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Author Note: As this is a continuing story, it is suggested that the earlier parts be read first. Thanks to all of the readers who responded and encouraged me to keep writing! The following is a work of fantasy; the author does not condone the activities described. *** And sure enough, the week seemed to crawl by. I had a mid-week babysitting assignment with one of my regular customers, seven-year-old Bobby. Although I usually enjoyed my sitting sessions with him, as I prepared to go to his house I found myself viewing the job as a chore. If only it were Keith and Jason tonight! I thought about how I wanted to dress for them, and decided it would be fun to dress a little bit sexily tonight anyway, imagining that tonight was Saturday, not Wednesday. I put on a short skirt and the low-cut tank top I had rejected last weekend. As I looked in the mirror, applying makeup, I thought I looked very sexy indeed. Jason and Keith would really like this! I wore a light summer sweater over my tank top, removing it only after Bobby's parents had left the house. Bobby was a cute, very sweet boy whom I had been babysitting for a couple of years. Our routine was for him to put on his pj's, and then we would play a board game or watch TV until bedtime. As we sat on the living room rug playing checkers, I suddenly felt a bit strange. After a moment, I realized it was because Bobby was staring at my breasts every time I leaned over to make a move! I had been so caught up in fantasizing about Jason and Keith's response to my outfit that it never occurred to me that it might get Bobby's attention as well. I honestly hadn't thought about the effect my attire might have on the seven- year-old boy. At first I felt somewhat uncomfortable, and sat up straighter. I could see the disappointment on Bobby's face when I no longer leaned over to make my moves. I found the whole thing to be very cute. Who would have thought that little Bobby would be so interested in peeking at my boobs? Suddenly feeling a bit devilish, on my next move I leaned over again. I could feel his intent gaze as my top hung open slightly, exposing the curve of my breasts. I smiled to myself. This was kind of fun! On my next move, I leaned over again, and pretending to think over my move, held myself there for a good ten seconds or so. Glancing up at Bobby, I could see his eyes widen and his face begin to flush. I made my move and sat back up, smiling at the boy as though I had no idea of what I was doing. As the game went on, I made several more slow and deliberate moves, each one affording Bobby a chance to take a long look down my top. I noticed that I was now winning the game quite easily as Bobby seemed to lose concentration. I also noticed that I was beginning to get turned on by my teasing antics. After I won the game easily, I asked Bobby if he wanted to play another. He eagerly agreed. As I set up the pieces, I adjusted myself so that instead of tucking my feet under my butt as I had before, I now sat crosslegged. My skirt rode up on my thighs nearly up to my hips, and Bobby had a clear view of my flowered cotton panties stretched snugly across my vulva. A boy my age would have been all over me in a second, but Bobby just sat there, wide-eyed. I was enjoying being in control, and smiled at the little boy as though nothing unusual were happening. As we began to play again, I made sure that in addition to seeing my panties, Bobby continued to get excellent views down my skimpy top as I pretended to ponder my moves. A lump had appeared in his pajama bottoms, and I felt a pleasant buzz begin to gather in my pussy as I pictured the little hard-on underneath. I tucked my bare foot underneath my crotch so that each time I leaned over to make a move, my heel pushed against my panty-covered pussy. As Bobby sensed that I was not paying attention to his stares, his eyes roamed more freely over my body, and he began fidgeting and squirming uncomfortably as he sat across from me. His lustful ogling was fueling my arousal, and I began rocking imperceptibly back and forth, rhythmically grinding my heel into my pussy. I was starting to get quite worked up, and found myself thinking about how I might take the situation a little further, and wondering if there was a way to get his little cock into my mouth. I decided that if anything was going to happen, I would have to make the move, and that it would probably be easier to get him to touch me first before I tried to get into his pants. I was sure that he was dying to get his hands on me, but I needed some kind of a ruse to get things going. As the game ended with me winning very quickly, I hit upon an idea. It was not very subtle, but it just might do the trick. Wriggling my torso in feigned discomfort, I