NOT  ALL  PEDOPHILES  ARE  MEN,  OR  EVEN  CONSIDERED TO BE ADULTS UNDER CURRENT LAW!

THIS  NEXT  STORY  WAS  TOLD  TO  ME  BY  A  SIXTEEN  YEAR  OLD  GIRL WHO  JUST  HAPPENS  TO  BE  A  PEDOPHILE.

I  MET  THIS  YOUNG  LADY  IN  AN  INTERNET  CHAT  ROOM,  AND  AFTER EXCHANGING  A  GREAT   MANY  EMAILS  WITH   HER,  AND  HAVING  HAD SEVERAL  LONG  PHONE  CONVERSATIONS  WITH  HER  TOO.

I  AM  CONVINCED  THAT  THE  STORY  SHE  TOLD  ME  ABOUT  HER  FIRST ACTUAL   EXPERIENCE  WITH  PEDOPHILIA   IS  100%  TRUE.

….AND….TRUST ME, I  HAVE  A  SIXTH  SENSE  ABOUT  THESE  KINDS  OF THINGS….

SO,  EVEN  THOUGH  I’VE  NEVER  MET  THIS  CHARMING  16  YEAR  OLD  IN PERSON  I  AM  POSTING  THIS  STORY  ABOUT  HER  FIRST  SEXUAL  ENCOUNTER   WITH   A   TODDLER,   HERE   AT   MIDNIGHT   PUBLICATIONS.

BECAUSE   I   BELIEVE   IT   IS   A   DETAILED   TRUE   LIFE   DESCRIPTION   OF  INTER-GENERATIONAL   SEX   &   LOVE    BETWEEN   A   FEMALE  TEENAGER  AND   A   4   YEAR   OLD   BABY   GIRL.  WHICH   PROVIDES  MUCH   EVIDENCE  THAT   SUCH   RELATIONSHIPS   CAN   INDEED   BE  MUTUALLY   CONSENSUAL  AND   ANYTHING   BUT   ABUSIVE   OR  EXPLOITATIVE…

IT IS WRITTEN IN ALMOST EXACTLY THE SAME WORDS IN WHICH IT WAS ORIGINALLY EMAILED TO ME.

IN FACT, OTHER THAN , SPELLING CORRECTIONS, PROVIDING  A TITLE, AND WRITING  A FEW EXTRA  LINES, HERE & THERE  I’VE MADE NO SUBSTANTIAL   CHANGES  IN THIS STORY’S CONTENT.

AND,  TO  REMAIN  TRUE  TO  THE  ORIGINAL  AUTHOR’S  INTENT  IN WRITING  IT ….(NAMELY : TO  SHOW  PEOPLE  THAT  LESBIAN  PEDOPHILIA CAN  BE  A  TRULY  BEAUTIFUL  THING)   I’VE  ONLY  ADDED , (WITH  HER EXPRESS  APPROVAL) SOME  INFORMATION  ABOUT  WHERE  THIS  YOUNG GIRL  LIVES  AND  WHAT  SHE  LOOKS  LIKE,  AT  THE  VERY  BEGINNING OF  THIS  LITTLE  TALE,  AND  CLARIFIED   THE  WORDING  OF  A  COUPLE OF  PARAGRAPHS  ELSEWHERE  IN  THE  PIECE.

AND  THAT  IS  THE  ONLY  REASON  WHY  I  FEEL  COMFORTABLE PUTTING  MY  NAME  ON  THIS  STORY.

BECAUSE,  ASIDE  FROM   THE  MINOR  CHANGES  I’VE  MADE  IN  THIS  YOUNG  LADY’S  TELLING  OF THIS TALE  …..EVERYTHING  ELSE  IS  FAITHFULLY  REPRODUCED  HERE,  JUST  AS  IT  WAS  SENT  TO ME.    

…..I  HOPE  YOU  ENJOY  READING  THIS  TRUE  LIFE  ACCOUNT  OF  TEEN ON  TOT  &  TOT  ON  TEEN  EROTIC  FUN  AND  EMOTIONAL  BONDING!

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THE CHILD LOVING 

    BABY SITTER

                                        BY FRIT77

                    PROLOGUE

Hi my name is Kelly, I'm 16 years old, have long dirty blond hair that goes down to my shoulders and blue eyes.

I’m of average height & weight for a girl my age.

So….to look at me  , I guess most people would think  I’m just your all American white girl from the Black Hills of Custer County  South Dakota.

 I was born & raised in the tiny town of Pringle.  Which   doesn’t even have 150 people…!

