Miss Sandra Chapter 1

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Miss Sandra is a story of a boy whose addiction to being sexually pleased by a young girl leads to his downfall and enslavement.

Chapter 1
-=Masturbated at the Babysitter’s=-

Miss Sandra first saw my penis when she was 8. Not that I called her Miss Sandra then. Then was a couple of years ago. Sandra’s family and mine were friendly and frequently went out together. So my parents would drop me off at Sandra’s house almost every Friday night.

Our babysitter was Eileen. I guess she was 14 or 15 years old at the time. On this particular evening she had her friend, Kathy with her. All evening long, they were whispering and giggling while talking about their boyfriends.

Being the typical 10-year-old boy, I tried to listen in on their conversation. I hid out in the hallway behind a piece of furniture just outside the kitchen. I heard Eileen tell Kathy about giving her boyfriend a “handjob.”

“No way. You actually got to see it and touch it?” Kathy said.

“Actually it was his idea. Well sort of.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean we were like making out and he was feeling my boobs …”

“You let him touch your boobs?”

“Well just though my blouse. He really didn’t touch them. … Anyway, he was getting all kinds of hot and I reached down and touched his crotch and felt the big lump in there.”

“Tell me all about it.”

“Well it was big and hard and I started rubbing it through his pants with my palm and then he stopped me. At first I thought he wanted me to stop, but then he asked if I would give him a blow job.”

“Yuck, no way,” Kathy remarked.

“That’s what I said, but then I thought, ‘Why not?’ and said that I’d give him a hand job.”

“I’ve heard about them. How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean what do you do to give a boy a hand job? I’d like to give one to my boyfriend too, but I don’t know how to do it.”

“Well, you sort of wrap your hand it and move it up and down.”

“Like how, girl? Can you draw me a picture?”

“I got a better idea!”

At that point, Eileen cupped her hand around Kathy’s ear and whispered into it. Kathy’s face twisted and turned and lit up. At one point she remarked, “But he’s just a little boy. What is he: 9?”

“Actually, he’s 10 but that doesn’t matter. He probably won’t squirt, but he has the parts and it will give you the idea.”

Being the only 10-year-old “he” in the house, I figured that they were talking about me. They started to get up from the table so I scrambled back to the living room and pretended to play.

Soon after, Eileen came to me and said, “Ryan, how would you like to help me and my friend?”

“What do I have to do?”

“Well first of all, you can’t tell anybody. This is just for us to know.”

“OK,” I said. I like being in on a secret. “What do I have to do?”

“Well, you have to take your clothes off.”

“But you’ll see me.”

“That’s OK, we’re big girls. We do a lot of baby sitting. We know what little boys look like. You don’t have anything we haven’t seen before. Besides, you’ll like it. I’ll make you feel good.”

“I don’t know.” I was curious but a little scared.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake. You’re just a boy. Boys don’t need to be so modest. It will be just this one time. Come on, I’ll bake some cookies for you.”

I had Eileen’s cookies. They were worth getting naked for. “OK,” I finally said.

“Good, let’s get you undressed.”

“But what about Sandra?” Kathy asked.

“Well, we can’t just throw her out on the street,” Eileen answered. “She’ll have to see this too. Besides, someday she’ll grow up and want to do this to her boyfriend too. She’s going to have to learn the ‘real’ facts of life sooner or later.”

The girls called Sandra in from the other room where she was watching TV.

Eileen said to her, “How would you like to play a new game?”

“What kind of game?”

“A very secret game that only big girls know about.”

“OK, I guess,” Sandra said uncertainly.

“Now you have to keep this a secret. Only us girls here can know about it.”

“What about Ryan?”

“He’s part of the secret. Us girls are going to play with him in a very special way.”

“What makes it so special?”

“It’s a really special game. We’re going to take off Ryan’s clothes and touch his boy thing like big girls do.”

“Why would you do that?”

“It’s what big girls do with big boys to get the boys to like them. Do you want to make Ryan like us? Do you want to see us do that?”

Sandra nodded.

Kathy asked, “Have you ever seen a boy before?”