said, "Darn it, Bobby, I just got this bra today and it's so uncomfortable, it's driving me nuts. I think I should just take it off, what do you think?" I couldn't believe I was being so brazen! Bobby couldn't speak; he just nodded. As Bobby stared incredulously, I reached behind me. My hands went up under my tank top, exposing my belly to his gaze. I grunted in pretend frustration. "Ooh, I just can't seem to reach back there, Bobby. Could you help me out?" I turned around and scooted back on the floor toward him. "Here, just lift up my top and undo the clasp, would you?" Tentatively, the boy raised my top above the back of my bra. I shivered as I felt his hot fingers against my skin. I could feel his hands trembling as he held the material. The poor boy! He must be beside himself! And I bet he's never unhooked a bra before. "There's a little hook there, do you see it? Just undo the hook, honey, it's not hard." "Th-there's two of them," Bobby croaked. "Okay, Bobby, just unhook both of them, you can do it." Well, it took a lot of fumbling, but at last I felt the material around my breasts loosen as the bra came unclasped. "That's great, Bobby, thanks!" I said. I turned around to face the boy and reached inside my top to slide my bra off underneath. Although I was expert at this maneuver, I drew out the process for Bobby's benefit, smiling and maintaining eye contact with him as I slowly pulled my bra out from under the hem of my tank top. "Ta-da!" I shouted, laughing and dangling the undergarment in front of him before dropping it onto the living room rug. Bobby's wide eyes darted back and forth between the bra and my chest. "Oh, Bobby, that feels so much better. You're lucky you'll never have to wear one of those," I said, closing my eyes and stretching my arms above my head. I gave myself a good long stretch, and then quickly opened my eyes to catch Bobby staring right at my bosom. I looked right back at him as his face turned the cutest shade of red. "Ha, caught ya!" I laughed, adding softly, "You like looking at my boobs, don't you?" I don't know how those words came out of my mouth, but somehow they did; maybe it was the spirit of Jackie. I had never spoken to a boy so provocatively, and it was thrilling to do so with this innocent child. With Jason and Keith, I had been the inexperienced one, but now I was relishing the role of seductress. "Uh, no, I mean, I wasn't looking, I mean, um, I'm sorry ..." the poor boy stumbled all over himself. "It's okay, Bobby, I saw you looking at them before, I don't mind if you look," I reassured him. "Do you think they're pretty? They're not very big." I stuck my chest out a bit. "Y-yes, um, yes, they're really pretty," Bobby sputtered. He probably couldn't believe what was happening; I could barely believe it myself! "Do you think they're too small?" "Oh, no, they're really nice, really." I guess I couldn't expect eloquence from the boy at this point. "Thanks, Bobby. Do you like them better with a bra or without?" As if I didn't know the answer to that one! "Um, without, I guess." "Really? Why do you like them better without a bra?" "Um, uh, because you can, um ..." he trailed off. "Because you can see them better?" I asked helpfully. Bobby nodded enthusiastically. "I know, without a bra, you can see the nipples right through my top, do you like that?" Bobby nodded again. I looked down and slowly drew a finger across one of my nipples. "Mmm, that feels nice," I sighed. "Do you see how the nipple gets bigger when I touch it?" Bobby gulped. "Mm hmm," he managed to say. "It feels sexy to touch myself sometimes," I murmured, running a hand across my boob. "What do you think it feels like?" I was teasing him unmercifully now! "Um, really soft?" "You're right, it's really soft and warm," I replied, squeezing myself gently. "Does it make you feel sexy too, thinking about how warm and soft my boob feels?" "Yes..." "I bet you'd like to touch it yourself right now, wouldn't you?" "Oh, yes!" I let the thought hang in the air, smiling sweetly at Bobby as I fondled my breast. "Well," I said, pretending to think it over, "I guess that would be okay... I mean, if you really wanted to. Do you really want to feel my boobs, Bobby?" "Yes, yes!!" "Okay, then, Bobby, come over here. Let's sit on the sofa where we'll be more comfortable." I moved to the sofa and patted my hand next to me. Bobby sat down next to me, his eyes glued to my boobs, but still he was hesitant. "It's okay, honey, go ahead and touch them if you like." Now, what is it about boys that they have to be taught not to grab at a girl's tits? Bobby began roughly pawing at my breasts, not so much that it hurt, but it didn't feel very pleasant either. "Hey, hey, cool it, boy," I said, placing my hands on his and stopping his movements. Bobby looked at me like a deer