Adultery Tale of innocent boy 'Abhi'

[Sudharsangandodi]

    Why only sheela.....?

There is a romance and erotic moments between them 
It feels like perfect couples,other than age gap  
Chemistry between them peaks

[Vinty03]

Next update pls?

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Every character has its place in this story, thanks for posts so far. it is one of best stories on this site and hope you will continue at a much faster pace as it feels the story is starting to die out

[Sharif ladka]

Ch. 19. It was Dream 

    At the time when abhi kneel down between her leg and hold his thing in his hands and point it towards her pussy not knowing how to start. Namrata Knowing what he must be thinking.

Namrata: (teasingly) you are not allowed to even think about putting it inside. Just keep it rubbing just like you saw in video.

    Abhi was both surprised and intrigued by Namrata's playful request. He had grown accustomed to their explorations, but this new twist excited him further. With a mischievous smile, he complied, respecting her wishes while also taking pleasure in the anticipation of what lay ahead.

Abhi: (shy) As you say...... I'll keep it rubbing, just as video 

    Namrata's eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched Abhi adjusting  himself between her legs. He held his throbbing member in his hand, the tip just grazing against her slick folds. He began a slow and tantalizing back-and-forth motion, rubbing the length of his shaft against her entrance.

     Namrata's breath quickened, and she squirmed beneath him, savoring the sensation of his firm yet gentle touch. Abhi's eyes never left her face, observing every change in her expression, reveling in the pleasure he was bestowing upon her.

Namrata: (moaning) Mmm, that feels so good, Abhi. Don't stop.

    With each stroke, Abhi could feel himself growing harder, his own desire building. He fought the urge to plunge and feel deep inside her, reminding himself to savor the moment and focus solely on her pleasure. He varied the rhythm and pressure of his movements, keenly attuned to her responses.

     Namrata's hands reached out, gripping the bedsheets as waves of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back, pressing herself against him, silently encouraging him to continue. Same as the video. Abhi relished in the power of his touch, knowing that he could bring her such ecstasy with just this simple act.

Abhi: (whispering)didi. I feel very confident after seeing you like this, so responsive to my touch.

Namrata: (breathlessly) It's all because of you, Abhi. Only you can make me feel this way...... This is exact way how a person will react when you will massage them.

     As he continued to rub against her, Abhi felt a newfound sense of control and intimacy. The pleasure on Namrata's face was intoxicating, and he felt an overwhelming desire to make her climax again and again.

Namrata: (gasping) Abhi, I'm getting close. Don't stop, please...

     Abhi's heart swelled with pride, knowing he was the cause of her pleasure. He quickened the pace of his movements, his breath hitching as he felt her warmth and wetness against his skin. His own arousal grew, but he was determined to focus solely on her needs.

    Namrata's body tensed, and with a soft cry, she reached her peak, her hips bucking against his hand. Abhi continued to stroke her gently through her orgasm, prolonging the waves of pleasure washing over her.

Namrata: (blushing) Oh, Abhi... that was amazing.

Abhi: (smiling) You're amazing, didi you did Even better then that actress 

   She felt very shy and lay there, catching her breath, basking in the intimacy of the experience they had just shared. Namrata looked at Abhi with kind and admiration, grateful for the pleasure he had given her. His erect dick was still above her pussy.

Namrata: (whispering) Thank you, Abhi, I am doing better than actress becouse you are better then that actor.

   With one hand, she firmly grasps his throbbing shaft and guides it to her dripping wet entrance. She presses his swollen tip against her slick folds, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating him in her arousal. She gasps as his hard flesh parts her sensitive lips, sending tingles radiating through her core. 

      Though she aches to feel him deep inside, filling her up, she resists the temptation. Instead, she traps his rigid manhood between her soft palm and her plump mound. Slowly, sensually, she begins to undulate her hips, gliding his engorged length along her slippery seam.