Pringle is the kind of place where everybody knows somebody you know, even though we live pretty far apart from each other…..

And…Boy oh boy do people love to gossip here…..

If you ever do anything to make people talk about you, around these parts ….Forget about leaving town…. You’d better leave the county or maybe the whole dang state!

That’s why I’ve never told anyone about my sexual desires for females!

This is a fundamentalist Christian (and Mormon) community, and lesbianism is just not something you talk about openly around here.

And…..If anybody ever found  out that I like real young  little girls ( I’m talking toddlers ) I think I’d wind up getting beaten up, or maybe even killed!

Still, I can’t help feeling this way….It’s just the way I am….

Hell!  Even when I was 12 years old I was sexually attracted to 4 & 5 year old girls.

Still…I never thought I’d get to act on my desires until quite recently when my Mother got me a job babysitting for one of her friends who lives just a short drive away from us.

And I guess that’s the place to start telling you  the story of my very first sexual encounter with a toddler….

So, here goes…..

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My mom and I stepped up to the door, and she rang the doorbell. Mrs. Harrison, who worked where my mom did, opened it and invited us in.

“So, Linda,” Mrs. Harrison said to my mom, “This is your daughter, Kelly?”

My mom smiled and replied, “Yes, Trina, this is Kelly.”

Mrs. Harrison smiled at me and reached out to shake my hand. “I'm glad to meet you, Kelly.”

“Me, too, Mrs. Harrison,” I said softly.

“So Kelly”,  she continued, “Your mom tells me that you just turned sixteen a couple of weeks ago.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

“Well, I started babysitting when I was about that age, too.”

I managed a nervous smile. This was my first babysitting job, and I didn't want to mess it up.

My mom spoke up, “Well, Trina, I need to get supper finished, but I'll be just a few blocks away if Kelly needs anything, Ok?”

“Oh, I'm sure she'll be fine……We’re going to dinner and to the movies with some friends of ours who live in Rapid City…..And, because we’re going to see a double feature tonight, and the drive to and from Rapid City is rather long, I’m afraid we won’t be home till late…..But either me or my husband will bring Kelly home when we get back in around 1:00 AM.”

“That's fine.”  My Mom said “She has her own  house key to let herself in when you drop her off at home tonight . This way, she won’t have to wake me up  to get in the front door  ”.

With that explained mom left, and Mrs. Harrison led me to the sofa. “Have a seat, Kelly,” she said, picking up a piece of paper from the table beside the sofa.

I sat down and scooted back.

“Here's a list of all the phone numbers you can reach us at if you need us —cell phones, the restaurant, the movie theater, and even the number of the place where our friends live if you should need to contact them for some reason, and I trust you already know the sheriff’s number and the 911 emergency number if, God forbid you should need to use them. Right?

“I certainly do Mrs. Harrison” I said in my most responsible sounding voice as I took the numbers from her and put them in my pocket….

“All right then, we’ll be home before 1:00 AM I assure you.”

“Yes, ma'am,” I nodded.

Just then a cute, blond child ran into the room from the hallway and, noticing me, slowed her pace, and then, shyly hid behind her mother. She wore a T-shirt, a short blue jean skirt and tennis shoes.

“And this is four-year-old Sadie.” She picked Sadie up and turned her toward me. “Sadie, this is Kelly,” she said pleasantly.

I smiled and said as nicely as I could, “Hi, Sadie.”

Sadie still looked at me suspiciously as her mother spoke, “Sadie needs to get her bath at about 8 PM, and needs to be in bed by 9. You guys can play games or watch some TV, and there's some food warming in the oven for both of you.”

At that point  Mr. Harrison walked  into the living room  all dressed up in a suit & tie and introduced himself to me.

“Pleased to meet you Kelly, I’m Trina’s husband” he said, “I hope you don’t mind the fact that we’re asking you to stay over so late”.

“No….That’s not a problem for me” I told him.

“Fine” he replied. 

 And in just a few more minutes, they were gone.

I got Sadie to show me where all the doors were, so I could check to make sure they were locked. Then, we went into the kitchen to eat.

I got two dishes from the cupboard above the sink and two drinking glasses too.

Then I heated up the chicken, macaroni, and green beans, I’d found in the oven and served them to both of us along with some orange Kool-Aid from the fridge.

After our meal I quickly did the dishes while playing guessing games with Sadie who had climbed up and sat beside me on the kitchen counter next to the sink as I washed , dried and put each  dish, cup, pan and utensil away in it’s proper place.

When I was done  Sadie  took me into her room and showed me all of her toys , dolls and teddy bears.

