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Confessions of a Female Pedophile - 3
by Robin Smythe (robin.smythe@yahoo.com)

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The continuing story of Vanessa, a teenage babysitter. 
(f-teen/b, youths, ped, 1st, oral)

***

Dedicated to my dear friend Betty B.

Author Note: As this is a continuing story, it is 
suggested that the earlier parts be read first. Thanks 
to all of the readers who responded and encouraged me 
to keep writing! The following is a work of fantasy; 
the author does not condone the activities described.

***

And sure enough, the week seemed to crawl by. I had a 
mid-week babysitting assignment with one of my regular 
customers, seven-year-old Bobby. Although I usually 
enjoyed my sitting sessions with him, as I prepared to 
go to his house I found myself viewing the job as a 
chore. If only it were Keith and Jason tonight! I 
thought about how I wanted to dress for them, and 
decided it would be fun to dress a little bit sexily 
tonight anyway, imagining that tonight was Saturday, 
not Wednesday. I put on a short skirt and the low-cut 
tank top I had rejected last weekend. As I looked in 
the mirror, applying makeup, I thought I looked very 
sexy indeed. Jason and Keith would really like this!

I wore a light summer sweater over my tank top, 
removing it only after Bobby's parents had left the 
house. Bobby was a cute, very sweet boy whom I had been 
babysitting for a couple of years. Our routine was for 
him to put on his pj's, and then we would play a board 
game or watch TV until bedtime. As we sat on the living 
room rug playing checkers, I suddenly felt a bit 
strange. After a moment, I realized it was because 
Bobby was staring at my breasts every time I leaned 
over to make a move! I had been so caught up in 
fantasizing about Jason and Keith's response to my 
outfit that it never occurred to me that it might get 
Bobby's attention as well. I honestly hadn't thought 
about the effect my attire might have on the seven-
year-old boy. 

At first I felt somewhat uncomfortable, and sat up 
straighter. I could see the disappointment on Bobby's 
face when I no longer leaned over to make my moves. I 
found the whole thing to be very cute. Who would have 
thought that little Bobby would be so interested in 
peeking at my boobs? Suddenly feeling a bit devilish, 
on my next move I leaned over again. I could feel his 
intent gaze as my top hung open slightly, exposing the 
curve of my breasts. I smiled to myself. This was kind 
of fun! On my next move, I leaned over again, and 
pretending to think over my move, held myself there for 
a good ten seconds or so. Glancing up at Bobby, I could 
see his eyes widen and his face begin to flush. I made 
my move and sat back up, smiling at the boy as though I 
had no idea of what I was doing. 

As the game went on, I made several more slow and 
deliberate moves, each one affording Bobby a chance to 
take a long look down my top. I noticed that I was now 
winning the game quite easily as Bobby seemed to lose 
concentration. I also noticed that I was beginning to 
get turned on by my teasing antics. After I won the 
game easily, I asked Bobby if he wanted to play 
another. He eagerly agreed. As I set up the pieces, I 
adjusted myself so that instead of tucking my feet 
under my butt as I had before, I now sat crosslegged. 
My skirt rode up on my thighs nearly up to my hips, and 
Bobby had a clear view of my flowered cotton panties 
stretched snugly across my vulva. 

A boy my age would have been all over me in a second, 
but Bobby just sat there, wide-eyed. I was enjoying 
being in control, and smiled at the little boy as 
though nothing unusual were happening. As we began to 
play again, I made sure that in addition to seeing my 
panties, Bobby continued to get excellent views down my 
skimpy top as I pretended to ponder my moves. A lump 
had appeared in his pajama bottoms, and I felt a 
pleasant buzz begin to gather in my pussy as I pictured 
the little hard-on underneath. I tucked my bare foot 
underneath my crotch so that each time I leaned over to 
make a move, my heel pushed against my panty-covered 
pussy. 

As Bobby sensed that I was not paying attention to his 
stares, his eyes roamed more freely over my body, and 
he began fidgeting and squirming uncomfortably as he 
sat across from me. His lustful ogling was fueling my 
arousal, and I began rocking imperceptibly back and 
forth, rhythmically grinding my heel into my pussy. 

I was starting to get quite worked up, and found myself 
thinking about how I might take the situation a little 
further, and wondering if there was a way to get his 
little cock into my mouth. I decided that if anything 
was going to happen, I would have to make the move, and 
that it would probably be easier to get him to touch me 
first before I tried to get into his pants. I was sure 
that he was dying to get his hands on me, but I needed 
some kind of a ruse to get things going. As the game 
ended with me winning very quickly, I hit upon an idea. 
It was not very subtle, but it just might do the trick.