     The delicious friction as he slides against her most intimate area makes her whimper with need. Each stroke stimulates her swollen bud, stoking the flames within her. She's already so wet, her desire dripping down her inner thighs. Her body screams for more - for him to thrust forward and bury himself to the hilt in her welcoming heat. 

      But she maintains the steady, teasing rhythm, grinding herself shamelessly against his thickness. She savors the exquisite torture of having him so close, his hard flesh pulsing with need, without allowing him to enter her fully. It's almost too much to bear, the pressure building to an unbearable intensity. 

     He groans, hands gripping her waist, as she works him mercilessly against her sex. She can feel how badly he wants to plunge into her depths, to lose himself in her slick, gripping walls. His hips twitch reflexively, seeking more stimulation, more connection. 

      She knows possibly neither of them will last long like this. The sensations are too intense, the need for release too powerful. Her clit throbs almost painfully each time it catches against his ridge. Molten heat pools low in her belly as she rides the underside of his shaft with increasing abandon.

       Their mingled moans and sighs of pleasure fill the room. She trembles on the knife's edge of a shattering climax, chasing the exquisite sensations. Her eyes squeeze shut as she focuses on the blissful slide of his hard, heavy flesh against her aching sex. 

      Wave after wave of rapture builds inside her, her inner muscles starting to quiver and clutch. She's dizzy with it, drunk on the feel of him. Nothing else exists except this perfect pleasure, this joining of their most sensitive flesh. Her pace becomes erratic as the ecstasy crests.

     With a keening cry, she comes undone, spasming helplessly against him as she reaches her peak. He tenses, his own release overtaking him with a guttural groan. She feels the warm spurts of his essence painting her stomach and mound as he pulses against her. 

     They collapse together in a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs, chests heaving. Aftershocks of pleasure still ripple through her, causing little shivers to race along her nerve endings. She clings to him, reveling in the intimate connection, the complete satisfaction humming through her body. She covered her face with towel. 

Namrata: now please....leaving 

    Abhi Saw the view, her stomach was covered in his cum. And bedsheet get little wet and sticky due to there arousal juce. Abhi felt shy knowing that he cum on her stomach. 

Abhi:I am sorry for making it dirty, shall I wipe it. 

Namrata: noo....i will take care of it..now go.

    She looked at clock and was surprised it was almost time for cab she have booked . Abhi too wear His clothes and come out. From inside he was very happy. He have accomplished somthing which is impossible to do or learn in his age. He have seen real puss real boobs. Drinks real milk. But something Deep inside was hurting him. 

      Namrata s phon ringed it was cab driver. She was having no time to take shower. Lucky everything was prepared. She quick wiped his sperms from her stomach and get dressed give the key to her nabour and get settled in cab with her luggage. 

    Airport was 2 hours long treval distance. She was so tired she closed her eyes and started thinking About  State her body was few minutes before. How she was lying  on the bed cover in Abhi's cum....,..

     her skin drenched in sweat as wave after wave of orgasm rushed through her, she desperately needed to be touched. She wanted her clients to take her, and ravish her… to spread her open and fuck her until she exploded. She wanted to be the one whose body was shaking with pure sexual release at the hands of another. Except she would never allow that to happen.

She couldn’t.

 She have make a promise she can't broke.

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    Namrata loved the feeling of being in complete control, of bringing abhi to the edge and back so many times he nearly passed out. It was her gift, and she used it well. There was no man, nor woman, who could withstand her touch. In the end, they all exploded, releasing currents of pent-up energy as their bodies shook and convulsed under her touch. She controlled each and every one of them, enjoying each experience, knowing she was capable of creating such intense sexual pleasure.


     That’s when she noticed it.

    She had completely stopped breathing.

     Namrata caught herself. She took in a few deep breaths and then refocused her energy. She moved abhi onto the towel, face down. With long, sweeping strokes, she moved her hands up and down his back, placing light caresses and gentle squeezes on his buttocks and back of his legs and nimble pinches on his neck and earlobes. She ran her hands down the full length of his firm thighs and his sculpted calves. With every movement she reminded herself she was the one in control. She was the one touching him. Except that wasn’t exactly true. Yes, her client was motionless before her… but somehow, he was still touching her.