We played pretend tea party with her toy cups & saucers for a while   with her dolls and stuffed animals as our guests , until the little 4 year old got tired of doing this.

Then this darling child said she wanted to watch TV, so we went into the den and sat on the couch.

I picked up the remote and turned on a cartoon channel for her that she said she liked.

By this time Sadie had gotten over her shyness and scooted right up beside me. She took my hand and raised it up over her head, and let my arm fall around her shoulders.

Then, she turned her attention back to the TV.

We watched several episodes of SpongeBob Square Pants, with Sadie cuddled up to me, as I gently rubbed my fingertips along her side.

 I wasn't really paying much attention to it at first, but I  noticed after a time, that Sadie's shirt had ridden up and my fingertips were on her bare skin.

Sadie excitedly fidgeted  and jostled around slightly in that funny way toddlers have of doing when they’re sitting down somewhere. And she started , twisting  in her seat too , so that her side would be against the sofa.

By this time her shirt had ridden up into her arm pits and  I just absent mindedly moved my hand to her bare stomach and continued stroking her softly.

Still engrossed in the Sponge Bob cartoons she was watching, I began moving my hand up and down her tummy.

 Sadie wiggled and scooted around  a little bit more, but then seemed to calm down.

All of a sudden I looked down and realized that, without meaning to , I had slipped my hand down below her skirt and underneath it, and was now rubbing her tiny panty-covered pussy.

I froze, not knowing what to do.

 Do I take my hand away? Do I leave my hand there?

Hesitating in uncertainty over what I was doing , my pedophilic longings fought with my better judgment as I struggled with my decision…..

Then….. at that  very moment, Sadie turned her head to face me, reached both of her hands up around my neck, pulled me towards her, and kissed me on the mouth.

 Of course, it was just a child's kiss; and purely innocent.

And certainly nothing like a lover’s kiss or anything of  that sort.

Still, that little 4 year old’s baby kiss seemed like an invitation to me , and  I began to  breathe a little faster as I considered the possibility that maybe that little peck on the lips was a small child’s equivalent of a pass…..

After that sweet toddler’s show of affection, Sadie only pulled away from me a few inches, and I looked into her eyes.

They were a beautiful blue and seemed to sparkle, radiating love.

She was looking at me like this with my hand still up her skirt & between her legs.

Therefore, it was obvious that this little tyke didn’t mind me sexually touching her at all….And I simply  had to find out if she wanted more physical attention from me or not…..

So….With my free hand, I gently pulled her close again, for another kiss.

Pressing my lips onto hers, I held them there for a longer, slower kiss this time.

Our closed mouth kiss lasted several seconds……And, when she finally opened her tiny mouth slightly, I slipped my tongue inside.

 Her mouth felt so warm, and tasted so good I couldn’t get over it.

Then, this little 4 year old wonder started sucking on my tongue.

AHHHHH!  It was pure heaven…..And it seemed to me that Sadie actually wanted more sexual stimulation, even though I’m certain ,that at her age, she didn’t really know what it was….she was asking for.

I felt her legs part some more, and she moved her pelvis up a bit, seeming to encourage me to continue playing with her toddler cunt.

Unable to restrain myself I slipped my hand into her tiny panties and began to trace two fingers along her young slit, gently opening her small delicate pussy  folds as my probing middle and index fingers went slowly back and forth over her teeny , prepubescent vulva .

At the top of her slit, I worked a single fingertip in to her tight little pussy and down to her clit, and when I touched it, she gasped for air.

 I rubbed it lightly, but deliberately, knowing how I liked to rub my own clit when I masturbated.

As I was doing this my kisses became more and more passionate, and Sadie started breathing very quickly.

 She began to buck her hips into my hand, and I knew it would not be long before I gave her the first orgasm of her life…..

 Suddenly, her body tensed up, then, shook as the orgasm hit her.

 I slowed my rubbing to a stop, and removed my hand from her panties.

Then I pulled slowly away from her lips, locking my eyes onto hers.

She smiled a pretty little girl smile at me, then turned back to the TV and snuggled up close to my body once again.

At that point my head was spinning …..And I feared the consequences of what I had done…..

“Why couldn’t I control my urges?”

“Why couldn’t I have just ignored her naked tummy when I felt it against my hand?”

“Why didn’t I just stop when I saw I was touching  this little girl in improper ways?”

My conscience castigated and tortured  me with these questions as I sat there gripped with shame and fearful  worry…

If Sadie’s mother & father ever  found out that I’d rubbed and fingered their baby daughter’s pussy and French kissed her too, they’d probably freak out in an hysterical mania and a  murderous rage.