Wriggling my torso in feigned discomfort, I said, "Darn 
it, Bobby, I just got this bra today and it's so 
uncomfortable, it's driving me nuts. I think I should 
just take it off, what do you think?" I couldn't 
believe I was being so brazen! Bobby couldn't speak; he 
just nodded.

As Bobby stared incredulously, I reached behind me. My 
hands went up under my tank top, exposing my belly to 
his gaze. I grunted in pretend frustration. "Ooh, I 
just can't seem to reach back there, Bobby. Could you 
help me out?" I turned around and scooted back on the 
floor toward him. "Here, just lift up my top and undo 
the clasp, would you?"

Tentatively, the boy raised my top above the back of my 
bra. I shivered as I felt his hot fingers against my 
skin. I could feel his hands trembling as he held the 
material. The poor boy! He must be beside himself! And 
I bet he's never unhooked a bra before.

"There's a little hook there, do you see it? Just undo 
the hook, honey, it's not hard."

"Th-there's two of them," Bobby croaked.

"Okay, Bobby, just unhook both of them, you can do it."

Well, it took a lot of fumbling, but at last I felt the 
material around my breasts loosen as the bra came 
unclasped. 

"That's great, Bobby, thanks!" I said. 

I turned around to face the boy and reached inside my 
top to slide my bra off underneath. Although I was 
expert at this maneuver, I drew out the process for 
Bobby's benefit, smiling and maintaining eye contact 
with him as I slowly pulled my bra out from under the 
hem of my tank top. 

"Ta-da!" I shouted, laughing and dangling the 
undergarment in front of him before dropping it onto 
the living room rug. Bobby's wide eyes darted back and 
forth between the bra and my chest. 

"Oh, Bobby, that feels so much better. You're lucky 
you'll never have to wear one of those," I said, 
closing my eyes and stretching my arms above my head. I 
gave myself a good long stretch, and then quickly 
opened my eyes to catch Bobby staring right at my 
bosom. I looked right back at him as his face turned 
the cutest shade of red.

"Ha, caught ya!" I laughed, adding softly, "You like 
looking at my boobs, don't you?" I don't know how those 
words came out of my mouth, but somehow they did; maybe 
it was the spirit of Jackie. I had never spoken to a 
boy so provocatively, and it was thrilling to do so 
with this innocent child. With Jason and Keith, I had 
been the inexperienced one, but now I was relishing the 
role of seductress.

"Uh, no, I mean, I wasn't looking, I mean, um, I'm 
sorry ..." the poor boy stumbled all over himself.

"It's okay, Bobby, I saw you looking at them before, I 
don't mind if you look," I reassured him. "Do you think 
they're pretty? They're not very big." I stuck my chest 
out a bit.

"Y-yes, um, yes, they're really pretty," Bobby 
sputtered. He probably couldn't believe what was 
happening; I could barely believe it myself!

"Do you think they're too small?" 

"Oh, no, they're really nice, really." I guess I 
couldn't expect eloquence from the boy at this point.

"Thanks, Bobby. Do you like them better with a bra or 
without?" As if I didn't know the answer to that one!

"Um, without, I guess."

"Really? Why do you like them better without a bra?"

"Um, uh, because you can, um ..." he trailed off.

"Because you can see them better?" I asked helpfully.

Bobby nodded enthusiastically.

"I know, without a bra, you can see the nipples right 
through my top, do you like that?"

Bobby nodded again. I looked down and slowly drew a 
finger across one of my nipples. "Mmm, that feels 
nice," I sighed. "Do you see how the nipple gets bigger 
when I touch it?"

Bobby gulped. "Mm hmm," he managed to say.

"It feels sexy to touch myself sometimes," I murmured, 
running a hand across my boob. "What do you think it 
feels like?" I was teasing him unmercifully now!

"Um, really soft?"

"You're right, it's really soft and warm," I replied, 
squeezing myself gently. "Does it make you feel sexy 
too, thinking about how warm and soft my boob feels?"

"Yes..."

"I bet you'd like to touch it yourself right now, 
wouldn't you?"

"Oh, yes!"

I let the thought hang in the air, smiling sweetly at 
Bobby as I fondled my breast.

"Well," I said, pretending to think it over, "I guess 
that would be okay... I mean, if you really wanted to. 
Do you really want to feel my boobs, Bobby?"

"Yes, yes!!"

"Okay, then, Bobby, come over here. Let's sit on the 
sofa where we'll be more comfortable." I moved to the 
sofa and patted my hand next to me. 

Bobby sat down next to me, his eyes glued to my boobs, 
but still he was hesitant. "It's okay, honey, go ahead 
and touch them if you like."

Now, what is it about boys that they have to be taught 
not to grab at a girl's tits? Bobby began roughly 
pawing at my breasts, not so much that it hurt, but it 
didn't feel very pleasant either. 

