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Confessions of a Female Pedophile
by Robin Smythe (robin.smythe@yahoo.com)
***
A young babysitter gets more than she bargained for
when she agrees to sit for two new boys in the
neighborhood. (f-teen/bb, ped, reluc, mast)
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Author's note: This story is an adult fantasy; the
author does not condone the behavior described within.
***
Part 1
Hi, my name is Vanessa James. Amid all the current
uproar about pedophilia, I wanted to share a couple of
things I know: not all pedophiles harm children, and
not all pedophiles are men. You see, I'm a woman who
loves young boys. I'm attracted by their innocence,
their openness, their skinny hairless bodies, not to
mention their succulent little cocks. Although my
sexual activity definitely includes men.
I've been lucky enough to have the opportunity over the
years (I'm 32 now) to suck on a number of boyish cocks
and feel their stiff little members slithering around
in my pussy. Mind you, I'm not indiscriminate; it has
to be the right boy at the right time. But for me,
there's no thrill quite like introducing a youngster to
the joys and pleasures of sex. My own introduction to
sex came about in quite an unusual way. Let me explain.
As a girl, I'd always been kind of shy and quiet, and
once I hit seventh grade and all the sex stuff started
to come up with the kids at school, it really freaked
me out. The boys I knew all suddenly seemed to want
just one thing, and my girlfriends got all boy-crazy,
so I felt kind of lonely and left out. It's not that I
wasn't curious about sex, but the atmosphere at school
just seemed so stupid to me. Since I was pretty and
beginning to develop breasts, some of the older boys
were interested in me.
At first I was flattered, but the boys I did go on
dates with just tried to grope me or get me to "put
out" for them in the crudest way. One guy just took his
cock out in the front seat of his dad's car and told me
to suck him off. I couldn't believe it! I guess I was
supposed to be turned on by the sight of his semi-hard
organ. To the contrary, it scared me a bit. I had never
seen one before, so it was kind of interesting, but it
seemed so big and hairy and not sexy at all. I couldn't
imagine wanting to touch it, much less put it in my
mouth.
After I jumped out of his car and ran, he spread some
pretty vicious rumors about me, and that was pretty
much the end of my social life at school. Still, I did
have hormones, and my body was going crazy like any
teenager's. So, I discovered masturbation, and
satisfied myself fantasizing about being made
fantastic, sensuous love to by some famous movie star
or rock singer.
I had always loved kids, in a strictly non-sexual way,
and had started babysitting when I was eleven. It was
an easy and enjoyable way to make some extra cash, and
by the time I was fourteen I had made a solid
reputation in my neighborhood as a reliable, mature
babysitter.
By the time I was sixteen, I was quite used to getting
blind referrals, so I wasn't surprised when one day, my
dad called me down from my room to introduce me to Mrs.
Bannister. She was an attractive, well-put-together
woman in her thirties, and she seemed really nice. She
had just moved into a house a few doors down and she
had heard about me from a neighbor. She was a single
mom with two boys, aged 9 and 10 (she had accepted one
for adoption, she explained with a laugh, just before
she found out she was pregnant), and she would be
needing babysitting help. Her new job as a fundraising
events organizer would require her to work a lot of
weekend nights, and she needed someone to take care of
the kids.
"I was hoping to get someone a bit older," she confided
to my dad. "Their last sitter was a college girl, but
Vanessa came so highly recommended that I'm sure she'll
be fine."
To be honest, I was a little hesitant about the
prospect of looking after two boys that age – most of
my charges were eight and under – but my pride took
over and I blurted out that I was sure I could handle
the job. Mrs. Bannister seemed reassured by my
response, and agreed to give it a try.
That Saturday evening at her house, Mrs. Bannister (she
insisted on my calling her Kitty) introduced me to her
two very cute boys, Jason and Keith. I was a bit
surprised to see that Keith was black (actually, a
light-skinned mixed-race boy with reddish-brown hair in
tight curls), but I thought it was kind of cool and
brave of Kitty to have adopted him.
Kitty seemed to relax a bit when I didn't register
surprise or worse at meeting him; I guess I had passed
one important test. Jason, like his brother, was slim
and cute. He had longish straight brown hair, and his
mom's good looks. The boys were a bit bouncy, but
seemed excited and happy to meet me. When we were alone
for a moment, Kitty said to me confidentially, "I
should tell you that the boys can be a bit much at
times, but they're really sweet kids. If you'll just be
firm with them, they'll settle down." I smiled and
assured her that I could be firm when necessary and
that I didn't put up with much nonsense.