And……

At the very least I’d end up being arrested for sure….

Then everyone in Pringle and the whole of Custer County would start gossiping to beat the band about: “Kelly ,the 16 year old child molester”.

It would most likely make front page news in The Custer County Chronicle, and there’d probably be an editorial write up about me in The Rapid City Journal ( the most popular & widely circulated newspaper in our part of South Dakota) too.

If that were to happen ,my family would be disgraced…..They  might   have to leave the state because of the terrible shame I’d brought upon them.

  I’d be in prison somewhere for years …. And, even after I got out of jail I’d be forever after  branded as a sex offender.

Still…..despite all these frightening  ruminations, my pedophilic desires were screaming at me to go ahead and touch that little tyke in sexual ways again……’Cause I might never get another opportunity  like this as long as I lived…

“Besides , Sadie  seemed to enjoy  my kisses and my touching of her private parts ……And  she really seemed to take pleasure in the very first orgasm of her life , which I’d given her……So, no harm  had been done , and  maybe it had actually been good for her”.

Anyway…..That’s what the pedophile side of my personality was trying to persuade me to believe.

“Which argument was right?”  I had to wonder???

In this mental tug of war between the “good girl” in me , who was so worried and ashamed, and the “bad girl”  who was horny as all hell, and insisting nothing wrong had been done……I guess the “bad girl” won, because I suddenly threw caution to the wind and reached out to touch this adorable little 4 year old in sexual ways once more……

Putting my fingers under the elastic band of her panties and reaching for  that tight preschooler  pussy of her’s again I quickly found the tiny nub of her clitty and started gently tweaking it with my thumb and forefinger.

“OOOH! That feels sooooo good Kelly!”  Sadie squealed to me.

I laughed and told her “when I touch you like this, it means I love you”  still tweaking and messaging her clit with my fingers.

“GEE! I never knew love could feel like this !”  she moaned in wonder and delight!

We both giggled together at what she had said.

I just couldn’t help but laugh at this lovable little girl’s silly but insightful remark.

What is it they say? “Out of the mouths of babes ,oft times come gems..”   How true.

As I continued toying with Sadie’s slit and clitty with my right hand I pulled her near  to me with my left hand and then hugged her as close as I possibly could.

Sadie responded by wrapping her little  arms around me and squeezing  me tight…

“I love you Kelly”  She sighed.

“Oh God! I love you too Sadie”  I replied , feeling my heart melt at the adoration that this angel of a child was expressing for me.

I took my hand out of her panties and (with both of my arms around her ) held this irresistible little doll of a girl just as tightly  as she was holding me.

Oh! What joy there is to be found in a child’s warm embrace!

We sat there on the couch and hugged each other for what seemed like an  eternity , and it occurred to me as I held this darling little cutie pie close to my heart that  I was truly happy!

Perhaps happier than I’d ever been in my entire life….. 

And, in those magnificent golden moments I had to ask myself a question…..

“If sexually loving a child is “evil”  &  “harmful”  & “wrong”  then how could what I was sharing with this precious little tot right now  seem so heavenly & healing & right???”

I couldn’t get over the fact that  a 4 year old child , had  let me-----a 16 year old woman------touch her in sexual ways , and had  actually  enjoyed  it and saw it  as an expression of ultimate love and devotion!

When we finally broke our embrace I just sat there for a while   in utter  astonishment as Sadie continued watching cartoons…..While lovingly hanging all over me.

She had her two arms wrapped around my upper arm, on the side she was sitting next to me on ,  her little head was resting on  my upper shoulder, and one of her tiny legs was sprawled across my thighs.

As I sat there I couldn’t get over this display of adoration.  It was really cute.

Clearly she was comfortable with me next to her on the couch, and she’d responded quite positively to the sexual love we’d just shared too!

In just the short span of a few hours, this endearing  little 4 year old had gone from being wary of me to acting as if she’d known me all her life.

I found that change to be absolutely amazing!

And I remember thinking to myself that even though we’d only met that night , Sadie and I had bonded with each other in a very special way.

It was like she  had become  a baby sister  to me, and I knew deep in my heart that she was starting to think of me as her big sister too.

Anyway…..

Before I knew it, eight o'clock had come, and it was time for Sadie's bath.

We went to her room to get some clean panties and her pajamas, and then entered the bathroom.

“How warm do you like your bath water, Sadie?” I asked.

“Oh, a little warm, but not too hot. O.K.? ”

“Sure baby” I replied.

I sat on the edge of the tub and turned the hot and cold faucets on, testing the water with my hand to get a warm mix that was not too hot & not too cold.

