Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. I Couldn't Help It Mg8 ped cons mast DISCLAIMER OK, all you guys know the usual disclaimer stuff - fantasy story about adult and underage relations, go away if it offends, is illegal, if you're under 50 years old, whatever. My tales are designed to give you a quick release, to fulfill those freaking desires that plague many of us. Read erotica and jack off so you get over it quick and don't act out. Acting out gets you in trouble. Be smart, Get your release reading stories here and don't do anything stupid. I hate myself. I hate what I do... but I can't stop. It's like some monster takes control of me when I am with her. I can't stop.. I can't stop. I had never done anything like this before last summer, now here it is approaching another summer and I know it's only going to get worse... yet in my perverted mind I look forward to it. I know I'll find more to do it to and yet I'll still doing it to Amanda if they come back this season. I'd found a job delivering milk, yeah an old fashioned milkman. It's not so uncommon in resort areas like this. It's more of a small grocery store truck: milk, bread, sandwich items, high end steaks, and prepared gourmet dinners... things summer visitors living in the upscale cottages along the miles of sandy beaches like. They pay for the convenience. I start out early in the morning, usually sell out before noon, then either knock off or go back for a second load if I need the money. It's pretty sweet. I was doing OK but then it started. I'd pulled into the parking lot of a small swarm of cottages I'd never serviced before, parked and jingled the bells to let the folks know I was here. Kids began piling out of house, running up to order their ice creams. Each of these took home my little flyers to let their parents know what else I had for sale. I waited a few minutes, hoping to make some sales. A woman came out of one of the cottages and waved to me as she walked to the truck. I looked down from where I was up in the truck and looked straight down the top of her loose blouse as she looked up at me and smiled. Wha'cha got? She asked me. I gave her my "menu" of products and we discussed the various items. Our prices were substantially higher than what one could find in a grocery store but to the vacationers, the time and convenience was well worth it. Over the next week, she was a regular customer. It was on Saturday that she asked me if I could baby sit for her child. The pay was good, so I accepted. I got to their cottage at 6 30 as requested. It was then I learned that the gorgeous little blond who had been a regular ice cream buyer was to be in my charge. Amanda just turned 8 and she's a bit of a hand full. If she gives you any trouble give us a call and we'll straighten her out, I was told. I glanced at the child. Eight years old, long straight blond hair, fair skin, little freckles on her nose. She wore nothing but panties and a t shirt that slipped down over her shoulder, her little feet were bare, and she clutched a teddy bear against her flat little chest. Oh, I know Amanda. She likes grape popsicles, don't you Amanda? She broke out in a huge smile having been remembered. She took my hand and began pulling me toward the front bedroom as she waved good bye to her parents who left immediately. We'll be back by 12, and don't worry if you fall asleep. I know you had a full week, too. They left as the child and I entered her bedroom. I can read, the child explained. Do you want me to read to you? Sure, I answered as we settled with her on my left and our backs propped against the wall as we sat on her bed. She hiked her t-shirt up around her waist and bent her knees, propping a Dr. Seuss book on her lap, her feet spread wide and her toes pointed inward. She leaned up against me, her little body feeling warm. As she began to read, I realized her left hand was below the book, not propping it up but slowly moving up and down. It took me a moment to realize the child was masturbating as she read. Amanda, I asked, what are you doing? I was not trying to scold her, it just sorta freaked me out. Playing with my coochie, she explained. I always do that when I read. It helps me with the words. Huh, that's interesting. Can I watch? You wanna watch me playing with it? Well, tell you what, Amanda, I just never saw a pretty little girl like you play with her, uh, her coochie before. She tossed the book aside and pulled the t-shirt up higher, spreading her short legs wider. Sure, you can watch. Does it feel good, I asked? Oh, yeah, that's why I do it. Feels really good. You want me to show you? I nodded and watched as the girl lifted her little butt off the bed and pulled her panties down, kicking them off her little feet. This is how I do it at night, she explained. My mommy always asks me why I take my panties off, she's so silly. She knows why. I watched in amazement as the little girl began earnestly rubbing her sweet little pussy. So that's how you do it? I asked, quickly realizing my cock was getting hard. Little girl, naked from waist down fingering herself, her left index finger circling her BB of a clit. Sometimes it feels really good, she told me. Then she looked up and said, I like you watching. Makes it feel better. She looked puzzled. Why is that? I dunno, I answered, maybe you like me to see you doing it. Hmm, maybe I could do it for you. Let's see what that feels like. OK, she said quickly. It does feel gooder when somebody else does it. How do you know that, does somebody do it for you? Oh, yeah. Uncle Harold does it. He makes it feel real good. Who is Uncle Harold? Oh, that's mommy's boyfriend. You met him, don'cha remember? OH, I thought that was your daddy. No, he left us when the police took him to jail. Oh. I was not about to pursue that train of thought. Well, then tell me how Uncle Harold does it so I can do it the way he does. The girl giggled. He don't do it like I do. He does it with his mouth. YUCKY, but it does feel good. He puts his mouth right on my coochie and does it. You want me to do it like he does? Well, you can if you want. I just had a bath so I'm clean. You wanna? She laid back on the sofa and spread her thin legs. The child's pussy was beautiful as are most little girl pussies. Here I was, a perfectly normal 19 year old college guy babysitting a pretty little 8 year old girl and she wants me to eat her virgin pussy. I don't know. What would you have done? Maybe get all upset and told her to go to bed? If you'd done that, would you then jack off thinking about it or maybe would the devil get ahold of you and make you strip naked, maybe play with your cock, maybe make you go to her bedroom door. Maybe you'd open it and peek in to see if she was in bed, see if she was playing with her coochie? Would you have gone in and stood by the bed, watching her. Maybe you couldn't control yourself and you'd lay down with her, apologize to her for being mean to her. You'd lose control, wouldn't you? Pull her up against you. Kiss her. Tender kisses, harder kisses. Passionate kisses, your tongue explores her little mouth. She tastes so good. That little pussy is there for you to take. You feel it. Smell it. Look at it with lust, desire. You'd have no choice. She wanted you to taste it. You lower your face to her. It's so close to your mouth, it pulls you in. You kiss it. It's warm, so smooth, so... so... available. You bury your face in it. It's in charge. You have no control. She wraps her young legs around your neck and pulls you into her. She presses your face into her with her hands on your head. You are lost in her warm, wet love hole. Her entire pussy is in your mouth, your tongue is in her, licking her, tasting her, devouring her scent, her juices, her. Your cock is so hard it hurts. You have to have her. But she's a child, a virgin little girl. Does it matter? What are you going to do? Cum for me. OK, end of story. Hope it got you off. Now, there's a charge for reading stories here on ASSTR... they survive on donations. This story just cost you something. Figure out how to donate and do so. Even if it's just a few bucks, every bit helps. Enjoy my other stories. I'm back. Daren Peters.