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Confessions of a Female Pedophile - 2
by Robin Smythe (robin.smythe@yahoo.com)

***

The continuation of the story about a teenage
babysitter and her young charges. (f-teen/bb, ped,
reluc, mast, oral)

***

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.

***

Well, I was a mess all the next week. Even my mother
noticed my distracted demeanor, and asked me several
times if anything was wrong. How could I tell her? How
could I tell her that I had masturbated my two
babysitting charges, and that I had loved it? There was
no getting around it -- stroking and fondling those
little boys' cocks had got me turned on more than
anything I had ever done before.

On the other hand, I felt ashamed about being hot for
two preteen boys. I felt guilty about what I had done,
and was deathly afraid that I would be found out. My
days were spent worrying about what would happen to me
if I were caught and vowing to never go back there
again; yet every night found me feverishly stroking my
pussy under the covers while fantasizing about letting
Keith and Jason do to me the things they claimed Jackie
had let them do to her. And every night, I would climax
powerfully to the same scenario: one of the boys' hard
little cocks sliding into my willing mouth.

After a few days, seeing that the police had not shown
up at my door, I began to worry a little less about
being caught. Still, I was resolved to discontinue
babysitting for the boys. If Mrs. Bannister called, I
would think of some reason that I couldn't do it any
more. But as it turned out, she didn't call. Instead, I
was taken by surprise while walking home from school
several days later. There, coming right toward me, were
Kitty and her two boys! I was mortified, but it was too
late to run and hide.

"Oh, Vanessa, hi, I'd been meaning to call you, but
I've been so busy," Kitty called out as they approached
me. I was extremely nervous, afraid to even glance at
Jason and Keith as they stood quietly behind their
mother. "The boys have been raving about you all week."
I looked for a sign of irony, some hint of accusation,
but found none in her voice or expression. "I can't
tell you how grateful I am that you hit it off so well
with them. It really takes a load off my mind. I was
worried sick about finding someone who could replace
Jackie."

I couldn't speak; I just stood there, dumbly. Kitty
continued, "I was really hoping you'd be able to sit
again for them this Saturday night. Would you be able
to do it? It would help me out so much." Before I could
reply, she added, "And listen, I know it's more work
with two kids. I've thought about it, and I'd like to
pay you double your usual rate. Can you do it?" she
asked again. I stole a quick look at the boys, who
stood silently with expressions of eager anticipation
on their faces. Despite my resolve, I just couldn't
bring myself to say no in front of them. And then there
was the prospect of making twice my usual money.

"Um, okay, I guess I can do it," I heard myself mumble.
I felt a queasy tug in the pit of my stomach.

"Yay!!" the boys chorused.

"Oh, great! I really appreciate it, Vanessa! I have a
lateish meeting that night, can you come at 9 o'clock?
It'll be easy, you'll just have to put the boys to
bed."

"Yes, okay..."

"Okay, see you then. And thanks again," Kitty said
before they all walked off together.

I continued numbly to my house. "Okay, I'm going there,
but this time I'm going to lay down the law," I said
out loud to myself, trying to convince myself of my own
words. Well, at least the boys had proved that they
could keep their mouths shut. They had barely spoken or
looked at me during my interchange with Kitty, who
still seemed clueless about what had happened. That was
some consolation.

By the time Saturday evening arrived, I was a nervous
wreck. I had rehearsed a speech telling the boys that
there would be no more sex play with them, and I kept
going over it in my mind. But for some reason, I
couldn't stop obsessing about what to wear. What does
it matter, I told myself, it's just a babysitting job.
You're going to go over there, put the boys to bed, and
that will be that.

But still, I just couldn't decide on clothes. Shorts
and a tank top � too revealing. Sweatpants and a
slouchy top � too dumpy, and the weather was too hot
anyway. I tried on about six outfits before finally
settling on a demure white button-down blouse and a
grey skirt that went to just above the knee. Pretty,
but professional, I thought as I looked in the mirror.
At the last minute, I put on just a bit of makeup. This
is crazy, I thought, you're not going out on a date!
But I put on the makeup anyway, convincing myself that
it wouldn't hurt to look good, it wasn't for the boys,
really, it was just good practice for when I did go out
on dates. Yeah, right, like that was likely to happen
anytime soon!

