Perverts 'R' Us
A Sleeping Angel, Part 2 - 'Bath Time'
By Invisible Forever (invisible_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 2 - 'BATH TIME'
RETROSPECT
All week, I fought - and failed - to remove the image of my cum-covered little angel from my head. In the first months I'd spent getting to know her, I often thought of Cindy throughout the day, but never to this extent; the little princess was now totally dominating my thoughts. Even worse was the new dilemma I discovered after my first sexual encounter with the sleeping girl: masturbation had suddenly lost its spark.
Home alone, I'd often replay the incident in my head. Recalling the feel of my hands on her soft flesh, and the sight of my seminal fluids decorating her silky smooth skin would always quickly arouse me to the point that I'd be forced to pull out my cock and start jerking. But as I did, I quickly realized that it just wasn't the same. It lacked the excitement. It lacked Cindy.
So for six long days and nights, I waited for a call from the Davis'. Paranoia set in after five days of silence; I suddenly feared that I'd left behind some trace of evidence. Did I clean her thoroughly enough? Did I forget to cover Cindy up after I was through? Or, could she possibly have been only pretending to sleep as I explored her body that night...?
My fears were finally dispelled Thursday night, when Patricia Davis gave me a last- minute phone call.
"I'm sorry to give you such short notice, but do you think you could come by and keep an eye on Cindy tomorrow night? Tom's work schedule suddenly shifted, so it turns out he and I will be able to make it out to this play we'd been planning to see," Pat explained, a slight desperation evident in her words.
"Oh, sure, sure, no problem! Yeah, I don't really have any plans for tomorrow night, so I can make it over there. No problem," I repeated myself, trying not to sound too eager.
"Oh, perfect! You're a lifesaver, you know that? We'll be sure to throw in a little something extra for making such hasty plans," she said, now much more relieved.
"That's okay, Mrs. Davis, it's really no trouble. I enjoy spending time with Cindy just the same, so don't worry about extras or anything." I cut myself off before I said too much.
"Okay, then we'll see you at seven o'clock. Thanks again!"
I sighed, and quickly realized the irony in the fact that I was more relieved than Patricia was after our phone conversation. Seven o'clock, Friday night; I was less than twenty-four hours away from another night with Cindy.
GOOD FORTUNE
I arrived at the Davis' door at 7:02pm. Patricia answered, adjusting her right earring as she welcomed me into their home.
"Sorry, we're just running a little late," she explained as she walked quickly back toward her bedroom. When she returned, she was hastily slipping on a black jacket over her dress; Tom Davis sat back on the couch, quietly amused.
"You mean YOU'RE running a little late - I've been ready for the past twenty minutes," he said, shooting me a cocky grin. "You know how women are."
"Yeah," I laughed casually to be polite.
"Tom, help me find my purse! We're going to be late!" The urgent tone of her voice told Mr. Davis that she wasn't joking around, and so he got up to search for the missing purse.
"Um... anything I can do to kinda speed things up for you guys?" I offered as humbly as I could.
"Oh, do you think you could give Cindy a quick bath before you put her to bed? We just didn't have time, with all this rushing around, and..." Pat trailed off as she turned to continue her search on a nearby shelf.
"Yeah, sure, no problem," I said, fighting back a smile.
"Here it is," Tom exclaimed, holding up Patricia's purse. She snatched it away from him and the two hurried out the door, hoping still to make it out on time.
This was as perfect a situation as I could imagine. Not only were the Davis' literally asking me to put my hands on their naked little daughter, but by doing so, they were confirming that they had absolutely no suspicions about me. I smiled to myself, and went to find my angel.
BATH TIME
I found Cindy in her room sitting at a miniature table, hosting a tea party with some imaginary friends. She noticed me peeking in the doorway and invited me to join the lavish occasion; I gratefully accepted. "You sit there," she instructed, pointing to a tiny pink chair straight across from her.
"It's a little small for me..." I joked with her, trying to adjust to a comfortable position in the undersized seat.
"Here, this' yours," she said with a smile, placing a plastic pink cup before me. "Drink!"
I laughed to myself quietly and picked up the cup, being careful not to spill as I took a small sip; it tasted like tap water.
"Like it?" she quizzed me.
"Yeah, it's good," I fibbed. "What kind of tea is this?"
"It's MY tea," she answered with a grin before quickly downing the remainder of her own drink.
