exchanges of ideas, chat, etc.