     Namrata breathed in deeply again,  wondering if she could continue. Yes, you can, she told herself. Because next came her favourite part.

     Completely nude, she lowered herself back down to the ground, then straddled the back of Abhi's legs. She reached for more oil and spread it over his back and buttocks, then pressed her body down on top of him. Slowly she began shifting her hips back and forth, gliding her bare pussy across his skin. It was an exquisite sensation she knew her clients loved… except something was wrong.

     Namrata could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She knew she had to stop, but she couldn’t. Her pussy was magnetised to Abhi's body.

     With each slow movement she felt the fire between her legs growing… it wasn’t supposed to be like this. “Namrata , be careful,” she heard her inner self warning. 

She ignored the voice. She leaned forward and whispered in Abhi’s ear. “Would you like to flip over now?”

There was no hesitation.

     Namrata let out a small gasp as her eyes fell upon Abhi’s nude form. It was all she could do not to lean forward and immediately take him in her mouth. She wanted to feel his thick shaft between her lips… to lavish that sweet expanse of skin with her tongue… to feel his essence pulsing deep inside her throat. To do so would be an incredible breach of her rules. She did not service her clients in that manner, ever.

     She fought the urges welling up inside her. Releasing another deep, slow breath, she began shifting her hips in slow, tantalising circles, working her way up Abhi’s torso until her breasts were directly above his face. 

     His eyes were closed, but she could still feel him drinking her in. Her eyes, of course, were taking in every inch of the man underneath her. She could feel the heat emanating from his naked torso, her own body temperature rising by the second. She breathed deeply again. She had to remain in control. She simply had to.

     Except she was losing her internal battle. Her pussy was far too close to abhi’s cock for anything good to come of it.


     Namrata flipped over and faced away from abhi. She leaned forward and slid her hands between his thighs, letting her fingers curl softly around the base of his pulsing member. Slowly, 

     sensually, she began to stroke him, using the technique she had perfected. working her oiled hands up over the tip of his shaft and back down, twisting and tantalising each inch of his throbbing essence. She felt abhi  shift under her and let out a small groan. She smiled. Yes, she was still in control.

     Abhi’s hips began to thrust up and down in time with the movements of her hand. He pushed his cock between her fingers. She again fought the urge to lean forward and take him in her mouth. But fuck—did she want to feel that beautiful cock inside her. Another slow breath. Another refocusing of her thoughts. How much more could she take?

     Namrata arched her back and shifted her hips back a bit more. Her pussy was now inches from abhi’s mouth—a dangerous position, she knew. Yet it was a position she had come to understand demonstrated the power she held over her clients. She showed them her most intimate areas… the beautiful curve of her ass… her soft, oiled cheeks… but she knew they would never touch her. They couldn’t. 

   They could only see how wet she was from touching them. Namrata knew how desperately each man she straddled in this manner wanted to plunge his pulsing cock deep inside her glistening slit. She knew this was the moment her person enjoyed the most. Seeing what they couldn’t have directly in front of them was enough to drive many of her clients over the edge. Many times they exploded in her hands at this moment, sometimes grabbing onto her legs to hold themselves steady as they climaxed, but never touching her.


    Abhi’s hands hadn’t moved an inch, but somehow, he was touching her. Namrata could feel his hot breath on her clit, spreading her open, as if he was pushing his fingers into her. What was happening?

    Namrata pressed her body back slightly more, then more still. Her pussy was now inches from his face. If abhi raised his head even slightly, he could ravish her clit with tiny flicks of his tongue or push it deep between her lips, tormenting her in the ways she so desperately wished to be tormented. She swayed her hips from side to side, teasing him, almost begging him to lick her. But she knew he wouldn’t. 

He do exactly as they were told. They never touched her. Except abhi wasn’t doing what he was told, was he? His damn breathing. His damn aura. His damn sexual energy that was literally pouring from his hot body… he was touching her in ways that she had so desperately longed to be touched for so long.