"You know, your mommy and daddy asked me to give you a bath tonight. So what do you say, squirt? Wanna get cleaned up now?" I asked, quite eager already.
"Can I have bubbles?" she inquired. I assumed she meant bubble bath.
"Sure you can. Now, take... uh, take off your clothes, while I go run the water, okay?" I found sudden discomfort in asking Cindy to remove her clothing.
"Okay!" Her youthful exuberance never waned.
I began running a tub of warm water, looking around for the bubble solution as it filled. As I checked the upper cabinet, Cindy came dashing in behind me, stark naked.
"What'cha doing?" she asked, tapping the small of my back with her small index finger.
"Do you know where mommy and daddy keep the bubble bath?" I turned and asked her, trying not to stare too overtly.
"Oh, it's in here!" she pushed past me and opened the lower cabinet, bending over to retrieve the bottle.
As she bent down, her shapely bottom came into full view, and it was quite a sight to behold. I suppose it was just primal instinct kicking in, but for a
moment, something inside me just wanted to grab Cindy's tiny hips and force my growing erection deep inside her.
I knew in my mind I could never hurt Cindy, but the desire was intense, almost overwhelming. For that split-second, I wanted nothing more than to couple myself with her, and flood her unwilling little body with my potent seed. Thankfully though, I came to my senses just as the bright-eyed youngster handed me the bottle.
Cindy climbed into the tub as I poured a generous amount of the bubble bath mixture under the faucet. The bubbles quickly covered the water, inciting clapping and giggles from the darling little girl. I shut the faucet off when the water level was high enough, and proceeded to roll up my sleeves.
I knelt down by the bathtub and gently began soaping her shoulders, using my hands and the soap itself to lather her small body. She giggled and turned to me.
"Mommy uses a washcosh," she explained to me.
"A washcloth?" I asked her, knowing full well what she meant.
"Yeah!" she confirmed. "A washcosh."
"You don't always have to use a washcosh, though," I answered, submitting to her dialect. "You can get clean if you just use your hands to get all soapy, too."
She just laughed and went on playing in the bubbles, which I took to mean that she didn't mind my method. I continued to soap her shoulders, then carefully washed up around her neck and arms. Her back was next; she laughed and splashed playfully as I rolled my finger over the rounded bumps of her spine.
I soaped up my right hand and slowly lathered her chest, casually rubbing her little nipples as I went. She didn't notice a thing; her only complaint was that I was interfering with her toy boats as I washed her front side. I gently scrubbed her little legs, starting at her feet, but came to a point of deliberation once I got near mid-thigh.
"Does mommy usually wash your... privates for you?" I tried to phrase the question as softly as possible.
"Uh-huh," she said, still paying more attention to her toys than to me.
"Would you mind... er, do you want me to wash you... there?" I asked her, my cock now fully erect in my jeans.
"You hafta!" she said with a smile that quickly shattered my apprehensions.
I ran my soapy hand down her tummy and to her crotch, slowly rubbing against the outer lips of her young pussy. She stopped playing with her boats for the moment and gave me a smile which simply hypnotized me, distancing me far from what I should've been doing. There I sat, gazing into her eyes, with my fingers tickling her smooth little snatch. I might've stayed locked in her gaze forever if not for the sudden barking of a dog outside.
I snapped back to reality, laughing to break the uncomfortable silence. Cindy helped me rinse the last remnants of soap from her body before we toweled her off and got ready for bed.
STORY TIME
Maintaining control while bathing Cindy was one thing. Drying the little thing off was no walk in the park either; working the thin towel into the crease
between her soft little buns was enough to make my aching prick jump in my pants. As I tucked her in bed, I knew that as soon as she fell asleep, she'd become my toy once more.
"I'm not tired yet," came a tiny voice, just as I was about to leave the room.
"Huh? But it's your bedtime, Cindy. You need to get your beauty sleep," I said, returning to her bedside and stroking her soft blonde hair.
"Can you read me a story?" She pleaded with her big blue eyes. I couldn't resist.
We picked out 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears', a classic that I remember my parents reading to me in my youth. I took a seat at the foot of Cindy's bed and flipped open the book, but before I could begin with the first sentence, she'd crawled out from under her covers and was finding a comfortable spot to sit on my lap.
I assumed this must've been something she was used to with her parents, and I couldn't very well tell her no, so I just tried to grit my teeth, hoping she wouldn't notice that she was sitting on something unusually hard.
