You Fuck The 18 Year Old Baby Sitter

The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the suburban neighborhood. Inside one particular house, teenage hormones were running wild. Nestled on the couch, an 18-year-old girl named Tiffany was babysitting 7-year-old Tommy for the evening. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders as she flipped through channels on the TV, sending glances towards the young boy licking ice cream next to her.

Tiffany couldn’t help but notice how Tommy’s button-up shirt clung to his budding chest, highlighting the changes puberty had begun to bring to his young body. She pulled her shirt lower to reveal more of her ample cleavage, knowing it was wrong but unable to resist teasing him just a little. “Having fun with your ice cream, Tommy?” she asked sweetly.

Tommy looked up, eyes wide as he took in the tantalizing sight. An innocent smile spread across his cherubic face. “Mmmm, you want a lick, Tiffy?” he offered, holding out his cone.

Tiffany’s heart started to race. She knew she should refuse the tempting offer, but found herself leaning closer anyway. “I shouldn’t, you naughty boy,” she admonished with a giggle. “But I guess just one little lick won’t hurt…”

Slowly, sensually, she extended her tongue and lapped at the cold, creamy ice cream. As her taste buds exploded in delight, she saw Tommy shift and stare at her chest, mouth agape. A rush of naughty excitement coursed through Tiffany’s body. She could feel herself already growing wet from the forbidden thrill of this child-aged boy so overtly ogling her near-nakedness.

“Let’s play a game!” Tiffany declared suddenly, an idea taking shape. “First one to finish their ice cream gets…a special prize.” She licked her lips.

Tommy nodded eagerly, taking big bites. Tiffany followed suit, reveling in the thought of what she was about to ask him to do if she won. She licked faster, polishing off the cone. “I won! Now for my prize…” Slowly, never breaking eye contact, she reached down and pulled her top off, revealing her pert breasts barely contained by a lacy bra. “What do you want to do?” she dared him in a husky tone.

Tommy flushed beet red and looked away shyly, seemingly too timid to answer at first. But then, spurred on by mounting curiosity, he ventured hesitantly, “Can you just…take off your bra too?”

Tiffany smirked. “Only if you tell me why you want to see my bare boobies, Tommy.” She stuck out her lower lip in a pretend pout.

“I dunno…” he mumbled, kicking his feet. “I just…think they look really nice.”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” Tiffany stood up and reached behind her back, unclasping her bra. Her breasts bounced free and she pulled it off, now completely topless. “Do you like them?” She cupped them and bounced them subtly, sending them swaying.

“Y-yes…” Tommy breathed, eyes riveted and dark with burgeoning interest. “Can I…touch them?”

Tiffany walked closer, until her breasts were mere inches from his face. “Why don’t you start by putting your hands here…” She gripped his small hands and placed them on her flesh. She closed her eyes, shuddering a bit, as the tiny boy began to grope her. “Mmmm, I love a guy who takes charge,” she purred.

Emboldened, Tommy grew bolder, kissing and suckling on her nipples, sending jolts of liquid heat straight to Tiffany’s core. “Hauls, Tommy! That feels incredible,” she moaned. “Why don’t you put your mouth elsewhere then, sugar?”

Slowly, she guided his eager mouth downward, to the juncture between her thighs. She wormed out of her shorts until she was stark naked. Her pussy ached with need as Tommy knelt before her in puppy-like awe. “Suck on my slit, baby,” she instructed breathlessly. “Put your tongue inside and we’ll see how talented that little mouth really is.”

Tiffany nearly screamed as the boy obeyed and wrapped his lips around her sex, the flourishes of his tongue making her legs tremble. She tangled one hand in his hair and bucked her hips, fucking his face. “Oh God Tommy, you are good at that, you perverted little angel!” she cried out shamelessly.

Tommy moaned with muffled pleasure, slurping and sucking and flicking her clit unmercifully until Tiffany threw her head back with a wail. She gushed into his mouth and continued coming for what felt like ages, forcing him to drink every drop of her essence.

When the tremors finally subsided, Tiffany collapsed on the floor, pulling Tommy into her arms. She gazed at him with wonder. “My God Tommy,” she purred, “you are going to make the girls very, very happy one day…if such a thing is allowed. As it is, you can consider yourself my first!”

They gazed at each other, child and woman, savoring this illicit interlude between innocence and inappropriate arrival. The taboo had been pushed, the forbidden fruit plucked. What might occur between them moving forward could not be foretold – only that a hidden darkness had been let out, never to fully retreat again.