"Good," she replied, smiling back at me. "I'm sure
they're in good hands." Then she called the boys to
kiss them goodnight before leaving the house.
Jason and Keith were definitely not shy; as soon as
their mother had left, they began telling me all about
themselves -- where they used to live, their old
school, their old friends, and especially their former
babysitter, Jackie. They went on and on about how much
they loved Jackie and missed her and how much fun they
used to have with her. They also asked me lots of
questions about myself, including (I thought this was
very cute) did I have a boyfriend (I didn't). I had
hoped to have time to do some schoolwork before putting
the boys to bed, but they kept me engaged in
conversation until it was time for them to get into
their pajamas.
They asked me if I would read them a story before
lights out. I agreed, and they insisted on my sitting
between them on Jason's bed to read. It actually felt
very nice to have these two cute kids snuggled up
against me as I leaned up against the headboard,
reading to them. I was taking to Keith and Jason; they
seemed like a couple of very sweet, affectionate boys.
I found myself feeling kind of protective of them –
they seemed so innocent and vulnerable, especially
compared to the stupid macho façade I was used to
seeing at school. When the story was done, I gave each
of them a little hug and made ready to climb off of the
bed.
"Will you stay with us a little longer?" Keith
implored. "Jackie used to stay with us a little while
after stories."
"Okay, for a little while," I assented, leaning back
again on the bed.
"Thanks, you're so nice," Jason said. "And you're
really pretty. Isn't she pretty?" he asked, leaning his
body slightly across me to ask Keith.
"Yeah, I think she's as pretty as Jackie," Keith
replied.
"And she smells so nice, too," Jason added, sticking
his nose into my hair. "You even smell like Jackie," he
said to me. "Smell her, Keith. Doesn't she smell like
Jackie?"
Keith began stroking my hair, and leaned his face in to
sniff. "Mmm, yeah, she does smell like Jackie. And her
hair feels so soft."
Jason began gently stroking my hair from the other
side. I must admit that I was enjoying the compliments
and the attention I was getting. I felt like I was
being genuinely admired, not like the boys at school
who always made me feel like I was just a piece of meat
to them. Besides, I was beginning to like the feeling
of having my hair gently stroked by these two sweet
boys.
After a little while, Keith let his hand drop down past
my pageboy haircut and began lightly grazing the side
of my neck with his fingertips. At the same time,
Jason's fingers found my ear and started languorously
tracing its contours, causing a slight shiver of
pleasure to run through my body. God, how did these
boys know how to touch a girl like this? This was the
way I had imagined being touched in my fantasies;
slowly, gently, sensuously. And all the time, they kept
their faces close to mine, softly repeating how pretty
I was, how good my hair felt, how soft my skin was.
It was starting to get a little weird, knowing that I
was beginning to get turned on by these two little
boys, but it felt so good that I didn't really want
them to stop. Besides, it all seemed innocent enough;
they couldn't possibly know what they were doing to me,
I thought to myself. I allowed myself to relax, leaning
back more and closing my eyes slightly as they
continued their attentions.
Jason's hand wandered to the back of my neck and began
caressing me there, while Keith's fingers traced little
circles up and down my bare arm. How different this was
from the rough grabbing I had experienced up until now!
My whole body felt tingly and alive under their gentle
ministrations. A small sigh escaped my lips as I gave
myself over to the pleasurable sensations that were
flooding through me.
So immersed was I in this haze of sensation that I
barely noticed it when Keith slid his hand off of my
arm to cup my small boob through the thin top I wore,
and began slowly circling my areola with his thumb. As
I became aware of my rapidly stiffening nipple, I
suddenly snapped out of my reverie, sitting bolt
upright, pushing away Keith's hand.
"Hey, hey, that's enough, stop it!" I exclaimed,
slightly breathless.
The boys seemed genuinely puzzled. "What's the matter?"
Jason asked.
"You were feeling my... my boob! You can't do that!" I
replied.
"But Jackie always used to let us feel hers!" Keith
said.
"Yeah, Jackie liked it when we rubbed her titties,"
Jason chimed in.
"Yeah, sure she did," I answered. "And what else did
Jackie let you do?" I asked sarcastically.