When I arrived at their house, the boys were already in
their pajamas. They looked so cute! My eyes
involuntarily fastened on the fly in the front of
Jason's loose-fitting summer pj's, which hung open
slightly. I quickly averted my gaze and looked over at
Keith, whose shorty-pajamas were getting a little
small. The thin material clung to him, and I couldn't
help but notice his little penis clearly outlined
through his shorts.

". . . and as soon as they've brushed their teeth, they
should go straight to bed." As Kitty's voice made its
way into my consciousness, I snapped back to reality. I
managed to maintain a conversation with her until she
left a few minutes later.

"We're really glad you could come back," Jason said
after their mother left. "Wow, you look really nice,"
he added, looking me up and down appreciatively.

"Yes, you look beautiful," Keith added. Though I felt
myself blush in response to their compliments and
appreciative looks, I tried to ignore the feelings
rising up in me. I needed to stay in control tonight.

"All right, time for bed now," I said in the most
authoritative voice I could muster. "Go brush your
teeth."

The boys obediently did as I asked, and I followed them
to their room.

"Okay, get in bed, time for lights out," I said,
standing in the doorway.

"Hey, wait a minute! Don't we get a story?" Keith
protested.

"Yeah, come on, you read us a story last time!" Jason
chimed in.

I hesitated. "Well, okay, I'll read you one story."
This was probably the moment for my little speech, but
I couldn't bring myself to start in just then. I was
dreading their reaction to it anyway, so I decided to
put it off. Better to wait and see if it's necessary, I
told myself. They picked out a book and gave it to me,
and I sat down in a chair.

"No, read to us like you did before, on the bed," Jason
insisted.

Well, I thought, I guess there's no harm in that. I'll
just stop them if they try any funny business. I sat
between them on Keith's bed. Having both of them
snuggled up next to me made it hard for me to maintain
my composure, but they kept their hands to themselves
as I read to them.

"Okay, now lights out, boys," I said firmly.

"But aren't you going to give us a tingle first?" Keith
asked imploringly.

Well, there was no putting it off any further. I took a
deep breath. "No, I � I can't do that any more." God, I
was so nervous! I could barely keep my voice steady.

The boys looked at me in disbelief, crestfallen. There
was a moment of shocked silence.

"I-I'm sorry," I said. That part was not in my
rehearsed speech. I couldn't even remember what I had
planned to say next.

"But why?" Jason whined. "What happened?"

"Nothing 'happened,' Jason," I said. "I just don't
think it's a good idea."

"But we kept it a secret, like you said! We were really
good when you met us with mommy, weren't we?"

"Yes, you were very good," I allowed, though I felt
uncomfortable acknowledging our mutual deception.

"Then don't you trust us?" Jason continued.

"Yes, I trust you, it's not that," I replied.

"Then why not? Didn't you like giving us tingles?"

"No, that's not it either," I said. "I just don't--"

"See, I told you she liked it!" Jason said, turning to
his brother.

I opened my mouth to protest, but couldn't think of
anything to say. I mean, I hadn't exactly admitted to
them that I had enjoyed playing with their cocks, but
it seemed pointless to quibble about it now.

"I don't get it," Jason continued, puzzled. If you
liked it, and we liked it, then why won't you do it?"
He looked at me like he was trying to understand some
strange inexplicable behavior.

For the life of me, I couldn't think of any of the
arguments I had marshaled so carefully.

"It's... I don't know, it's just wrong," was all I
could manage.

"But why?"

I let out a long, deep breath. "It's just that, well,
you're so young, and I don't want to hurt you..."

"But you didn't hurt us!" Keith blurted out. "We liked
it! It was fun, and it felt really, really good. What's
wrong with that?"

"I don't know, it's just..." I trailed off. I was
having trouble thinking clearly. I began again, "I
mean, I'm supposed to be your babysitter, and
babysitters don't do that, I mean, at least I've never
done anything like that before..."

"But you did it so good!" Jason said.

"Really?" I couldn't help asking.

"Oh yeah!" came the boy's animated reply. "It felt so
good the way you touched us, you gave us such good
tingles, we really wanted you to do it again tonight!"

"Yes, pleeeze, do it again, it felt so good the way you
did it," Keith pleaded.

"I-I don't know," I wavered.

"Besides, it's really not fair if you don't," added
Jason. "After last time, we thought for sure you would
give us tingles again tonight. Please, do it again just
this once? After that, if you don't want to, you don't
ever have to do it again, we won't bother you about
it." Keith nodded in agreement.