“Yes, my friend Tammy made the boy next door to her make pee in front of us one time.”

Kathy was sure to emphasize, “You understand that you can’t tell anybody that we’re doing this. It’s a very special game and we don’t want the grown-ups or other kids finding out about it. You won’t tell anybody, will you?”

“No.”

I was a little concerned about this and I was getting scared. It was one thing to show myself to Eileen and Kathy. They were big girls. I remember being bathed by girl babysitters their age up to a couple of years ago. Eileen was my babysitter, but Sandra was just a little girl.

“Let’s do this in the bedroom,” Eileen suggested.

That suited me fine. I was used to being naked in my bedroom. This happened to be Sandra’s bedroom and it was done up all little girl, but still, it was kind of private. It would have felt funny to do it in an “open” part of the house.

The three girls and I crammed into Sandra’s bedroom. Now that it got down to it, I felt very uncomfortable. I managed to get my shirt and even my shorts off, but when it came to actually removing my underwear, I just couldn’t do it with the girls watching.

Eileen could see my hesitance and suggested, “Why don’t we leave and you can take your clothes off. Tell us when you are ready for us to come in.”

Somehow that made sense. I was really reluctant to let the girls see me naked, but somehow being naked in front of them was easier than getting naked in front of them.

Kathy took it stoically, but Sandra looked disappointed.

“Come on, girls. Let’s let the boy have some privacy … for a while.” Eileen said with a sideways nod of her head towards the door. Looking at me she added, “Tell us when you are ready.”

The girls left and I pulled down my underwear. For some reason I felt even more than naked. I took a couple of deep breaths, closed my eyes and announced, “I’m ready.”

I could hear the door open, and some giggling as the girls entered. Kathy remarked, “Oh, he’s so cute.”

It seemed quite a while before anyone spoke. It was Kathy; she asked, “So now what do we do?”

“We’ll do this on the bed,” Eileen suggested. Taking my hand she led me to it, sat down and patted the mattress beside her to indicate I do the same.

Kathy asked, “Does the boy have to be sitting to do this to him?”

“I don’t know. I think they can do it in any position.” Turning to me she said, “Why don’t you lay down with your legs over the edge. That will make it easier for me to touch it and Kathy and Sandra can get a better view.”

Eileen took hold of my penis. “You start like this. First you grab the shaft, and you pull the skin back and forth over the head like this.

Ryan’s kind of small, so I’ll just use my fingers and my thumb. You can use your whole hand on a big boy. Maybe he’ll get bigger when he gets hard. Bobby was hard as soon as he took his out.”

Eileen practiced her skill on me for only a couple seconds when I felt my penis inflating in her hand. She played with it for about a minute and then suddenly let go. It was stiff and standing up all by itself. I knew that it could get that way every now and then, but I didn’t know what caused it. I didn’t know that you could make it do that.

Sandra didn’t fail to notice either, “Look at that it’s big and sticking up.”

“Well, it is sticking up,” Eileen admitted, “but I wouldn’t say it’s big. Bobby is at least half again as big, and fatter, and he has hair around it.”

“What did you do to make it do that?” Kathy asked.

“Just pulled the skin up and down over it. Don’t worry about it; by the time Gary shows you his, it should already be like this. I’m not sure a boy would be willing to do this unless he was excited. Tease him enough, and he’ll beg you to do this. All I know is Bobby is always hard for me when I’m ready to play with him.”

Sandra just took this whole conversation in.

Eileen went on with her demonstration, “Once it gets hard, just keep doing it.” I was surprised at how much I was liking this girl handling my penis. I was getting a feeling like I was going to pee, but it felt differently. It was a pleasant feeling and I wanted Eileen to keep rubbing me.

Then it started feeling differently. It started at my penis but moved to the rest of my body. I got tingly all over and started to stiffen and breathe funny.

“Is he OK?” Sandra asked.

“Yes, he’s having an orgasm.”

“What’s an orgasm?” Sandra asked.

“That’s when a girl makes a boy feel really, really good in a very special way. Girls can have orgasms too, but I’ll tell you about that some other time.”

“So that’s it?” Kathy asked.