"Well," Jason began, "she let us suck her nipples. She
said we were really good at it. She showed us how to
give her that really good feeling when we did that. And
she showed us how to French kiss, too. Can we French
kiss with you?" he asked, hopefully.
"I hardly think so," I said indignantly. "I'm sure
you're making this all up."
"No, we're not!" Keith insisted earnestly. "She used to
do all kinds of stuff with us. She showed us all about
how to touch a girl to make her feel really good."
Jason nodded enthusiastically in agreement.
I sat there, stunned. I simply couldn't believe that
their babysitter did this stuff with them, allowed them
to touch her like that. On the other hand, it would
explain how they knew exactly how to get me aroused. I
noticed that my body was still tingling. I also
noticed, with embarrassment, that my nipples were hard
and poking through my top. I crossed my arms across my
chest.
"Well, even if she did, it's wrong. You shouldn't be
touching me like that."
"But didn't you like it?" Keith asked.
"Well... I'm your babysitter, not your girlfriend," I
said, avoiding answering the question. "You're not even
old enough to have girlfriends!"
"Yes we are!" Jason blurted out, a hurt expression on
his face. "Jackie said we were her best boyfriends. She
said she liked the way we touched her better than any
of the guys she knew at college!" he added proudly.
I was flustered, but determined to put an end to this.
I got up from the bed and faced them with my hands on
my hips. "Well, even if you're telling the truth, which
I'm sure you're not, I'm not Jackie, and it's time for
sleep now. So get in your beds right now. I'm going to
turn out the lights and leave."
"Aww, but you got us all excited," Jason whined. "I
can't go to sleep with this boner!" And with that, he
pulled down his pajama bottoms to just below his
crotch.
"Me neither!" added Keith, pulling down his pajama
bottoms as well. Suddenly I was looking at two little
erections poking out at me. I should have left the room
then and there, but I couldn't help staring at their
little penises sticking up in the air. They were so
small and cute. Actually, Jason's penis wasn't all that
small; it stood out about four inches, with just a tiny
wisp of pubic hair beginning to grow above the base.
Still, it seemed very non-threatening compared to the
big, hairy one I had run away from before. Keith's
'boner' was even smaller than Jason's, and I noticed
his tiny hairless testicles hanging below his little
brown hard-on. I don't know how long I stood there,
fascinated by the display of rampant but immature male
anatomy before me. I felt my body flush as I stared at
the two preteen boys' private parts so brashly exposed.
"C-couldn't you just give us a tingle before we go to
bed?" Keith implored.
"A what? Give you a what? What's a 'tingle'?" I asked,
momentarily caught off guard.
"That's what Jackie called it," Jason added helpfully.
"When she didn't feel like doing us with her mouth,
she'd rub our boners until we got a really good tingle,
and then we could fall asleep real quick." He began to
stroke his penis softly as if to demonstrate. I was
amazed by the lack of shame these boys had. I was also
becoming aroused by the sight of Jason gently jerking
himself off in front of me. I stood there, mesmerized
and speechless with this new information. Did she
really suck them off? Against my will, the thought
caused a new wave of excitement in the pit of my
stomach.
"Please?" Keith asked sweetly. He was now stroking his
own erection, his closed hand making small circles
around the tiny head. "Just with your hand. We promise
we won't touch you or anything if you don't want us
to."
"And we'll go right to bed afterwards, we won't bother
you any more, I promise!" Jason added sincerely. Keith
nodded his agreement.
I was more confused than I had ever been in my life.
This was wrong, I knew it, but at the same time their
request was so sweet and sincere, and somehow seemed
entirely reasonable. And the thought of actually
touching those hard little cocks, and making these two
cute little boys come with my hands, was making my
pussy buzz intensely. As I continued to stand in front
of them, watching them fondle their little hard-ons, I
realized that I did not want to walk out the door. More
than that, I actually felt incapable of doing so. I
unfolded my arms from around my chest and let out a
deep breath.
"Please?" Jason asked again, smiling at me. They had me
now, and they knew it.
"Now listen, nobody can know--" I began.
"Oh, don't worry about that," Keith interrupted. "We
would never, ever tell, I promise! We never told on
Jackie and we would never tell on you either!" His
earnestness was so sweet, it was winning me over. I was
beginning to half believe all this stuff about Jackie
after all.