frozen in the headlights. I gently touched his face. "It's okay, baby, you can feel them, but nobody likes to be grabbed. Remember how you saw me touching myself, nice and gentle?" Bobby nodded. "Well, that's how a girl likes to be touched, especially at first." I took his hands and cupped them gently around my tits. Though my breasts are not big, his small hands couldn't quite cover all of their roundness. I moved his hands around them slowly. "Mmm, that's better. Isn't that nice?" Bobby nodded again. "Now, take your time; if you do it good, I'll let you touch them for a good long while." Bobby began softly kneading my breasts again. Although he wasn't as expert as Jason and Keith, his hands felt quite nice, and in a way, the boy's inexperience was a turn-on in itself. And Bobby was clearly enjoying himself as he explored my forbidden body parts. I made several little moaning sounds and spoke soft words of encouragement to let him know I was enjoying it too. "Mmm, Bobby, that feels so nice. Here, why don't you try this?" I guided his hands up under my tank top, and placed them directly on my breasts. Bobby let out a little gasp as his hands touched the soft, bare flesh for the first time. "Ooh, yes, Bobby," I purred. "Isn't that nicer? Yes, that's right, nice and gentle, mmm, that feels good, you can squeeze my nipples a little bit now ..." I lifted my top so that we could both see his fingers softly pinching my stiff nipples. Bobby's eyes widened at his first sight of my bare breasts. I reached out and ran my hand down his face and neck, stopping at the top button of his pajama shirt. "Would it be okay if I felt your chest too?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," Bobby managed to squeak, his gaze still fixed on my breasts as he squeezed and caressed them. One by one, I undid the buttons of his pajama top, sliding my hand inside to feel the warmth of his boyish chest and abdomen. I felt Bobby shiver as my fingers brushed across his nipples. "Does that feel good, Bobby?" "Uh...uh huh..." "Good, you're making me feel good, I want to make you feel good too, Bobby," I said softly. I pushed the pajama top back over his shoulders and helped him out of it. His skinny, hairless torso was so cute! I let my hands roam freely over his warm, soft skin. "Here, why don't you take off my top too," I suggested, raising my hands above my head. Bobby eagerly complied, pulling the tank top up over my head. We sat looking at each other for a moment, Bobby seemingly awaiting my next suggestion. "Have you ever kissed a girl, Bobby?" I asked. "No," he admitted shyly. "Would you like to kiss one now?" "Yeah!" he responded enthusiastically. "Okay, then, come here, Bobby." I patted the sofa right next to where I sat, and he sidled over so that our bodies were nearly touching. "Now, I'm going to do all the work at first, so you can see how it goes. You just see what I do and follow my lead, okay?" Bobby nodded. I leaned toward him so that my nipples brushed against his bare arm. Oh, that felt nice! "Now, close your eyes, Bobby," I instructed him. Was this how Jackie had taught her boys, I wondered. I looked for a moment at his sweet face with his eyes closed, and then planted a slow, tender kiss on his lips before pulling back again. "Did you like that?" I asked. "Oh, yes!" "Good, Bobby. Now this time, you can kiss me back a little. Just feel what my lips are doing and do the same back to me." "Okay." Bobby closed his eyes again, awaiting my kiss. He looked so sweet and angelic! This time I leaned in closer, draping an arm around his shoulders and pressing my breasts into his slight chest. I gave him a long, lingering kiss, reaching my hand around to hold his head close to mine. Then I planted a series of little kisses on his mouth, each time pressing my lips into his, until he finally got the idea and started to kiss back. I moaned quietly to let him know he was doing the right thing. His lips were so tender and soft as they pressed up against mine! His fresh boyish scent wafted up into my nostrils; I felt slightly dizzy. I began darting my tongue out across his lips, and after a while, I felt his slippery little tongue reach out to touch mine. Bobby's breath was now quickening, and I could feel it hot against my face as our tongues began to play together. Gently, I pressed my tongue into the little boy's mouth, and now it was Bobby's turn to moan. Pressing my body more firmly against his, I let my tongue explore his mouth more aggressively, my hand wandering down his chest and stomach until it rested at the waistband of his pajama bottoms. Teasingly, my fingers played with the elastic band, letting him know where I was headed so that I could gauge his reaction before proceeding. His only response was to kiss me more intensely, his moans becoming