Sandy was babysitting for her friend Leanne's seven-year-
old boy, Jake.
Leanne was an occasional lover, but Sandy didn't put too
much store by that: as far as she knew, almost every
lesbian and bisexual woman in town had fucked Leanne at
some stage. Like herself, Leanne was supposedly bisexual;
but, as far as Sandy knew, she hadn't had a boyfriend since
she'd chucked Jake's father out when the baby was only one.
Leanne had never gone into detail about why she'd thrown
him out; but Sandy got the impression that there'd been
some infidelity, some cruelty and a lot of boredom
involved.
Whatever, Leanne was the sort of friend you couldn't help
liking, however exasperating she might be; and Jake was an
incredibly cute little boy, so Sandy had found herself
agreeing to look after him for the evening, while his mum
went out and got laid.
By the time Leanne had given her instructions, received
plenty of reassurance about how gorgeous she looked (which
she did, Sandy had to admit), kissed Jake goodnight and
given Sandy a deep kiss and a quick grope, and had
flustered her way out of the door, it was time for Jake's
bath, before he went to bed.
Sandy ran the bath, and had just tested the temperature
when Jake came running into the bathroom, stark naked. The
sight of him almost took her breath away. He was even
sweeter naked than clothed; and his cute little winkle,
shorter than her thumb, made Sandy start to feel
surprisingly horny.
She'd hardly thought about little boys' willies since she
was grown up; but childhood memories were coming back to
her now, of being naughty with boys, sucking their little
willies, having my pussy licked.
Trying not to get too carried away, she smiled at the
little boy. "Hi, sexy," she said, which made him giggle.
"Can you bath yourself, or do you want me to help you?"
As she was hoping, he said, "Well, I could wash myself, but
mum always helps me."
So Sandy sat on the side of the bath, helping him to play
in the water, feeling more and more horny. Then Jake asked
her to wash him; so she made a game of it, while he
wriggled and giggled. Finally, the only place to wash was
between his legs. Reluctantly, she forced herself to ask,
"Hey, hunky, do you want to wash down there yourself?"
He looked up at her, his cheeks red from giggling, and
said, "No, you do it."
That was all the invitation Sandy needed. She soaped up the
flannel, and began to wash his willie and tiny balls and
his bum. Jake shrieked with laughter, and squealed, "Do the
other thing now."
Sandy couldn't believe her ears, or that her suspicions
were right. "The other thing?" she queried.
Jake stopped wriggling abruptly, his hand over his mouth.
"Oh," he said, "it's a secret. Sorry."
She was almost certain now what the secret was. Her common-
sense told her to leave it alone; but she couldn't help
saying, "It's all right sweetheart, I know all about the
secret. Your mum said it's fine."
His face immediately relaxed. "Oh, OK," he said. "Mum
stands me on the toilet seat to suck it."
Sandy realised that she was right: Leanne might not be
getting any other cock, but she was enjoying Jake's. Trying
to avoid showing that any of this was a surprise to her,
Sandy lifted Jake out of the bath and stood him on the
closed toilet cover, noticing as she did that his little
winkle, though still tiny, was now stiff. He began giggling
again, as she knelt down in front of him and took the sweet
little thing into her mouth.
Sandy had sucked plenty of adult cocks, of course; but
she'd forgotten just how delicious a little boy tastes.
After all, when she'd given blowjobs to her little
boyfriends as a child, she'd known no other taste. Jake was
gasping and squealing now, twisting his fingers in her
hair; and she could feel her pussy getting hot and wet. Not
wanting to spare any attention from sucking Jake's cute
winkle, she contented herself with flexing her cunt-muscles
to rub her lips together.
Eventually, Jake gave a long, ecstatic squeal, half
collapsing over her. Obviously, Sandy hadn't expected the
little boy to ejaculate, and he didn't; but nor had she
really expected him to have the kind of orgasm he'd just
clearly enjoyed.
Taking her mouth away, Sandy stood up, holding onto the
sagging little body, and carried him into his bedroom. She
sat on the bed for a moment, cradling her young lover.
After a moment, he said sleepily, "Mum lets me suck her
boo-boos."
It only took her a moment to realise that Jake meant her
tits; so, still cradling him, she pulled her top over her
head, then unclipped her bra and let her big, soft tits
tumble out. Jake gave a contented little sigh. "You got
nicer boo-boos than mum," he commented; then started
sucking, as if he were a baby.
Plenty of men and women had praised Sandy's tits; but
somehow, this little boy who probably didn't know how to
flatter had paid her the highest compliment she'd ever
received. She sat back and enjoyed the sharp, sensual
feeling of Jake's lips and teeth on her nipple. Careful not
to disturb him, she reached down and slipped one hand under
her panties, and started rubbing her clitty. Aroused as she
was, both by what she'd done before and by the feel of her
little lover's mouth on her tits, it wasn't long before she
came.
Jake gradually stopped sucking; and Sandy realised that
he'd fallen asleep.
Standing up carefully, to avoid waking him, she set him
softly down in his bed. He snuggled in contentedly, without
quite waking, as she pulled the covers over him and lightly
kissed his cheek.
Sitting downstairs with a large glass of wine, Sandy
thought about the situation, as she gently played with her
pussy. Should she confront Leanne about this, reassure her
friend that it was all right, and ask to share Jake with
her; or should she merely volunteer her baby-sitting
services more often? She wasn't sure; but Sandy was
determined that this wouldn't be the last time she sucked
that sweetest little winkle.
She suddenly laughed, as a thought occurred to her. She
remembered how often the straight women she worked with,
most of them frustrated wives, had bored her by going on
about the young stud they imagined would come alone one
day, and what they'd do with him. What would they say if
they knew she'd got the ultimate young stud?
Sandy giggled to herself, sipped her wine, and started
concentrating seriously on giving herself another orgasm.
THE END
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This archive does not condone child abuse, we also do
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in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive
years "getting screwed" by a fellow convict in their
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