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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)
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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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