It was 1971 and I was 17. I needed money to buy my first car and only had about $60 saved. Even in 1971 that was no way near enough. A decent used car worth driving went for at least $200. In our small town there just wasn't much for a 17 year old boy. Then I saw posted on the bulletin board at the grocery store (yes there was only one) a notice for a baby sitter and they were willing to pay $2 an hour. I took the notice home and called them up and she invited me over for an interview. Mom leant me her car. We got to the end of the interview and she said I was hired. The job would be for 5 hours at a time three nights a week. The child was a 10 year old girl. I liked girls, just not ones anywhere near that old. I preferred delicate little toddlers. But that's ok, any port in a storm right?? But that little brat, though quite pretty, had such a nasty disposition that I lost any interest in doing anything sexual with her at all.

But what I did notice was that right next door there was the sweetest little three year old with long pretty hair and big smiling eyes. After casing her for a few weeks I noticed her mom put her to bed like clockwork every night at 6 pm which was about one hour into my baby sitting gig and an hour before my charge had her own bed time. The girl's mother then promptly took some sort of pill and took a bottle of booze into her room with her locking the door behind her and turning her TV up so loud that she couldn't hear anything outside the TV.

So one night after tucking in my charge and having nearly a three hour window of opportunity, I snuck next door and looked into that little girl's bedroom. She was fast asleep. Next I went to the window of the mom's room and she was out cold like she had been hit in the head with a hammer. So figuring there was no chance of getting caught, I went back to the little tyke's window and found it unlocked. I slipped it open and climbed inside. First thing I did was duck tape her mouth shut. Then I wrapped her in the blanket I had with me and climbed back out the window and took her back next door with me and tossed her onto my employer's bed. I took off her clothes. Her eyes bugged out wide as I held down her naked little body. I then proceeded to rape her. I shoved it inside her and fucked her hard until I came inside her. she was screaming the whole time. I asked if she wanted to die or go home to Mommy. She chose the later. It did take about an hour for her to completely calm down. I threw in the extra threat that I would kill her mom if she ever told anyone. I returned her to her bed and took off the duck tape and left.

I repeated that nearly every weekend for the rest of the summer. By August she was looking forward to her weekly rapings. By September she was greeting me with hugs and kisses and eagerly sucked my cock.

Then my employer one day just up and told me she couldn't use me any more and that was that. Sure I snuck over a few times to sneak into that toddler's room but it got more and more difficult to come up with explanations for my absences.

So I graduate high school and went off to college and graduate and come back to my home town with no one the wiser. I never once found a safe opportunity to rape another small child.

Having nearly forgotten my youthful indiscretion, I applied for a job as an elementary school teacher. I was assigned to teach second grade. I just never occurred to me that I would ever see that sweet 7 year old girl again. But who should I see on my roster of incoming students?? You guessed it. And she had grown some and into a delightfully sexy little seven year old.

So that first day she comes into my classroom and takes one look at me. Does she run out screaming to the principal that her new teacher was the rapist who tormented her all summer four years earlier?? NOPE! She runs right up to me, throws her arms around me for a hug and tells me she missed me and asked why I stopped coming by!

I told her I had to go to school so I could become a teacher. I told her I missed her as well. I never touched her as long as I taught at that school despite her occasionally trying to be affectionate with me. Four more years of teaching at the elementary school and I decide I want to get my masters so I quit and went back to school and got my masters degree and when I was done I was qualified to be the new head of the English dept. at our town's high school. I taught Freshmen and sophomore English. Again that sweet little girl ends up on my roster but now I am teaching her high school English. She takes one look at me and runs up and hugs me. All year she tries to get me to out with her but I remind her that despite our shared past that I could not risk getting caught. but two years later she turned 17, legal in our state and I ask her if she still wants to go out. I thought I would choke to death as she thrust her tongue down my throat. Her pussy had shrunk up a bit since the last time I fucked her 14 years earlier. She was damned tight. I came in her and later that day fucked her again. That last year she went to our high school I must have fucked her a hundred times.

Then it was her turn to go off to college. By the time she came back I was principal of the high school and she was applying for a job as an art teacher. Of course I hired her and a year later we married.

She explained it like this. She remembered me raping her and it being traumatic. But then she said that after the 4th or 5th rape it started to actually feel good physically and by the last time I raped her she had fallen in love with me. Also as it turns out her mother was so abusive and so neglectful that by contrast, my raping her was the closest thing to love and affection she had ever gotten. That's right, my raping her was the only nurturing she got the way she tells it.

So she dresses up like a toddler and calls me "Daddy" and acts like the sweet toddler I remember raping so many years ago. We had a big family together and now we have grand children and we never touched a one of our progeny. Do I get the urge to go out and rape a baby from time to time?? Sure, of course I do. But then I look into my wife's sweet eyes and I see the toddler I fell in lust with 43 years ago and go crazy and "rape" her again and forget all about the two year old I saw at the mall last week and whose pussy I wondered how tight it was and how it might feel strangling my cock.