Quite a Night, Part 2
Part 1 Summary: Thirteen-year-old Kelly is on her first babysitting job, watching 4-year-old Sadie. Cuddling in front of the TV, Kelly unintentionally began playing with Sadie's pussy, and Sadie didn't mind at all.
Before I knew it eight o'clock had come, and it was time for Sadie's bath. We went to her room to get some clean panties and her pajamas, then entered the bathroom.
“How warm do you like your bath water, Sadie?” I asked.
“Oh, a little warm.
I sat on the edge of the tub and turned the hot and cold faucets, testing the water with my hand to get a warm mix. When I finally got it the way I thought Sadie would want it, I turned toward her.
My eyes got wide with surprise when I saw that Sadie had already removed her clothes. Her blond hair hung down below her shoulders. Her body was normal, I guess, for a four-year-old. She had no baby fat and no breasts, just small dime-sized areolas with a point of a nipple in the center of each. No hips, either, just her small slit and smooth, hairless skin all around it. I began to breathe quickly as I looked at her perfect little body.
She smiled at me and stepped past me and into the bathtub. As she did, I caught a glimpse of her nicely rounded bottom.
Sadie sat down into the water, grabbed the soap, and started washing her hands and arms, then her legs and feet. I turned off the water when it covered her legs.
“Will you wash my hair, Kelly?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, kneeling beside the tub. “Where's the shampoo?”
“I'll get it,” she said, getting to her feet. The shampoo was on a shelf above the tub, against the wall. As Sadie reached for it, her wet behind glistened in front of me. She turned toward me and gave me the shampoo and sat back down.
“Get your hair wet,” I said.
Sadie scooted her bottom along the tub and began to lie back. As she did, her legs parted, giving me a quick view of her young pussy before rising back up from the water. She turned her back toward me, so I could wash her hair. As I worked the shampoo in her hair, we talked about her favorite cartoons and toys, and I was soon finished.
“Ok,” I said, “Lie back again and rinse.”
As she turned again to lie down, I kept one hand on the back of her head and one hand on her chest. I was rinsing the soap from her hair, and began lightly rubbing her chest, slipping gently to one of her tiny nipples, then the other. I saw the soap floating in the water, so I picked it up quickly and started moving it across her chest, letting my fingertips play slightly on her skin. I washed her belly, sticking my finger into her belly button, making her giggle. I continued moving the soap down her body. She opened her legs to let me run the bar of soap over her smooth little pussy mound. I let the soap go into the water and brought it back up the length of her slit, pressing one of its corners between her pussy lips. She gasped when I moved it over her clit several times, but didn't seem to mind at all.
After a few minutes, I let go of the soap, but kept rubbing Sadie with my finger. Her hips began to jerk toward my hand a little. I replaced my finger with my thumb, and moved my finger to her pussy. As I slowly began inserting my finger into her pussy, Sadie let out a moan. I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was getting faster. I knew it wouldn't be long before her second orgasm of the night hit her.
I pushed my finger into her slowly, but steadily. Her pussy was tight and gripped my finger. When my finger was halfway in, I felt her hymen and smiled. I remembered the day I took my own cherry with the handle of a hairbrush. I decided I wasn't going to let Sadie lose hers to something like that, but to someone her made her feel wonderful. I slid my finger out and pushed two fingers back in, all the way to her hymen wall. I began pumping them in and out. She squeezed her little bottom, pushing her pussy up onto my hand.
“Ohhhh,” Sadie groaned.
I kept on rubbing her clit with my thumb, and, sure enough, I felt her body began to tense up. When the orgasm hit, I thrust my two fingers as deeply and quickly into her cunt as I could. As I tore through her hymen, her eyes shot open, she sat up, and cried out in pain and maybe some fear, too.
“It's OK, sweetie,” I said softly, my fingers still lodged inside her.
“It hurts,” she whimpered.
“It'll stop hurting soon,” I reassured her. “Mine hurt, too, when I did it,” I added.
“Yeah,” I replied, nodding. “It always hurts the first time. But it doesn't last long.”
She looked down toward her pussy. “I'm bleeding”
“Yeah,” I said. “That happens the first time, too. It's sort of like getting a scratch or a cut. It bleeds a little bit, but it'll stop soon.”
She looked back up at me, her blue eyes, a little uncertain, and her lips pouting. I leaned toward her and kissed her forehead, then pulled back a little, lining my face with hers.
“It'll be OK,” I whispered and leaned in again and pressed my lips onto hers, sucking them ever so gently.
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