"So your mom doesn't know about... Jackie?"
"No! We never told on Jackie!"
My heart was beating very quickly now. As though
observing it from far away, I noticed that my entire
body was tingling. I heard myself say, "Well... okay,
just a 'tingle' and then sleep. That's all."
"Yay!!" the boys chorused, fairly jumping up and down
with enthusiasm.
"So..." I began hesitantly. For some reason, I didn't
want the boys to know I had never done anything like
this before, but I didn't know how to proceed. "Um,
well, how did Jackie do this?" There was a beat of
silence as the boys looked at me with eager
anticipation. I continued, "Um... I mean, did she do
both of you at once, or did you, like, take turns, or
what?"
"Well, sometimes she would do us both at once, but
mostly we would take turns," Jason replied. Turning to
Keith, he said, "Why don't you go first this time?"
Keith grinned. The boys quickly shucked off their pj's,
and I got my first look at their naked bodies. They
were so cute, both of them lean but not yet muscular,
their bodies smooth and hairless save for Jason's downy
tuft, with their little eager erections poking out in
front of them. I found the sight quite arousing, and my
body began to tingle more intensely as I stared at the
two naked boys.
"I'll get the oil," Jason volunteered, and bounded over
to the night table, opening a drawer, while Keith
bounced onto his bed, reclining against the headboard.
As if in a dream, I walked over to the bed and took the
small bottle of baby oil from Jason. Sitting down on
the edge of the bed, I stared at the bottle in my hand,
momentarily frozen.
Keith must have sensed my unsureness. "Put some on your
hand," he said.
Yes. Of course. I opened the bottle and turned it
upside down to pour some on my hand. The oil gushed out
more quickly than I had anticipated, spilling out into
my palm. "Oh my God," I squealed. I quickly raised my
hand up so that the excess oil dripped down my forearm,
somehow managing to keep it from spilling on the bed.
"Here," Jason said, holding up a tissue and wiping the
excess oil off my arm. My hand was still fairly
dripping, so I brought it quickly over to Keith's
little hard-on. Keith let out a little grunt of
satisfaction as my hand made contact with his sensitive
member. As I spread the oil up and down its length, I
felt it pulsate in my hand, setting off a very pleasant
contraction in my pussy. His little thing was so hot
and hard against my fingers.
I had never felt anything so wonderful before! I
involuntarily pressed my thighs together in response to
the building sensation between my legs. Slowly,
tentatively, I wrapped my fingers around Keith's penis
and began stroking it up and down. I really didn't know
what I was doing, so I skimmed my fingers gingerly over
his sensitive flesh so as not to hurt him. Keith began
keening softly, writhing his hips in response to my
touch.
"Please, do it harder," Keith implored. I wrapped my
hand more firmly around his member and continued
stroking. His cock glistened with oil as I slid my hand
easily up and down its length. "Yes, mmm, yes, oh,
that's good," the boy murmured. I noticed a movement
out of the corner of my eye, and I looked up to see
Jason sitting on his bed, masturbating as he watched
us. I saw how he made a tighter fist as his hand made
its way up to the head of his penis. I began doing the
same to Keith, who responded by moaning and moving his
hips more intensely in rhythm with my hand. Very soon
he was bucking more wildly, fucking my fist with
abandon. I sped up the tempo of my stroking and, from
his increasingly wild movements and raspy breathing,
sensed that he was near a climax.
I was now squeezing my thighs together rhythmically as
I was getting more and more excited myself. I had to
control my movements and my breathing; I didn't want to
let on to the boys how hot I was becoming. I gripped
Keith's erection even more tightly as he thrust
desperately upwards into my fist. As he cried out in
the ecstasy of his release, I felt the pulsing in my
pussy intensify, and clamped my thighs together as hard
as I could, biting my lower lip to keep myself silent
as my excitement built to a near-orgasmic level.
It was all I could do to keep from reaching down to my
pussy to bring myself off. I continued stroking Keith
for a few moments longer, and then released him from my
grip, trying to keep my breathing quiet. I noticed that
there was no semen anywhere, and realized that the boy
was too young to ejaculate.
"Wow, that was great! Thank you!" Keith said
gratefully. I patted him on the head, watching his
penis shrink as he lay back on the bed with a huge
smile on his face.
