First Encounter With My Pedo Self

by Becky

My seamless transition (and my first story) to little girls.

It wasn't that I was particularly lonely, but the lack of attention from my husband was particularly striking. Our romance eroded gradually over the months once the reality of scraping together a living came to us. This after we had eloped at only 21. Since I had just got laid off, I had nothing better to do most days than just stare out of the kitchen window into the courtyard of our apartment complex, that always seemed to be teeming with children. It provided me with at least some human connection.

Cassandra was a woman you would describe as stunning. Mid 30s, gorgeously Anglo-Saxon, blond hair, and a slim body that writhed whenever she walked past me. I had always been bisexual - but my sexual opportunities presented themselves more with men than women. Last time I was with a girl was in my freshman year.

There was something about Cassandra that just made me want to grab her and devour her. She was a single mom - maybe that vulnerability, combined with her stunning looks was a very heady mix for me. I would wait by the window every morning and evening just to see her go to work and come back. To see her walk, occasionally smile when she would notice me, was a big part of my day. Often I would just lay back and think of being with her, and orgasm quite regularly. Some days her thoughts would drive me insane, and I could only think of being with her, holding her, kissing her, kissing every inch of her wonderful body, and sleep holding her close well into the night. On days when we would exchange neighborly chat by the parking lot, I would only stare at her and hoped she wouldn't notice me ogling starry-eyed.

Nicole was only 6, but already one could see Cassandra's genes finding expression in her amazing beauty. Not that they looked similar - Nicole was more well rounded than her mom, her legs and ass were shaped by great muscle tone even at that tender age. But she did have her mother's long blond hair, and her beautiful eyes and nose. I had not started out finding Nicole sexually attractive. But as my pining for her mother increased day by day, and not being able to find the courage to even talk to her about it, I gradually found myself feeling attracted to the next best thing to her - her daughter Nicole.

My daydreams about Cassandra started finding a way to include Nicole in them. I didn't even know what sexual arousal a 6 year old was capable of, but she showed up at opportune times in my fantasies. Where I would just hold her close, and think about feeling my hands on her shapely legs, her well rounded bubble butt, and planting tender butterfly kisses all over her. I wanted to feel repulsed by these thoughts, but I couldn't. They were just so wonderful and tender and at the end of the day - only fantasies.

All that changed with striking ease. I heard frantic knocking on my door one July afternoon. I opened the door to find a flustered Cassandra with Nicole in tow. She was almost out of breath, and before I could even say "Hi", she burst out about how she had to rush for a job interview, and her babysitter had canceled at the last minute leaving her in a bind, and that if I would be kind enough to keep Nicole for a few hours. I, of course, agreed. Even though we were never that close as neighbors, she knew enough about me to trust me with this.

For the first few minutes I was alone with Nicole, I didn't even know what to think. Everything happened so suddenly that I was still trying to figure out if this was a good thing or not. We exchanged small talk about her school, her friends, and offered her some OJ and crackers while she watched TV. She was dressed in a blue denim shorts, a white top and her beautiful blond hair was tied up in a nice high pony tail. As she lay on the couch, I could only stare at her beautiful legs and my thoughts drifted to all the wonderful times we had had together in her "guest appearance" in my fantasies.

It didn't even occur to me, at the time, that there was a possible opportunity here to fulfill some of those fantasies. This was because I had never ever thought of them as coming true ever, and partly because I felt that I still had some semblance of moral uprightness left in me.

But as the day wore on, most of my hesitation melted away in the heat of arousal that just having Nicole in the same room as me, was causing me. I pretended to read, while ogling at this wonderful beauty, who was so engrossed in watching television, that she didn't even notice me. We barely spoke. And I barely took my eyes off her.

As if it was meant to be encouragement from heaven, I soon noticed that Nicole has fallen asleep while on the couch. I got up to switch the TV off, and just settled by her on the floor simply to look at her. My heart was beating faster, and I couldn't get enough of her. My head was awash with all my thoughts of being with Cassandra, and somehow being close to Nicole transposed those thoughts towards Nicole.

Her beautiful red lips, her amazingly long eyelashes, her smooth shapely legs as they half dangled form the couch, were all too intoxicating for me. I moved closer to her lips, just to be able to smell her warmth, maybe even just feel them lightly. I moved closer and closer till I could feel her wonderful baby lips touch mine. I just stayed there, barely touching her lips, just closing my eyes and savoring the moment, feeling her warm lips on mine. My heart was racing so fast I could barely breathe. But I just couldn't take my lips off Nicole. I stayed there for what seemed like forever, and didn't realize when my hands had started to caress her hair, her neck, her shoulders - all the while feeling her lips on mine.

Feeling her warm smooth skin on my hands jolted my body into overdrive. I could feel the rush of hormones through me, and my pussy started to tingle. I couldn't think. Something just took me over, and I started kissing her all over, through her clothes. Not leaving any inch on her face and neck untouched - I planted butterfly kisses anywhere I pleased. My hand started to push under her top and feel her smooth warm belly. My other hand started to unbutton my jeans and feel my tingling pussy - which was dripping wet by now. She barely stirred. I didn't care even if she woke up now. I was so much in the throes of passion that I couldn't care less for the consequences.

I kicked my jeans off, lay beside her and gently removed her top. Heaven. Just the anticipation of being able to kiss that lovely 6 year old torso made me almost cum. Feeling her warm baby skin on my lips was better than anything I had kissed before. I nuzzled into her belly, kissing everywhere I could, moving up to her sweet raw, undeveloped nipples - circling them with my tongue, then moving back down again to her belly and licking every inch of it. She barely stirred. And I just couldn't stop now.

Pulling her shorts and panties off was the easy part. Trying to roll her onto her back so I could get to her pussy was a different matter. Realizing that that might be fraught with the danger of waking her up, I simply slid my face down behind her, as she lay on her side. Just the mere sight of her beautiful little ass made my heart nearly stop. I took her beautiful ass cheeks in my hands and spread them apart, diving my nose right into her beautiful crack. The smell was heaven. The sight even better. I gazed at her beautiful pink asshole and wondered about the best way to devour it. Gently feeling my way around it with my tongue, I wet her asshole completely that it almost seemed to be dripping. Her hole was glistening with my saliva that almost made it more inviting. I spread her cheeks even wider apart and tried to probe her anus with my tongue by trying to almost fuck it. My tongue didn't make much headway inside, but it was enough to leave a lingering taste in my mouth that I can still feel.

By this time I was ready to explode, but I had to get to her pussy. But maybe today was not the day. Didn't want to wake her up and get discovered. I couldn't hold it any more. I got up, and straddled her face, being careful not to touch it. My pussy hovered inched over her face as my fingers worked me. I could see a couple of drops of my juices falling on her neck and cheeks, but I had to come now. This was just driving me crazy. I looked down to see my pussy just over her lips..and my fingers moving faster and faster - until I exploded in a climax that was so explosive that my whole body writhed in spasm.

I had hardly begun to experience the full impact of my orgasm when my dripping juices started to wake Nicole up. I had to think on my feet. I quickly moved up behind the couch and pulled up my jeans out of her sight, before springing right back.

"Hey, Nicole. Had a good nap sweetie?".

"Huh. Yeah, I guess. Why is my face all wet?"

"Oh sweetie, you feel asleep while you were having OJ. Some of that might have dribbled out"

That was the best I could come up with. But it worked. She was only 6 after all.

And she was the best fuck I have ever had.

More from Nicole soon....