As had happened before, somehow the boys' request now
seemed quite reasonable. It was understandable that
they would be expecting me to do them again, and it did
seem unfair not to give them what they had been so
looking forward to. I looked at the two cute boys in
their pj's and remembered how good it felt to have
their hard little cocks in my hand, the feel of Jason's
wispy pubic hair, Keith's hairless little balls so warm
against my palm, the thrill of bringing them both to
orgasm. I felt the most overpowering desire to touch
them again. Well, maybe just this once, I thought to
myself.

"Okay, just this one time," I sighed. As if from a
distance, I watched as my arms reached down to the
front of the boys' pajama bottoms, one hand resting on
each boy's crotch as they reclined beside me, my
fingers feeling for their little cocks through the thin
material of their pajamas. Oh, how badly I had wanted
to do this again! My whole body began to buzz, my heart
was beating madly, and I felt as though enveloped in a
warm cocoon.

"Mmm, oh, yes, Vanessa!" The boys squirmed with
pleasure at my touch. As I felt their members begin to
stiffen, my body seemed to float upwards in a wash of
sensation. I slipped my fingers under the waistband of
the boys' pajamas, sliding downward until I held a
warm, rising penis in each hand. Slowly and gently, I
wrapped my fingers around their erections, reveling in
the feeling of their hot flesh against my own. Yes,
this was the pleasure I had been craving all week, to
feel those hot boyish cocks in my hands again! And now
I wanted to see their little hardons again; I wanted
them naked.

"Take off your pajamas," I said breathlessly. The boys
quickly complied, and soon I was looking down at their
naked bodies as I leaned back against the headboard. I
was in heaven as I feasted my eyes on their smooth,
hairless skin, watching my fingers wrap around their
penises, stroking them up and down.

"They're so pretty," I murmured.

"Jackie used to call them her little asparaguses,"
Jason said.

I giggled softly, turning towards him. "Yes, they're so
hard and skinny, but they feel so soft and velvety."

"It feels so good when you rub it like that."

"Mmm..."

I had been looking at Jason so I didn't see Keith reach
over to touch my breast through my blouse, cupping it
softly in his hand.

"No, don't," I protested weakly. But this time Keith
didn't pull away.

"It's not fair," he said. "You get to touch us!" His
middle finger circled around my nipple, teasing it to
erection.

"Yeah, and your titties are so pretty and soft," Jason
added, reaching for my other breast, caressing it
slowly.

The feeling of the two of them softly teasing and
caressing my breasts was so lovely, I didn't have the
will to stop them. Besides, my own hands were occupied,
and I didn't want to relinquish their cocks to push
their hands off my boobs. I let them continue to fondle
me.

"Mmm, you feel so nice," Keith whispered. He sidled
closer and began lightly kissing and nibbling my ear,
while simultaneously rubbing my nipple a little harder.
It tickled a bit in my ear, but in the nicest, most
arousing way. I could feel the warmth of his naked body
through my clothes as he lay against me. A low moan
escaped my lips. I had tried to suppress it; I still
didn't want to let on how hot I was getting, but I
couldn't help it.

Keith's mouth moved downward, trailing kisses across my
cheek, toward my mouth, until he finally leaned over me
to place a long, soft, sweet kiss on my lips. I tried
to turn my head away, but Keith's mouth was insistent,
finding my lips again and again until my mouth softened
and began to respond to his kisses. Slowly,
deliberately, he planted a long series of firm but
tender kisses on my mouth, each one acting as a
battering ram to the last barriers of my resistance.
Finally, I felt his tongue against my lips, its
slippery warm wetness pressing forward between my half-
closed teeth. Making a deep noise in my throat, I gave
in and opened my mouth to accept his tongue. Oh God, I
thought, my first French kiss, and it's from a nine-
year-old boy!

But soon all thoughts were swept away by the sensation
of his tongue against mine, roaming inside my mouth at
will, his lips now pressing more aggressively,
hungrily, against mine. He raised himself up more so
that he lay half on top of me, his slight body pressing
me into the soft bed. I let go of the boys' cocks,
closing my eyes and letting myself be carried away by
the feelings of mouth and hands on my body.

As Keith continued fondling my breast and French-
kissing me, I felt something graze the inside of my
thigh. I half opened my eyes and glanced down to see
Jason's hand disappearing up under my skirt.

