#Teen #Virgin
By Manshdeep
How I seduced nd got fucked by a 13 years old boy.
The sweltering summer heat in Kolkata clung to my skin like a second layer of clothing as I lounged on the plush couch, clad only in a sheer, lace nightie that clung to my curves. Our children were safely tucked away in boarding school, and my husband was thousands of miles away on another business trip. I reveled in the freedom, unburdened by the prying eyes and harsh judgments of society.
Memories of the young boy who often ran errands for the residents in our building flitted through my mind. He was an innocent 13-year-old, with a sweet smile and eager demeanor. I had called upon his services many times, tasking him with fetching groceries or walking our dogs, always lingering a little too long to chat and flirt with the boy.
That day, as the sun beat down outside and a lazy breeze rustled the blinds, I felt the familiar tingling sensation between my thighs, a sure sign of the lustful fervor that coursed through my veins. Reaching for my phone, I sent a text, my message succinct yet provocative.
“Hey, come to my place. I need some…footwork done.”
I watched with a knowing smirk as he replied, his eager tone barely concealing the burgeoning arousal. Moments later, there was a tentative knock at the door, and I called out for him to enter.
As the boy stepped into the dimly lit room, his young eyes widened with wonder as they took in the sight of me sprawled out on the couch, the flimsy nightie barely containing my generous bosom. I issued my next command, my voice husky with desire.
“Strip down and get between my legs. I want you to rub and massage my feet until I’m nice and relaxed.”
With an endearing mix of excitement and trepidation, the boy complied, his small hands trembling as they made contact with my smooth, sun-kissed skin. I moaned softly as he carefully guided them along my arches, his touch growing bolder with each passing second.
Encouraged by his progress, I slid my feet up to rest on his lean, hairless thighs, my touch now bold and insistent. “Keep going, just like that. Now use your fingers to explore underneath, right up to my inner thighs.”
The boy’s breathing quickened, and I could sense his restraint fraying at the seams. I leaned back, savoring the delicious anticipation, and with a mischievous glint in my eye, I purred, “You know what would really make me feel good right now?”
His head tilted up, seeking my gaze, and I replied, “Put that cute mouth to use.”
Without hesitation, the boy dropped to his knees, his eager lips seeking out my sensitive folds. I whispered filthy encouragement as he began to explore, his tongue expertly lapping and probing, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.
As he worked his magic, I found myself growing more and more turned on, my hips bucking against his face. The sound of my own moans and the boy’s slurping filled the room, creating a heady, debauched atmosphere.
Finally, unable to resist the intoxicating urge any longer, I reached for his hair, pulling him up and guiding him onto the couch beside me. With a playful grin, I whispered, “Now it’s my turn to taste you.”
And so, with the innocence of youth and the experience of a woman half his age, we engaged in a steamy, forbidden affair that would leave us both breathless and craving more. The apartment, once a lonely sanctuary, had transformed into a den of carnal delights, where we could indulge our deepest desires, free from the constraints of society’s expectations.
As I parted his lips with my fingers, the taste of his innocence mingled with the tang of his youth, a heady cocktail that left me wanting more. I lavished his mouth with kisses, my tongue dancing with his as our bodies pressed closer, skin against skin.
With a low moan, I guided him onto his back, straddling his narrow hips as I reached for the waistband of his shorts. My deft fingers worked to free his hardening cock, which sprang up eagerly, smearing precum onto my waiting palm.
I licked my lips at the sight of him, marveling at the smooth, unblemished skin and the way his erection twitched in anticipation. Lowering myself onto him, I claimed his mouth in a fierce, passionate kiss as I slowly impaled myself on his shaft.
The feel of him stretching me, filling me, was exquisite, and I threw my head back in ecstasy as I began to ride him. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me in a rhythm that was both slow and urgent, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core.
Time lost all meaning as we lost ourselves in the sensations, our moans and gasps mingling in the air. I leaned forward, my breasts swaying above him as I braced myself on his chest, my movements growing more frantic, more desperate.
The pressure built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, until finally, with a sharp cry, I came undone. My climax crashed over me in waves, my inner walls clenching around him as I poured my release onto his pulsing cock.
He followed soon after, his young body trembling beneath mine as he spilled himself deep inside me. We clung to each other, panting and sated, basking in the afterglow of our illicit encounter.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, golden light, we slowly disentangled ourselves. The boy dressed quietly, his face flushed with a mix of post-coital bliss and lingering arousal. I watched him go, a smile playing on my lips, already craving our next forbidden encounter.
In the months that followed, our secret trysts became a beloved ritual, a way for me to indulge my deepest desires without fear of judgment or repercussions. The boy grew more confident and skilled with each passing day, his innocence giving way to a newfound sense of desire and exploration.
And I, Manshdeep, was happy to be his guide, his mentor, and his lover, savoring each moment of our illicit affair, knowing that it was a fleeting, forbidden pleasure that would stay with us long after the summer sun had faded away.
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By Manshdeep
#Teen #Virgin