"Me next!" Jason exclaimed, although I hardly needed
encouragement at this point -- I was still extremely
aroused. I made my way over to Jason's bed and sat by
his side as he lay down, waiting for me. I poured some
more oil on my hand and eagerly began stroking the
boy's erection. I felt more confident now, having
successfully brought Keith off so quickly. Jason's cock
felt more substantial in my hand, and as he began to
writhe and moan, I felt the familiar tension building
in my pussy again. Feeling a bit bold now, with my free
hand I began toying with the wisp of pubic hair above
the base of Jason's cock.
"Oh, yes," Jason breathed, "oh, yes, do that!" Thus
encouraged, I lay my hand against his lower abdomen and
began rubbing it as I continued to stroke his cock,
feeling his pubic hair tickle my palm as it moved
across his flesh. His skin felt so soft and smooth! I
wanted to feel more of him, so I let my hand wander up
across his stomach and chest, brushing his nipples as I
did so.
Encouraged by Jason's increased thrusting, I continued
rubbing his chest and abdomen, loving the feel of this
young boy's tender flesh against my palm and fingers.
Down by the base of his cock again, I pulled gently on
his sparse pubic hairs; then, on an impulse, I reached
down to cup his small testicles, and was rewarded with
an enormous groan of pleasure from Jason. I couldn't
believe how exciting it was to touch a young boy like
this! I could feel little beads of perspiration forming
on my forehead.
My pussy was pulsing again, and again I discreetly
squeezed my thighs together as the sensation became
stronger and stronger. I knew that the testicles were
the most sensitive part of a boy, so I very gently
closed my hand around his balls, squeezing softly and
rhythmically in time to the stroking of his cock. What
I didn't know was how quickly this would make him come,
and very soon he was thrusting wildly against my hand
as Keith had, grunting loudly with his climax. As with
Keith, it was a "dry" climax – I had always been a
little afraid of the idea of semen, so this was perfect
as far as I was concerned!
Perfect, that is, except that I was just about to come
myself, but I was too shy to do anything about it in
front of the boys. I reluctantly retreated from the
edge of orgasm, only half hearing the words of
gratitude and appreciation from the boys, tucking them
in and turning off the light as I left their room.
Part 2
After turning off the lights and halfway closing the
door of the boys' bedroom, on shaky legs I managed to
propel myself into the living room before collapsing
into an overstuffed leather chair. I stared ahead, not
hearing, not seeing. I couldn't even think; when I
tried to, I was flooded with so many conflicting
thoughts and emotions that my brain just went numb. I
don't know how long I sat there, immobilized, my entire
body buzzing and vibrating.
Eventually, discernible trains of thought began to
emerge. Over the years, I had developed a strong sense
of professionalism about my babysitting, and here I had
just violated the most sacrosanct of trusts that a
parent places in a sitter. What would happen if Mrs.
Bannister discovered what had happened? My whole life
would be ruined, that much seemed certain. I couldn't
bear the thought of facing my parents, my teachers, my
pastor, all of whom had thought so well of me and now
surely would never forgive me. I was filled with shame
and self-recrimination and wanted to cry for what I had
done.
In the midst of these thoughts, I remembered to check
on Jason and Keith. I tiptoed over to their room. They
were sound asleep. Seeing them like that, looking so
angelic and innocent as they lay in their beds, was
somehow reassuring to me. I remembered that the only
way I could be caught was if the boys told on me. And
they had seemed truly sincere about keeping it a
secret. Everything would be okay, I thought, if I just
put a stop to it from here on in, nobody would have to
know about it and that would be the end of it. And if
any of that stuff they said about Jackie was true, then
they certainly knew how to keep things to themselves.
As incredible as it had seemed at first, I was
beginning to believe in Jackie. I found myself
wondering more and more about her. How much of what the
boys said was true? She certainly seemed to have taught
them well, I thought with a smile. And as I remembered
how lovely it had felt as they had touched me while I
lay between them on the bed, I began to be aware of my
body again. Recalling the feeling of Keith's fingers on
my breast, I felt my nipples begin to stiffen. Oh, God,
no, I thought, please don't go there. But despite my
best intentions, I found my mind going over what had
happened, remembering those hard little cocks, and how
exciting it was to feel their wonderful velvety
softness in my hand, to sense the urgency of their
desire...