I pulled my mouth away from Keith's. "No, Jason, please
don't," I pleaded.

The boy's only response was to shift over to straddle
my leg, so that now my body was effectively pinned to
the bed by Keith above and Jason below. I could feel
Jason's bare scrotum resting against my calf as he
positioned himself over me. Keith began kissing me
again.

When I felt his fingers pulling gently on my erect
nipple through my blouse, I let out a little moan,
allowing his tongue to enter my mouth again. I could
feel Jason's hand begin traveling up my thigh, tracing
little circles on my bare skin as he moved upward. God,
these boys knew how to get a girl hot! I shivered
slightly thinking about where Jason's hand was headed.
He was going to touch me 'down there,' and I was doing
nothing to stop him!

Meanwhile, I felt Keith undoing the buttons on my
blouse as he kissed me. I no longer had the will to
protest; I just lay passively as each button in turn
was undone, feeling the material loosen around my
breasts, until my top lay open before him. Keith knelt
to my side and pulled my bra straps down my arms,
causing the cups of my bra to fall, exposing most of my
boobs. Finishing the job, he pulled down on the cups
until my nipples were exposed to his gaze. Then, taking
one small breast in each hand, he began caressing them,
gently squeezing my nipples with each upward movement
of his fingers.

The feeling of his hands on my bare breasts and nipples
was out of this world! Jason's fingers had now reached
the apex of my thighs, and he began teasing around the
edge of my panties, caressing the crease between my
thigh and vulva, making me squirm with anticipation
before he finally slipped his fingers inside the leg
band, playing over the fuzz of my mound. No one had
ever touched me there before! And now I was letting
this young boy boldly slide his hand inside my panties
while his brother played with my bare tits!

My body felt as though it were floating upwards, and my
awareness narrowed so that I was focused almost
entirely on the exquisite caress-and-tug game that
Keith was playing with my nipples. I barely noticed it
when Jason removed his hand from inside my panties. I
did notice, however, when both his hands slid up under
my skirt and took hold of either side of my panties.

No, no, I thought, I can't let them take my panties
off... but just then Keith's mouth closed around one of
my nipples, his tongue flicking out against it, and I
gasped out loud as the most intense electric buzz shot
through my whole body. Mesmerized, I felt my panties
being pulled down first over my hips, then my thighs
and calves, and finally over my ankles and feet.

As Keith continued to suck on one nipple while
fingering the other, I felt a cool rush of air on my
wet pussy as Jason flipped up my skirt and began
running his finger up and down my slit. Oh God, it felt
so good! Involuntarily, I spread my thighs a bit to
give his fingers greater access. When he touched my
clit, I began bucking my hips against his finger. This
felt so much better than when I did it myself! I felt
the telltale intensity begin to build in my pussy, and
I knew I was going to come soon, oh, it felt so good, I
could really come any second now...

But then Keith removed his mouth from my nipple and
raised himself up, kneeling beside me as I reclined
against the headboard. What is he doing? Why did he
stop? I wondered vaguely. Before I had a chance to
think, he had positioned himself so that he was
straddling my body, his knees resting on either side of
my torso. His cock was now inches away from my face! It
was so beautiful up close, so sleek and slender and
hard. I reached out to touch it, stroking its length,
wanting to explore every inch of his organ with my
hands.

But Keith had other ideas. He pushed his hips forward
slightly, causing his cock to brush against my face. I
shivered as I felt its heat against my cheek. Then,
holding it with one hand, Keith pressed the tip of his
penis against my lips and held it there. There was
absolutely no thought involved in what happened next.
It was, after all, what I really wanted.

My lips simply parted of their own accord and allowed
his cock to slip between them. I really don't have
words to describe what it felt like to have a penis
enter my mouth for the first time. The slightly rough
texture of his cock head as it slid across my lips and
tongue; the salty taste of his skin; the heat of his
shaft against the wetness of my mouth; it was a thrill
beyond anything I had ever experienced.

And God, I felt like such a slut as I let him slide his
hard cock into my mouth! I mean, he hadn't even asked,
he had just thrust his penis against my lips, it was
quite rude of him really, and I had let him push it
right into my mouth without any resistance or protest,
and now here I was, half-naked on the bed, sucking on a
preteen boy's cock, just as I had dreamt of for a week
now. It was too much for me � with Keith's penis
filling my mouth and Jason still fingering my clit, I
came right then and there, and I came hard. I don't
know how I managed to keep from biting Keith, but
somehow I did, moaning loudly with my mouth still
closed around his shaft.

