Forbidden Cravings

Chapter 1: The Tease of Temptation

I caught him staring again today, that little boy from down the street, barely twelve, with those wide, curious eyes that couldn’t peel themselves off me. His name’s Timmy, a scrawny little thing, all limbs and innocence, but fuck, the way he watches me in this sheer, short dress—clinging to every curve of my body like a second skin—makes my blood run hot. I’m Lila, twenty-five, with a body that could stop traffic, and I know it. My tits are full and heavy, straining against the thin fabric, my nipples hard as fucking diamonds just from the thought of his hungry gaze. I’ve seen him lurking by the fence, pretending to play with his stupid toy car while sneaking glances at my ass as I bend over to water the garden. Little pervert. But damn, it gets me wet, knowing I’ve got him wrapped around my finger without even trying.

Today, I decided to play with him. I sauntered over, hips swaying, the dress riding up just enough to flash the edge of my thong. ‘Hey, Timmy,’ I purred, leaning down so my cleavage was right in his face, those big eyes of his nearly popping out of his skull. ‘You like what you see, don’t you, you little creep?’ He stammered something incoherent, his cheeks flaming red, and I laughed, low and throaty. ‘Don’t lie to me, kid. I see that tiny bulge in your shorts. Bet you’ve never even touched a woman, huh?’ He shook his head, trembling, and I smirked, grabbing his skinny wrist. ‘Come with me. I’ve got something to show you.’

I dragged him into my house, straight to the kitchen, and pushed him down onto a chair. His breath was quick, panicked, but I could see the curiosity burning in him. I stood over him, towering, powerful, and slid the straps of my dress down my shoulders, letting it pool at my waist. My tits bounced free, heavy and round, the nipples dark and swollen, already aching to be touched. ‘You ever seen anything like this, Timmy?’ I asked, cupping them, squeezing until a bead of moisture glistened at the tip. His mouth dropped open, and I grinned wickedly. ‘Bet you’re dying to taste. Go on, suck. I’ve got plenty for a thirsty little boy like you.’ He hesitated, but I didn’t give him a choice, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him to my chest. His lips latched on, clumsy but eager, and fuck, the sensation of his hot little mouth on my sensitive nipple sent a jolt straight to my dripping pussy. I moaned, loud and shameless, grinding my hips against the air as he sucked, drawing out every drop I had to give.

‘That’s it, drink up,’ I growled, my voice thick with lust. ‘You’re mine now, you little fucker. Look at you, getting hard just from sucking my tits.’ I glanced down, seeing the pathetic tent in his shorts, and laughed. ‘Let’s see what you’ve got, huh?’ I yanked his shorts down, and there it was—his tiny cock, barely a handful, but stiff as a board, twitching under my gaze. I licked my lips, my own arousal pooling between my thighs, making my thong stick to my wet folds. But I wasn’t done teasing him yet. I turned around, bending over the counter, my dress hiked up to show off my firm, round ass. ‘You like this, don’t you?’ I taunted, spreading my cheeks just enough to give him a peek at what’s waiting. ‘Bet you’ve never even dreamed of fucking an ass like mine.’

He was panting now, sweating, his little chest heaving as I straightened up and grabbed him again, pulling him close. ‘You’re gonna learn today, kid,’ I whispered, my breath hot against his ear. ‘I’m gonna take that sad little cock of yours and show you what a real woman feels like.’ I could feel him trembling, but I didn’t care. I was horny as hell, my pussy throbbing, my ass clenching at the thought of breaking him in. I shoved my thong down, letting it fall to the floor, and pushed him back onto the chair, straddling him with a wicked grin. This was just the beginning, and I was about to make this little boy’s world explode.