"Hey, hey, cool it, boy," I said, placing my hands on 
his and stopping his movements. Bobby looked at me like 
a deer frozen in the headlights. I gently touched his 
face. "It's okay, baby, you can feel them, but nobody 
likes to be grabbed. Remember how you saw me touching 
myself, nice and gentle?" Bobby nodded. "Well, that's 
how a girl likes to be touched, especially at first." I 
took his hands and cupped them gently around my tits. 
Though my breasts are not big, his small hands couldn't 
quite cover all of their roundness. I moved his hands 
around them slowly. "Mmm, that's better. Isn't that 
nice?" Bobby nodded again. "Now, take your time; if you 
do it good, I'll let you touch them for a good long 
while."

Bobby began softly kneading my breasts again. Although 
he wasn't as expert as Jason and Keith, his hands felt 
quite nice, and in a way, the boy's inexperience was a 
turn-on in itself. And Bobby was clearly enjoying 
himself as he explored my forbidden body parts. I made 
several little moaning sounds and spoke soft words of 
encouragement to let him know I was enjoying it too.

"Mmm, Bobby, that feels so nice. Here, why don't you 
try this?" I guided his hands up under my tank top, and 
placed them directly on my breasts. Bobby let out a 
little gasp as his hands touched the soft, bare flesh 
for the first time.

"Ooh, yes, Bobby," I purred. "Isn't that nicer? Yes, 
that's right, nice and gentle, mmm, that feels good, 
you can squeeze my nipples a little bit now ..." I 
lifted my top so that we could both see his fingers 
softly pinching my stiff nipples. Bobby's eyes widened 
at his first sight of my bare breasts. I reached out 
and ran my hand down his face and neck, stopping at the 
top button of his pajama shirt.

"Would it be okay if I felt your chest too?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," Bobby managed to squeak, his gaze still 
fixed on my breasts as he squeezed and caressed them.

One by one, I undid the buttons of his pajama top, 
sliding my hand inside to feel the warmth of his boyish 
chest and abdomen. I felt Bobby shiver as my fingers 
brushed across his nipples.

"Does that feel good, Bobby?"

"Uh...uh huh..."

"Good, you're making me feel good, I want to make you 
feel good too, Bobby," I said softly. I pushed the 
pajama top back over his shoulders and helped him out 
of it. His skinny, hairless torso was so cute! I let my 
hands roam freely over his warm, soft skin. "Here, why 
don't you take off my top too," I suggested, raising my 
hands above my head. Bobby eagerly complied, pulling 
the tank top up over my head. We sat looking at each 
other for a moment, Bobby seemingly awaiting my next 
suggestion.

"Have you ever kissed a girl, Bobby?" I asked.

"No," he admitted shyly.

"Would you like to kiss one now?"

"Yeah!" he responded enthusiastically.

"Okay, then, come here, Bobby." I patted the sofa right 
next to where I sat, and he sidled over so that our 
bodies were nearly touching. "Now, I'm going to do all 
the work at first, so you can see how it goes. You just 
see what I do and follow my lead, okay?" Bobby nodded. 
I leaned toward him so that my nipples brushed against 
his bare arm. Oh, that felt nice!

"Now, close your eyes, Bobby," I instructed him. Was 
this how Jackie had taught her boys, I wondered. I 
looked for a moment at his sweet face with his eyes 
closed, and then planted a slow, tender kiss on his 
lips before pulling back again. "Did you like that?" I 
asked.

"Oh, yes!"

"Good, Bobby. Now this time, you can kiss me back a 
little. Just feel what my lips are doing and do the 
same back to me."

"Okay." Bobby closed his eyes again, awaiting my kiss. 
He looked so sweet and angelic! This time I leaned in 
closer, draping an arm around his shoulders and 
pressing my breasts into his slight chest. I gave him a 
long, lingering kiss, reaching my hand around to hold 
his head close to mine. Then I planted a series of 
little kisses on his mouth, each time pressing my lips 
into his, until he finally got the idea and started to 
kiss back. I moaned quietly to let him know he was 
doing the right thing. His lips were so tender and soft 
as they pressed up against mine! His fresh boyish scent 
wafted up into my nostrils; I felt slightly dizzy. I 
began darting my tongue out across his lips, and after 
a while, I felt his slippery little tongue reach out to 
touch mine. Bobby's breath was now quickening, and I 
could feel it hot against my face as our tongues began 
to play together. Gently, I pressed my tongue into the 
little boy's mouth, and now it was Bobby's turn to 
moan. 