Keith began thrusting his hips slowly and rhythmically,
sliding his penis in and out of my mouth. I responded
hungrily, eagerly taking him in on each thrust,
reaching around to hold those perfect little ass
cheeks, feeling the muscles there clench as he fucked
my mouth. Soon Keith was pumping into me faster, crying
out in his little high voice, and then holding himself
deep inside my mouth as he came. I could feel his cock
spasm against my tongue; it felt so wonderful and sexy
that I had another little cum along with him.

But I was ready for more, and I knew there was more to
come (in both senses of the word). I kept my mouth
closed around Keith's cock until he calmed down a bit
and was ready to pull out. I looked up at him with a
big smile, giving his shrinking penis a goodbye kiss.
Keith said nothing as he looked into my eyes, but the
expression on his face was priceless -- like the
proverbial cat that ate the canary.

"Jason?" I murmured lazily, invitingly. Quickly, the
boys exchanged positions, and in a moment Jason knelt
astride my body, his rampant cock pointing at my face.
This time I took charge, holding his penis, caressing
it with both hands, tousling his downy pubic hair,
cupping his balls, rubbing his cock against my face,
smelling it, feeling it, kissing it, and finally (to
Jason's audible delight) enveloping it in my loving
mouth. Jason's cock filled my mouth more than Keith's
had; I could barely get all of it in. I ran my tongue
over the soft underside of his shaft, pulling my mouth
back to swipe at the head with my tongue before taking
it all into my mouth again.

I loved having his cock in my mouth; I was falling in
love with cocksucking. I seemed to have an instinctive
sense of what to do, of how to get him aroused. Jason
groaned as I sucked my cheeks inward, providing maximum
wetness and friction with my mouth. I was loving this
so much, I probably could have come again just from
sucking Jason's cock, but Keith was proving himself as
adept with his hands as his brother had been, slowly
circling my hot button with one finger while his other
hand caressed and tickled my vulva and inner thighs.
Jason was thrusting his cock into my mouth now with
increasing intensity.

Yes, I thought, do it to me, fuck my face, come in
me... I brushed my fingers against his scrotum, gently
cupping his balls in my hands, urging him by my touch
to climax in my mouth... and climax he did, shoving his
cock deep into my mouth, nearly pinning my head to the
headboard of Keith's bed. I felt his cock spasm in my
mouth, and my hips wildly bucked and twisted, grinding
my pussy against Keith's fingers as I plunged into the
most overwhelming orgasm I had ever felt.

Later, I lay happily snuggled between the two boys. I
was in a state of total euphoria, and all three of us
were grinning like idiots.

"Wow, that was so good!" Jason said, shaking his head
as if in disbelief.

"Yeah, that was amazing!" Keith added.

"No, it's you two who are amazing," I replied, idly
stroking their naked bodies. "Did Jackie teach you how
to do all that?"

"Yeah," said Keith proudly. "She showed us everything
about what a girl likes."

Wondering about what they meant by "everything," I
asked the boys if they had ever had intercourse with
Jackie.

"No, she said she was saving it for when she got
married," Jason informed me. I couldn't believe it!
With everything she had done with these boys, she was
still "saving it!" It was all I could do not to laugh
out loud.

"Well, she must have been a great teacher," I said.

"So you liked it, what we did?" Keith asked.

I assured them that I had liked it very much.

"So this won't be the last time? We can do it again?"

I responded by reaching down with both hands and
wrapping my fingers around each of their cocks.

"Well I mean, really, how can I ever resist these cute
little asparaguses," I said, smiling down at their limp
little penises. As I gently massaged them, they began
to stiffen and grow in my hands (ah, the resilience of
youth!), and I felt a familiar stirring in my pussy. I
wanted those succulent little cocks in my mouth again.

"Mmm, waking up again so soon, are we? Do they need to
be sucked some more?" I asked in a tone of low
invitation.

"Yes, yes, please!"