My body was now asserting its own imperatives, spinning
out of my control. As remembered images and sensations
continued to pass through me, I noticed that my nipples
had become fully erect, and my pussy, seeming to
remember that it had recently been stopped short of its
release, was beginning to demand attention that I felt
increasingly helpless to resist.
Finally, I just gave up trying, and let my hands roam
where they wanted to, where I had not allowed them to
go when I had been with Jason and Keith. Closing my
eyes and leaning further back into the soft leather of
the chair, I let my thighs fall open and began to
caress my mound through my jeans. Oh, how frustrating
it had been to only be able to press my thighs together
in the boys' presence, when I had been so aroused; how
nice it was to finally be able to touch, to stroke, to
unashamedly stoke the fires that burned there!
I impatiently undid the button of my jeans, quickly
pulling down the zipper. While one hand began caressing
my breasts, the other slid into my panties. God, I was
drenched down there! As my fingers found my clit, I
found myself imagining what it would have been like if
I hadn't stopped the boys from exploring my body
further. As I squeezed my nipple, I imagined that it
was Keith doing the squeezing, that it was Jason
fingering my sopping wet pussy.
My body began to writhe as little gasps of pleasure
escaped my lips. In my imagination, I was letting them
have free access to my body, surrendering myself to
their touch... they were touching me anywhere they
wanted, their hands roaming over my most private
parts... and I was stroking their hot little cocks, one
in each hand... and they said Jackie had sucked on
them... I imagined myself taking Jason's penis into my
mouth, so hot against my tongue...
That last thought put me over the edge. Frantically
rubbing my clit, squeezing down hard on my nipple, I
let out a wail, crashing into the most intense cum of
my young life as I pictured myself with a preteen cock
in my mouth. It's a good thing the boys were sound
sleepers!
After floating for I don't know how long in a haze of
post-orgasmic stupor, I was just coming back to myself
when I heard the sound of Kitty's car pulling into the
driveway. Hastily, I pulled my pants back up and closed
the zipper. Panicked, I ran into the bathroom to give
myself a minute to get myself together. Looking in the
mirror, I saw my face was flushed, but my hair wasn't
too bad. I found a hairbrush and neatened myself up a
bit in time to get out before Kitty walked in the door.
I was sure that Kitty would sense that something was
strange, but she didn't seem to notice anything.
"Hi, Vanessa, how'd it go?" she asked cheerfully,
taking off her light summer coat.
"Fine," I replied as casually as I could manage, though
my words seemed to catch in my throat. Still, she
didn't seem to notice.
"Oh, good," Kitty said. "I didn't want to say anything
before, but I was a little concerned about tonight. The
boys were so attached to their last babysitter, I
didn't know how they would take to you."
"Oh, they took to me just fine," I answered, my voice
still sounding very strange to my ears. If only you
knew how well they took to me, I thought.
"Well, that's a relief. They didn't give you any
trouble, I hope?"
"No, no trouble at all, Mrs., I mean, Kitty." I guess
that depended on what you meant by trouble. Well, at
least I was beginning to recognize the sound of my own
voice. My growing self-confidence prompted me to ask a
question.
"Um, they did tell me a bit about their last
babysitter, what was her name again?"
"Jackie. It was uncanny how much the boys doted on her.
She was like a big sister to them," Kitty sighed.
You have no idea, lady, I thought. "Yes, from what they
told me, they did seem quite fond of her. But," I added
quickly, "they seemed to like me okay anyway."
"That's great, Vanessa. I can't tell you how much
better I feel knowing that. Well, listen, I know you've
got to be getting home. Let me pay you and you can go."
It felt strange taking money from her after what had
happened, but I accepted my payment as calmly as I
could manage. As I made the short walk home, I was one
big ball of confusion. All the conflicting emotions of
the evening flooded through me again. But mainly, right
then I felt relief at what felt like a narrow escape. I
couldn't believe that Kitty hadn't sensed something was
up. And if what the boys said was true, she hadn't
known about what was up with Jackie either. At least,
now I knew there really was a Jackie. In any case, it
seemed like I was off the hook, at least for the time
being.
I was exhausted as I crawled into bed that night. But I
was also very wound up. As I closed my eyes, the events
of the evening flashed through my mind again, and once
again my hand found its way to my pussy, and before
falling asleep I came once more to the thought of
sucking those sweet little cocks...
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Your comments are welcome! Please let me know if you
enjoyed this story.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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