Pressing my body more firmly against his, I let my 
tongue explore his mouth more aggressively, my hand 
wandering down his chest and stomach until it rested at 
the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Teasingly, my 
fingers played with the elastic band, letting him know 
where I was headed so that I could gauge his reaction 
before proceeding. His only response was to kiss me 
more intensely, his moans becoming higher-pitched. Ever 
so lightly, I brushed my fingertips up and down the 
length of his little hard-on through the soft material 
of his pj's. Bobby pushed his hips upward, craving more 
solid contact, but I held back, continuing to tease 
him. The boy began whimpering softly. 

Finally, I could hold back no longer – I just had to 
hold that little cock in my hand! I placed my palm flat 
on his smooth lower belly and slid my hand down inside 
his pajama bottoms and underwear, easing my hand 
downward until the base of his cock rested in the crook 
of my thumb and index finger. Then, making a gentle 
fist, I cradled his penis firmly in my grasp. Oh, it 
felt so good to hold a little boy's cock again! Bobby 
practically jumped out of his skin as my fingers made 
contact with his sensitive flesh. Breaking our kiss, I 
looked into the boy's eyes, which were wild with 
excitement.

"Well, what have we here?" I asked coyly, smiling at 
Bobby as I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "We have a 
very excited little boy, don't we?"

Bobby nodded. He seemed practically out of his mind 
with arousal.

"Can I see it? Will you let me see it, Bobby?" I asked.

Again, a quick nod. Releasing his penis, with both 
hands I took hold of the waistband of his pajama 
bottoms and underwear and pulled down. Bobby raised his 
hips, and I quickly pulled the clothing down to his 
knees. Then, kneeling on the rug in front of him, I 
pulled them down again, completely off now. The seven-
year-old boy now sat before me, naked as the day he was 
born. His little hard-on was so cute! It was even 
smaller than Keith's, but there was no doubt about the 
boy's arousal as it stood straight out in front of him.

"Come, sit on the edge of the sofa," I encouraged him. 
Quickly, he scooted forward.

"It's so pretty, Bobby," I purred, looking at his hard 
little member as I knelt in front of him. Then, looking 
up at him, "Can I touch it again?"

"Y-yes," the little boy stammered.

Bobby watched, spellbound, as my hands encircled his 
hard little thing. I let one hand slip under his tiny 
hairless testicles, cupping them softly in my palm. 
"Mmm, it's so lovely," I whispered, bringing my face 
within inches of his hardness. Then, looking up at him, 
"Would it be okay if I kissed it?"

"Hhh...hhh...yes..." he breathed.

Smiling up at him, I brought my lips to the head of his 
penis as I held it with one hand and gave it a slow, 
lingering kiss. The boy's body was literally trembling 
with excitement. I was quite overcome with arousal as 
well, and slipped my free hand under my short skirt and 
into my panties. I didn't care if Bobby saw me playing 
with myself; in fact, doing it in front of him like 
this made me feel like such a hot little slut! Parting 
my slick labia, I found my clit and rubbed it. It felt 
wonderful to touch myself there! I was so wet, and I 
knew I was ready to come very soon. 

I kissed Bobby's cock all over, gradually concentrating 
more and more on the sensitive glans. Then, smiling up 
at him seductively while I held the base of his tiny 
penis with two fingers, I stuck out my tongue and 
licked, oh so slowly, up the length of his shaft. When 
my tongue reached his little circumcised helmet, I 
lazily swiped it around its small circumference. I was 
rewarded with a soft, keening whine from Bobby. 

Quickly, I returned to the base of Bobby's penis, 
licking his testicles before moving upward again with 
tantalizing slowness. My eyes locked with his as my 
tongue reached his cock head, swirling wetly around it. 
I repeated this several times, each time lingering a 
bit longer at the tip of his penis, until finally I 
wrapped my lips around his most sensitive place while I 
lapped at it with my tongue.  

All the while, my fingers teasingly played over my 
clit, bringing myself repeatedly to the brink of 
cumming, until the urge for release was just too 
overwhelming. Looking up at Bobby with a sly, knowing 
smile, I slowly and tenderly enveloped his hot little 
prick in my mouth. At the same time, I inserted a 
finger into my very wet vagina. I slipped it out again, 
and then in went two fingers. Oooohhhh... that put me 
over the edge! I could feel my vaginal walls pulsing 
against my fingers as I came and came. 

As Bobby instinctively thrust his penis in and out of 
my mouth, I sucked on it for all I was worth, tonguing 
his tiny cock head, licking his shaft, sucking my 
cheeks together as he pumped in and out of my mouth, 
greedily pressing my face to his belly so that I could 
feel his entire length in my mouth... Bobby was so 
excited that he too climaxed very quickly, grunting and 
thrashing so wildly that I had to hold his hips down to 
keep him from slipping out of my mouth as he came.

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