When I finally got it the way I thought Sadie would want it, I turned toward her.

My eyes got wide with surprise when I saw that Sadie had already removed her clothes.

 Her blond hair hung down below her shoulders. Her body was normal, I guess, for a four-year-old.

She had no baby fat and, of course, no breasts, just small dime-sized areolas with a point of a nipple in the center of each.  No hips, either, just her small slit and smooth, hairless skin all around it.

 I began to breathe quickly as I looked at her perfect nude little tot body.

She smiled at me and stepped past me and into the bathtub. As she did, I caught a glimpse of her nicely rounded baby girl bottom.

Her tiny ass cheeks looked like two perfect little round loaves of bread, to me , and it was all I could do to keep from leaning over and covering them with kisses.

Sadie sat down into the water, grabbed the soap, and started washing her hands and arms, then her legs and feet. I turned off the water when it covered her legs.

“Will you wash my hair for me, Kelly?” she asked.

“Sure, sweet heart” I said, kneeling beside the tub. “Where's the shampoo?”

“I'll get it,” she said, getting to her feet.

 The shampoo was on a shelf above the tub, against the wall.

 As Sadie reached for it, her small ,wet, 4 year old, toddler behind glistened in front of me and again I was tempted to taste it, or at least reach out and touch those irresistible baby bunns of hers…..

This time I couldn’t help myself and gently put my hand on her naked ass  , just to cop a feel of those two perfectly formed tiny pinkish white globes of hers.

She giggled as I felt up  her bare behind. 

Then Sadie  turned towards me , gave me the shampoo and sat back down without saying anything about the little goose  I’d given her backside.

“Ok honey, let’s get your hair wet now”. I said as I cupped my hands and dipped them into the tub water.

I held my cupped hands, filled with water , over Sadie’s head and released  it to soak her hair. I did this several times until her hair was thoroughly wet and ready for the shampoo while Sadie scooted her bottom along the tub and began to lie back.

 As she did this, her legs parted, giving me a quick view of her young pussy before rising back up from the water.

Then she turned her back towards me, so I   could wash her hair.

 As I applied and worked the shampoo into her long, wet, blond tresses , we talked about her favorite cartoons and toys, and I soon had the entire top of her head covered with white sudsy foam  and bubbles .

“Ok,” I said, turning  the bath tub faucet half on, so the water was just a gentle cascade…. “Turn around with your back to the running water, then lie back and rinse the suds out of your hair.” I told her.

As she turned around to lie down and put her head under the faucet I kept one hand on the back of her head and one hand on her chest to steady her.

While  rinsing the soap from her hair, I  began lightly rubbing her chest, slipping gently to one of her tiny nipples, and  then the other.

 I saw the soap floating in the water, so I picked it up quickly and started moving it across her chest, letting my fingertips play slightly on her skin.

 I washed her tummy, sticking my finger into her belly button, making her giggle.

I continued moving the soap down her body as she opened her legs to let me run the bar of soap over her smooth little pussy mound.

I let the soap go into the water between her legs  and brought it back up the length of her slit, pressing one of its corners between her pussy lips.

She gasped when I moved it over her clit several times, but didn't seem to mind at all.

After a few minutes, I turned the water off and let go of the soap, but kept rubbing Sadie between her legs with my finger.

Her hips began to jerk toward my hand a little so I replaced my finger with my thumb, and moved my finger to her pussy.

 As I slowly began inserting my finger into her pussy, Sadie let out a moan.

 I looked up at her. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was getting faster. I knew it wouldn't be long before the second orgasm of her life hit her.

I pushed my finger deep into her prepubescent sex slowly, but steadily.

Her 4 year old pussy was incredibly tight and gripped my finger with a strength I couldn’t believe a little girl was capable of.

 When my finger was halfway in, I felt her hymen and smiled.

 I remembered the day, years ago when I was about 10 , that  I took my own cherry with the handle of a hairbrush.

 I decided I wasn't going to let Sadie lose her’s to something so  impersonal as  that, but to someone who cared about her and wanted to make  her feel wonderful.

 I slid my finger out and pushed two fingers back in, all the way to her hymen wall.

Then I began pumping them in and out of her tiny slit very quickly as she squeezed, her tiny cunt muscles all around my probing, penetrating fingers.

“Ohhhh,” Sadie groaned.

I kept on rubbing her clit with my thumb, and, sure enough, I felt her body begin to tense up.

 When the orgasm hit, I thrust my two fingers as deeply and quickly  as I could into her cunt.

 As I tore through her hymen, her eyes shot open, she sat up, and cried out in pain and maybe some fear too.