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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)

***

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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