She finally settled with her cute little butt at such an angle that my hard cock nestled comfortably up against her crack. She eagerly bounced up and down, encouraging me to get started with the book; I found it increasingly difficult not to let my excitement get the best of me.
My erection stayed at full strength as I read her the story, never wilting even a bit. As I finally came to the last paragraph, I realized Cindy was falling
asleep, leaning her head against my chest. I quietly set the book aside, and lay her down in bed, covering her up and turning out the lights. I made my way to the living room and sat down to watch television for a bit while Cindy fell into a deeper sleep.
THE ACT REVISITED
A full week I'd waited, without relieving myself once. As an average 17-year-old male, I was used to jacking off on a daily basis. But I'd now gone without for what felt like an eternity. No help was the unwitting minx; Cindy may not have realized it, but she'd been the world's biggest cock tease through the whole evening.
Feeling much more confident (and horny) than last week, I stripped off my pants and boxer shorts completely, leaving myself nude from the waist down. I silently stroked the length of my six-inch shaft as I stood over my sleeping angel, watching as a bead of precum formed at the very tip.
The transparent liquid dripped slowly from my cock hole, hanging down and settling upon her lower lip. The sight only made me stiffer, and now almost possessed, I began stroking my cock vigorously.
I jerked until a thick dribble of precum began to pour out of my dick. Taking a deep breath, I lowered the swollen head to Cindy's lips, letting it come into direct contact. A thin wisp of her warm breath slipped out over the head of my cock just as it settled down on her soft, silky lips. I gently stroked the base of my prick as it now drooled my clear fluid onto her tiny mouth.
When I could take no more, I brought my tool back upward, jerking hard and fast as my orgasm rapidly approached. I replayed the events of the evening in my head: a sexy nude four-year-old, bending over directly in front of me; rubbing this four-year-old's tight young pussy in the bath; then feeling my raging hard cock pressed up between the cheeks of her ass as I read her a bedtime story. I groaned in quiet ecstasy.
I knew this could very well awaken her, but I didn't care. I was too far gone on my need to cum, so I increased the speed of my strokes. The first shot caught me almost by surprise - a long rope of cum splashed out diagonally across her face, stretching from her chin, out over her nose and to her left eyelid.
This only triggered another torrent of huge blasts. Wad after wad of thick jizz spewed from the tip of my cock, landing across her cheeks, her nose, her forehead. My dick spasmed as it continued to fire off powerful jets of warm, creamy seed. This ejaculation had been a week in the making, and my balls were now letting loose on this unconscious toddler.
I milked out the last streams of cum, which dripped out of my shaft and onto Cindy's pink lips. Then, finally drained, I ceased manipulating my manhood. My crazed lust suddenly relieved, I was now faced with the reality of the situation: Cindy's faced was absolutely covered in semen.
A shot of panic hit me suddenly. Cindy remained asleep, but how would I possibly clean her up without waking her? Throwing my shorts and pants back on, I made off for the bathroom and a soft, damp washcloth.
AFTERMATH
Cindy was positively caked with my cream. Half of her face was covered with the stuff, which had come into contact with all of her major features. I decided to begin with the most crucial areas: the eyes, and the mouth.Slowly and carefully, I began to wipe my cum from her fluttering eyelids. I stroked away the fluid with tiny strokes of the cloth, being careful not to let any of it collect in the corners of her eyes. After that, I used a clean corner of the "washcosh" to whisk away the mess which had been made of her little mouth and chin.
All was going smoothly until I accidentally tickled her nose in sweeping away one thick wad of jizz which had settled there. My heart sank into my stomach as her eyes slowly opened and she stared up at me; I'd done a fair job of cleaning most of her face, but two sizeable ropes of my seed still clung to her forehead. I desperately searched for something to say.
"Oh! Hey, you... I just came in to check on you! How come you're awake?" My voice shook with tension.
"It's too hot," she complained, kicking away her comforter and leaving herself covered only by the sheets. In her words, I found an alibi.
"I know, it is hot... I brought this damp washcloth in here because it looked like your face was a little bit sweaty," I lied through my teeth, casually folding the cloth over and dabbing her forehead.
I made a quick but careful sweeping motion, lifting away the last noticeable remains of my ejaculation. She just smiled up at me, completely unknowing. I smiled back and playfully ruffled her blonde locks, telling her to go back to sleep.
And sleep she did.
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To be continued...
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