Perverts 'R' Us

A Sleeping Angel

By Invisible Forever (i nvisible_forever@hotmail.com ) (Hetero sex, Pedo, Toddler)

Finding children sexually attractive is not wrong; it isn't a choice, and it's something a person cannot change about his or herself. Reading and writing
erotic fiction featuring children isn't wrong; no one is harmed by fiction.

Child pornography and the physical abuse of children, in any form, is wrong. The psychological damage left upon a child by such events can, and usually does, last a lifetime.

Please keep your desires in the realm of fantasy; don't make them a reality.

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PART 1.

INTRODUCTION

It feels like ages since I began babysitting for Tom and Patricia Davis. In reality though, it's barely been four months since my first night on the job. 'Twas a night I'll never forget, as it marked my first meeting with the beautiful Cindy Davis. Tom and Patty had raised the most beautiful four-year-old girl I'd ever had the good fortune of meeting. I still remember the way her striking blue eyes lit up as she smiled and told me how old she was ("this many"), and the way her silky blonde hair flowed as she turned and ran back to her room giggling, declining my offer to shake her little hand.

Four months I'd spent, babysitting young Cindy at every opportunity. Tom and Patty called me two or three times a week on average, and although the pay was only just decent, the time I spent bonding with their daughter was priceless. At 17, most males don't care to spend time with toddlers, I understand; I was always a little different in that respect. I'm sure it had something to do with the fact that I find little girls to be very sexually attractive, but that didn't mean I couldn't still be a friend and part-time guardian to Cindy. In fact, for quite a while, that's all I was; sexual contact at all seemed out of the question.

Not only was it extremely risky, for obvious reasons, but taking such a step forward would jeopardize the trust Cindy had instilled in me during our time together. After only a couple weeks, she felt completely comfortable snuggling up with me on the couch to watch television. Where she was once too shy even to shake my hand, she had taken to greeting me by running up and embracing me with her thin, girlish arms. Perhaps it was due to my general lack of social contact with people my own age, but Cindy Davis quickly became one of my best friends. And no matter how sexy I ever found her to be, I could never endanger that friendship.

Admittedly, there were times when my hormones seemed to take some degree of control. She'd be resting up against me on the couch as we watched 'The Lion King' for the Nth time, and my hand would casually, almost subconsciously, venture to locations I had no business touching.

I remember one incident in particular. She was wearing nothing but a large t-shirt (which had ridden up considerably) and a pair of flowery cotton panties. The tips of my fingers traveled down from her hip, and eventually came to rest on her little butt; it wasn't until I began softly kneading the tender flesh of her ass that I realized exactly what I was doing. I quickly slipped my hand back to her hip, and nervously glanced down at her; I was relieved to find that her attention was still completely fixed on the television set.

And so I managed to contain my urges for the next few months. I would sometimes catch glimpses at her smooth chest while she changed clothes, and although her breasts were obviously not developing yet, the subtle pink nipples were enough of a turn-on. She'd hug and snuggle with me constantly, often giving me quick kisses on the cheek, but I never let myself touch her in any way that might frighten her. But one night, it became too much to hold back.

HIDDEN TALENT

After her parents had left for their Friday evening on the town, Cindy and I assumed our normal spot on the couch together to watch TV. She wore one of her daddy's t-shirts, whose sleeves hung down past her elbows and whose collar was just a bit more narrow than her little shoulders. Flipping channels, we happened across a gymnastics exhibition. Seeing the young girls somersault and flip about reminded Cindy of her new trick.

"Ooh, ooh! Wanna see something?", she chattered enthusiastically, hopping from the couch.

"Okay," I said, laughing to myself at her youthful exuberance.

"I can do'a headstand!" she explained as that familiar grin crossed her face. She grabbed a throw pillow from the couch and set it against an empty part of the wall.

"Careful, now," I warned her half-heartedly, knowing that the worst she could do is slip and get a rug burn.

"I know!" she answered, as sure of her invincibility as any other child that age.

She dropped down to her knees, facing toward the wall, bending over to place the crown of her head in the center of the throw pillow. She then stood up on her toes, kicked her feet off the ground, and sort of tipped to the left and rolled 'till she was seated on her tush. She laughed and told me to wait, assuring me that she'd get it right the next time; I nodded and watched intently.

Cindy positioned herself once again, and kicked, but didn't get enough height. She landed back in position though, kicked off the ground once more, and then erected herself straight as an arrow, upside-down against the wall. I smiled, and was about to congratulate her, when her big baggy t-shirt flipped down over her face and I suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any underwear.

My mouth hung halfway open and I sat, transfixed on the tiny slit between her legs. Although she was a good ten feet from me, I could see the smooth, hairless folds clearly; my cock surged inside my jeans.