“Well, just about, except with a big boy, it gets messier. He shoots his sperm up. Be careful where you aim it. Bobby leaks some before he shoots, so look out for that too.”

The girls left me on the bed, collapsed but happy.

“Can I try it now?” Kathy asked.

“Give him a couple of minutes. Bobby says he needs time to recharge in between. I think Ryan will need a rest as well.”

I watched as my penis slowly deflated. I felt drained but happy, but I also felt a sense of loss now that Eileen was not playing with me anymore. I was looking forward to Kathy playing with me.

The girls sat and chatted, mostly “girl talk” for a while and then Eileen said that I should be ready to go again.

Kathy grabbed my penis and started stroking it. “How fast do I do it?” she asked.

“That’s about right,” Eileen replied.

I got hard and I got feeling good again. Kathy’s touch was different than Eileen’s but it was every bit as pleasant. I was thinking, “Hey this is good. It was definitely worth getting naked for.”

Soon she had me feeling funny too. I simply nodded to encourage her to keep rubbing me. I felt that same great feeling that Eileen gave me. What was it she called it, oh yeah, “orgasm.”

Eileen finally called it off, “Kathy, you can stop now. You’ve finished him. If this had been a real boy he would have squirted out all his stuff, and nothing else would be coming out by now.”

I collapsed on the bed. Kathy and Eileen got up and started to leave me.

“What about me?” Sandra complained, “When do I get my turn.”

Kathy looked at Eileen and said, “You’re the one who mentioned that she should have to learn about this sooner or later.”

“OK, honey. We’ll let him rest some more and then you can play with him.”

If little Sandra could be as good as Kathy and Eileen was, I was all for it. I was eager to have her play with me but Eileen insisted that I had to wait. I had to admit that I felt drained, but I thought I could do it again.

The time crept by and it was Sandra’s turn. First she asked about my testicles. “What are these things?”

“They’re called balls.” Eileen explained.

Before she could continue, Sandra giggled, “You mean like my rubber ball I play with all the time?”

Eileen knew she was being silly but went on, “No, I don’t think these bounce as well. They are where the sperm is made that boys shoot. On a big boy they are bigger and hang down more.”

“Can I touch them?”

“Go ahead, but be careful. They’re very sensitive and you can hurt him.”

With this warning, Sandra reached out and gave the softest of touches to my scrotum. Boy did it feel good. My whole body flinched.

“Are they ticklish?” she asked me. To the other girls, I was just a toy: a doll to be played with and a model on which to demonstrate. Sandra actually addressed her talk to me. Well, some of the time.

“Not really, but I think you took me by surprise when you did that. You can do it again.”

She spent a couple of minutes feeling around and touching them gently. To my surprise I was getting hard. I don’t know whether it was from the physical stimulation she was giving me or from the anticipation of her making feel good like the two older girls did.

None of the girls missed noticing it.

“That looks like fun. I got to remember that one. Do you do that with Bobby?” Kathy said.

“No, but I think I’m going to start,” piped in Eileen. She turned to Sandra and said, “Way to go kid. You go girl!”

Sandra started the rubbing part. Her touch was unique from the other two girls. Somehow, even though she was much younger, it was gentler and more precise. She made me harder and I really enjoyed the sensation of her hand on my penis. I felt the good feeling creeping up on me. It came slower, but I had more time to enjoy it. It mounted and mounted. She took me higher than either Kathy or even Eileen did.

My body became as stiff as my penis. I stopped breathing in and let out my air only in grunts between clenched teeth. I could feel the tightness of her grip as my penis convulsed in dry spasms.

She kept on pumping and I was in so much pleasure it was painful. I could barely hear Eileen calling her off.

She let go and I collapsed. I was paralyzed, and pinned to the mattress by my own weight. I felt so weak. I loved the sensation.

That’s all I remembered. I was awoken by Eileen who told me to get dressed, “Your parents will be back soon. Don’t forget. Tell nobody.” If ever I wanted this to happen again – and I did – I knew I wouldn’t.

- To be continued (at this point I have 5 more chapters, but they need to be reviewed and edited).

(The End)