Namrata wanted him.

Badly.


     Namrata guided abhi onto his knees and had him lean back with his hands behind him, his erect cock pulsing in front of him. She reached between his legs and began rubbing his balls and the front of his cock with the palm of her hand. The sooner she coaxed him to completion, the better. She had to get this over with quickly. The minute he walked out of her studio, she would lock the door behind him and never allow him inside again.

    That was the only thing she could do… the only thing that made sense.

     Namrata wrapped her fingers tightly around abhi’s thick shaft, staring directly into his eyes as she began stroking him in a rhythm she knew would drive him over the edge. She leaned her body against his, pressing her hand into his hard abdomen and bringing her breath perfectly in sync with his. She feared if she checked she would find her heartbeat also in perfect sync with his, too. That couldn’t be. Namrata hastened her pace.

     With his cock sliding between her oiled fingers, nearata stared into Abhi’s eyes, focused on triggering his final release, but instead she was losing herself. She fought to keep her breathing steady. It was no use.

     The deep look he gave her… his intense stare coupled with the long, slow tantric breaths. Namrata was powerless. She could feel  abhi in a way she had never experienced before with a client… she couldn’t stop herself from what came next.

     Namrata straddled abhi. In one swift motion, she raised her hips up and then lowered herself onto his cock. She gasped. Whatever breath she had remaining vanished. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders as he thrust his hips up to meet her. Their bodies began moving in unison. With each thrust, she could feel herself opening, taking him deeper and deeper, their faces pressed together. 

     They didn’t kiss, which somehow heightened the intimacy of the moment. Namrata’s entire focus was on feeling Abhi inside her, opening her… feeling his energy consume her. This was purely physical… purely sexual… purely a tantric encounter. Yet, it was so much more.

“Yes, oh God, yes—fuck me just like that…” she whimpered, completely lost in the waves of ecstasy rolling through her body. Her breathing was the only thing keeping her even remotely grounded. She was dimly aware she was in her own house with a teen boy. Abhi. His name was abhi. He was—

“Oh, God,” she cried out as her body rocked back and forth.



In tantra practice, the goal is not to achieve a single orgasm; it is to experience the energetic exchange between two people and allow the sexual energy to wash over the body in a continual wave of pleasure. 
    
       She felt her body slipping away, her mind free from its vessel. She no longer had any idea where she was. She cried out again, holding onto abhi’s oil-slicked body as if it were the only thing keeping her from being sucked into a bottomless void.

    Abhi’s cock continued to pulse deeper and deeper inside her. Namrata spread her legs and clung to his back. He pulled her down onto him, thrusting into her as he did so. Abhi shuddered and let out another loud moan. 

     She held him tightly, rocking her hips back and forth on top of him, each motion taking him even deeper. She cried out, not caring who heard or what may happen. She was fucking a boy , and she wanted him more than she had wanted anyone in recent memory. Namrata pressed abhi’s face to her chest as another orgasm rushed through her body. Her thighs clenched, her body quivered. She lost complete control as abhi continued to fuck her harder and harder.

“Fuck yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!” she screamed as her body exploded.

    She could take no more. Namrata rode Abhi’s cock faster and faster, taking him as deeply as she could inside her soaked pussy, begging his orgasm to come.

     Finally, she felt him explode.
Namrata cried out, shocked to find she was coming again, then again. Abhi held her tightly and pressed his lips to her neck, his body shuddering and shaking until his orgasm subsided.
.,...

     Loud horn in the traffic bring her back to reality. They ware almost near The airport. She get familiar with surrounding. And blink her eyes. "O my god. It was Dream." It was so loud that driver looked back. 

Namrata: sorry...

       She started saying to herself in her mind. " It felt so real" her whole body was covered in sweat and her penty fully wet with her juice. She was feeling like correct in her body. Is was best sex she have ever haved or imagined. Every thought it was Dream. There was satisfaction on her face. She have not crossed the line.

To be connected.,.....



     

[Sudharsangandodi]

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