"See? See?", she asked urgently, not realizing I was staring as the shirt had fallen to cover her eyes.

"Oh! Yeah, that's good! Good job..." I couldn't take my eyes off of little Cindy's private parts.

Finally, she came back down and got herself right side up again. Her skin had a soft red tint to it from the blood rushing to her head, making her sparkling blue eyes stand out that much more. She smiled, obviously pleased with herself. I stood up and playfully smoothed out her frayed hair, which suddenly felt so much more soft to the touch for some reason. We then resumed our spot together on the couch, and watched another half-hour of gymnastics until she nodded off, leaning up against me.

As I'd done many times before, I scooped the petite little girl up in my arms and carried her to her room, gently laying her down in bed. Only this time, I didn't tuck her beautiful body under the covers.

PREPARATION

My heart was already beating strong, thumping inside my chest. I switched off the television and checked the clock: only half past ten. Tom and Patty never came home before midnight on Friday. Making my way through the house, I checked all the locks, and shut all the blinds. My erection had wilted temporarily, due to the sudden tension brought on by the knowledge that I was about to carry out a long-time fantasy with the most adorable four-year-old in the world.

I grabbed a handful of tissues, then dimmed the lights in the hallway and opened Cindy's bedroom door all the way, allowing a slanted rectangle of pale light to seep in. The soft illumination was enough for me to see her in, but it was still dim enough to leave me an out, in case she should wake up. I knew this was wrong, but I kept telling myself: 'What she doesn't know won't hurt her.' And I would never hurt my Cindy.

THE ACT

Softly, I whispered her name to ensure she was asleep. Silence, came the response. I traced a fingertip along her cheek gently, and she remained unconscious. To my advantage, Cindy was a very heavy sleeper - more so than your average child. Any of the times I'd arrived at the Davis residence early in the morning, it was always quite a challenge to wake the girl up; this knowledge may have been the deciding factor in me carrying out this fantasy.

My hand reached out and grasped the hem of her shirt, slowly sliding it upward, until it was folded in a heap near her chin, exposing basically the full front of her nude body to me. I took in the sight for a moment; the soft light gave her flawless skin a faint, lovely glow. I took the flesh of her left calf into my right hand, squeezing softly before sliding up to rub along the outside of her thigh. All that could be heard was the rhythmic sound of Cindy's slumber breathing.

I sat down on the side of her bed, slowly, so as not to cause any loud sudden creaks. My hand traveled up to her hip, then her side. My fingers traced the subtle bumps that were her ribs, before daring to finally settle on her nipple. I watched her face as I rubbed softly; her eyelids fluttered softly now and then, but she showed no indication of disturbance.

My cock had grown hard once again, and by now, it was doing all of the thinking for me. I moved my hand down between her thighs, rubbing softly along the exterior of her young pussy. She didn't stir, so I continued, letting my fingers rest in the warm pocket between her thighs, and even very gently probing into the folds of her box with my index finger.

With my free hand, I quietly unzipped my jeans and pulled out my throbbing erection. I removed my right hand from her crotch, and shifted so that I was kneeling beside her. I knew at this stage, even if she woke up, I could quickly drape my shirt over my penis and explain that I was just checking in on her while she slept. So drinking in the sight of her naked young body, I began to jerk off, my hard cock looming over her as I did.

I prayed she wouldn't wake up as my orgasm neared, and the speed of my jerking increased. My eyes locked onto her baby pussy, and for a moment, I wondered what it would feel like to penetrate her; to sink my cock deep inside this tiny four-year-old body. To thrust my thick shaft between those tight, clasping cunt lips over and over, until I finally flooded her premature womb with my seed.

My knees weakened as my balls tightened up. I exhaled sharply as the first thick stream of cum spewed from the tip of my cock, landing on her flat tummy. Quickly, I leaned over her, aiming my prick straight downward, in time for the next jet to splatter her chest. My fist flew up and down the length of my shaft; two, three more full spurts of cum landed on her bare torso.

I milked my last drops of jizz onto her right nipple, panting as quietly as I could to catch my breath. Sweet little Cindy slept on like nothing had happened - oblivious to the fact that her babysitter had just ejaculated all over her nubile young body.

'Jesus Christ,' I thought to myself. 'I just shot my load on Cindy...'

My erection was steadily fading, so I tucked my penis back into my jeans and reviewed my work. Several sizeable ropes had landed across her chest, and most of the first shot that connected with her stomach had pooled up in her belly-button. I dug into my pocket for the tissues I'd brought with me, and very gently wiped most of the cum from her body. I traced my fingers along the soft skin of her chest one more time before fixing her shirt, covering her with a blanket, and giving her a soft kiss goodnight.

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To be continued?

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