"Well, then, I guess we'll just have to take care of
that right away, won't we?" I asked, sliding down to
kneel on the carpet in front of Jason, who sat up at
the edge of the bed, looking eagerly down at me. I
skimmed my hand up and down his warm, stiff penis a few
times, savoring the anticipation of what was to come,
knowing that I could just lean forward and take his
hard thing into my mouth at any moment. But instead I
took my time, cradling it and caressing it with both
hands, reaching one hand down to cup his tight little
testicles, before finally bringing my mouth to the tip
of his penis. I moved my lips around the head, first
kissing and rubbing across the sensitive flesh, then
darting my tongue out as I kissed it, my saliva
gradually providing lubrication until his cock head was
slick with my spit and my lips slid easily across his
little helmet.

By this time, Jason was keening softly, his hips
wriggling, trying to push his little hardon into my
mouth. I relented and let just the head slip in,
holding my lips tight around the ridge of his glans,
filling the space that held his penis with my warm
saliva and holding my mouth still against his hardness.
This seemed to drive him even wilder, judging by the
incoherent, throaty sounds he was making. I guess if
you love what you do, you get good at it quickly. And I
certainly loved what I was doing! I kept still for a
few moments longer, holding Jason's hips steady with my
hands, bathing the head of his cock in a warm pool of
saliva, knowing that I was sweetly torturing the boy.
But I didn't intend to torture him for long!

Without warning, I suddenly plunged my mouth fully onto
his prick. Again, I held my mouth still, soaking up the
sensation of having my mouth filled with the young
boy's cock. I could actually feel it pulsing against my
tongue. Then, ever so slowly, I pulled my lips back
toward the head, snaking my tongue across the underside
of his penis as I went. Then slowly forward until his
cock filled my mouth once again. Nice and slow, back
and forth, I established a leisurely rhythm, savoring
each inch of the boy's flesh as it slid in and out of
my mouth. There were no thoughts in me now, only pure
delicious sensation that traveled from my mouth out
through my whole body. My heart pumped faster; my pussy
tingled and pulsed.

Keith scooted off the bed and crouched behind me on the
carpet. My blouse was still unbuttoned, the straps of
my bra still hung loosely off of my shoulders, almost
falling off of my exposed breasts. Keith reached up
under my blouse and unclasped the bra from behind. It
fell silently to the floor. The boy reached around me,
cupping a breast in each hand as I sucked on his
brother's cock. I let out a groan as his expert fingers
felt for my nipples, gently kneading and twisting them
as he fondled my breasts.

I could feel Keith's hardness pressing up against my
back through the fabric of my blouse. I shrugged out of
it, allowing Keith to remove it entirely. Now his naked
erection rubbed up against my bare skin, sending little
chills up and down my spine. I reached one hand behind
me to touch Keith's cock. Now I had one penis in my
mouth, another in my hand, an embarrassment of riches!
Keith slid one hand down over my belly toward my
crotch, but my skirt (the lone piece of clothing I
still had on) was in the way. I let go of Keith's cock
and hurriedly undid the skirt, letting it drop to the
floor. I was now completely naked, on my knees, with a
young boy's cock in my mouth � a perfect situation, as
far as I was concerned!

Keith slid one hand down to my pussy while his other
hand continued fondling my breast. His fingers found my
slit and began working their way up and down, circling
around my clit. God, I was wet down there! His fingers
made little squishing sounds as they worked around my
pussy, and the scent of my own arousal wafted up to my
nostrils, inflaming me further. I picked up the pace of
my sucking on Jason's penis, no teasing him now, I
wanted to feel him come in my mouth again, and soon.

As he continued to caress my tits and pussy, Keith
began humping against me, wrapping his thighs around my
torso, sliding his penis up and down against my bare
back. I felt the wave of orgasm coming and let it take
over, hearing Jason's urgent groans mix with my own
cries of pleasure. Nothing existed save Jason's cock
twitching in my mouth, the wetness of my pussy against
Keith's fingers, his hot body against mine, humping me
like a dog, and then oh, the sweetest explosion within
me, carrying me out of myself and yet so in my whole
body, that taste of total bliss that is death and
heaven all at once.

I held Jason's cock in my mouth until it stopped
twitching and began to soften. I smiled up at him as I
let it slide out of my mouth. Meanwhile, Keith was
still humping on me, his hot little erection rubbing up
and down my back. I slowly turned around, taking
Keith's cock in my hands before engulfing it with my
mouth. God, I felt like I could suck cock all night!
Keith was already quite aroused; he began fucking my
mouth right away, and it didn't take long before the
little boy was coming in my mouth again.