higher-pitched. Ever so lightly, I brushed my fingertips up and down the length of his little hard-on through the soft material of his pj's. Bobby pushed his hips upward, craving more solid contact, but I held back, continuing to tease him. The boy began whimpering softly. Finally, I could hold back no longer – I just had to hold that little cock in my hand! I placed my palm flat on his smooth lower belly and slid my hand down inside his pajama bottoms and underwear, easing my hand downward until the base of his cock rested in the crook of my thumb and index finger. Then, making a gentle fist, I cradled his penis firmly in my grasp. Oh, it felt so good to hold a little boy's cock again! Bobby practically jumped out of his skin as my fingers made contact with his sensitive flesh. Breaking our kiss, I looked into the boy's eyes, which were wild with excitement. "Well, what have we here?" I asked coyly, smiling at Bobby as I gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "We have a very excited little boy, don't we?" Bobby nodded. He seemed practically out of his mind with arousal. "Can I see it? Will you let me see it, Bobby?" I asked. Again, a quick nod. Releasing his penis, with both hands I took hold of the waistband of his pajama bottoms and underwear and pulled down. Bobby raised his hips, and I quickly pulled the clothing down to his knees. Then, kneeling on the rug in front of him, I pulled them down again, completely off now. The seven- year-old boy now sat before me, naked as the day he was born. His little hard-on was so cute! It was even smaller than Keith's, but there was no doubt about the boy's arousal as it stood straight out in front of him. "Come, sit on the edge of the sofa," I encouraged him. Quickly, he scooted forward. "It's so pretty, Bobby," I purred, looking at his hard little member as I knelt in front of him. Then, looking up at him, "Can I touch it again?" "Y-yes," the little boy stammered. Bobby watched, spellbound, as my hands encircled his hard little thing. I let one hand slip under his tiny hairless testicles, cupping them softly in my palm. "Mmm, it's so lovely," I whispered, bringing my face within inches of his hardness. Then, looking up at him, "Would it be okay if I kissed it?" "Hhh...hhh...yes..." he breathed. Smiling up at him, I brought my lips to the head of his penis as I held it with one hand and gave it a slow, lingering kiss. The boy's body was literally trembling with excitement. I was quite overcome with arousal as well, and slipped my free hand under my short skirt and into my panties. I didn't care if Bobby saw me playing with myself; in fact, doing it in front of him like this made me feel like such a hot little slut! Parting my slick labia, I found my clit and rubbed it. It felt wonderful to touch myself there! I was so wet, and I knew I was ready to come very soon. I kissed Bobby's cock all over, gradually concentrating more and more on the sensitive glans. Then, smiling up at him seductively while I held the base of his tiny penis with two fingers, I stuck out my tongue and licked, oh so slowly, up the length of his shaft. When my tongue reached his little circumcised helmet, I lazily swiped it around its small circumference. I was rewarded with a soft, keening whine from Bobby. Quickly, I returned to the base of Bobby's penis, licking his testicles before moving upward again with tantalizing slowness. My eyes locked with his as my tongue reached his cock head, swirling wetly around it. I repeated this several times, each time lingering a bit longer at the tip of his penis, until finally I wrapped my lips around his most sensitive place while I lapped at it with my tongue. All the while, my fingers teasingly played over my clit, bringing myself repeatedly to the brink of cumming, until the urge for release was just too overwhelming. Looking up at Bobby with a sly, knowing smile, I slowly and tenderly enveloped his hot little prick in my mouth. At the same time, I inserted a finger into my very wet vagina. I slipped it out again, and then in went two fingers. Oooohhhh... that put me over the edge! I could feel my vaginal walls pulsing against my fingers as I came and came. As Bobby instinctively thrust his penis in and out of my mouth, I sucked on it for all I was worth, tonguing his tiny cock head, licking his shaft, sucking my cheeks together as he pumped in and out of my mouth, greedily pressing my face to his belly so that I could feel his entire length in my mouth... Bobby was so excited that he too climaxed very quickly, grunting and thrashing so wildly that I had to hold his hips down to keep him from slipping out of my mouth as he came. ** Please send me your comments and let me know if you would like to see this story continue. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 55