I had never before felt so completely satisfied! I
hugged the boys to me. "Mmm, that was lovely," I
murmured.

"You're fantastic," "You're amazing," the boys replied.
We lay contentedly for a few minutes as we all came
back down to earth. There was no awkwardness; I just
felt so comfortable and close to Keith and Jason.

"I guess I should put you boys to bed now," I said at
length, tousling their hair. The boys helped me gather
my strewn clothes from the bed and the floor; as I put
on my panties, I noticed that the front panel was quite
damp. Jason and Keith climbed into their beds and got
under the covers as I put my clothes back on. I kissed
each of them on top of the head and said goodnight.

As I was leaving the room, Keith called out, "Vanessa?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Before we moved, Jackie said we'd find someone like
you, but we didn't really believe her. We're really
lucky we found you and... we love you, Vanessa."

I suddenly felt a bit choked up. "I-I think I'm lucky I
found you, too. You're both very special to me. Now,
sleep well, boys."

"We will! Goodnight, Vanessa!"

I shut the door behind me. I'd better take a look at
myself, I'm probably a mess, I thought. Looking in the
bathroom mirror, things weren't as bad as I had feared.
My hair was a bit mussed, my clothes were a bit
rumpled, but I was able to straighten myself out
without too much trouble. My blouse was pretty
wrinkled, but I had brought a light sweater with me
that would cover it up, and Kitty probably wouldn't
notice anything amiss. As I looked at myself again, I
saw the most relaxed, contented look on my face. Any
feelings of remorse seemed to be overwhelmed by the
pleasure and joy I had just experienced.

While there was still a part of my mind that was
telling me what I had done was wrong, it didn't FEEL
wrong at all. In fact, it felt more right than just
about anything I had ever done! I felt physically
fulfilled and loved for the first time, and if it was
two preteen boys who made me feel that way, so what?
None of those jerks in my school would have treated me
with the kind of sensitivity and attentiveness that
Jason and Keith had, that was for sure. As I thought
about it, conventional morality seemed deeply flawed
here. Try as I might, there was no way I could convince
myself that I had sexually "abused" these boys, any
more than they had abused me.

As I plopped down in the soft leather chair in the
living room, I allowed myself to bask in the afterglow
of what had happened. My entire body was totally
relaxed and felt suffused as if with a warm light. I
noticed that my lips and jaw were pretty sore, a
reminder that I had just given four blowjobs! The
thought gave me a nasty little thrill between my legs,
and I let my hand drift downward, slipping it under my
skirt to casually caress my pussy through my still-damp
panties.

I found myself wondering again about Jackie, now that
it seemed I had taken over her role. Who was she,
anyway? How had she come to teach the boys so well? I
felt grateful to her, and wished that I could talk to
her. She was probably the only person who would
understand what I was going through. She certainly must
be an unusual person! So wanton in certain respects,
and yet the boys said she was saving her virginity for
marriage!

I chuckled at the idea. I had never given any thought
to marriage, and certainly had never considered "saving
it" for then. It seemed somehow quaint to me. Not that
I had ever thought about it much, but to me, there
wasn't that much of a difference between oral sex and
"doing it." I mean, I had already sucked their cocks,
so I might as well...

Let them fuck me? I felt my pussy quiver at the
thought. Would I dare to let them do it to me? My hand
found its way into my panties, searching out my virgin
orifice. I slid one slender finger inside the wet hole.
Keith's cock wasn't so much bigger than that, I
thought. It probably wouldn't even hurt to have him put
it inside me. And it would probably feel a whole lot
nicer than my finger! I buried my finger inside my
pussy, my other hand playing across my tits.

My body squirmed as I imagined the little boy on top of
me, poking his cute little brown hard-on into my cunt
while his brother watched, knowing he would be next.
And knowing I was letting them go where Jackie had
never let them -- oh, how sweet that would be! I came
so quickly just thinking about it that it took me by
surprise. I still didn't know if I would have the nerve
to do it, but I sure enjoyed fantasizing about it!

Kitty returned home about an hour later to find me
sitting demurely in the chair, looking for all the
world like the innocent teenage girl I had been only a
week earlier. She thanked me effusively again, and when
she paid me I felt only a slight twinge of guilt. She
asked if I could come back again next week, to which I
gladly agreed. Strolling homeward, I felt as though I
were walking on air, sad only that I would have to wait
a whole week to see the boys again!

To be continued?

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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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