Voyeur Phone Sex: Teen Up-Skirt Peeker

A few friends and I went to the mall for all of the great sales!  But while we were eating at the courtyard, one of my friends stopped eating suddenly and looked underneath the table.  She had kicked this skinny little teen who was looking up my skirt!  He ran off before we could even tell a security guard.  But, then we started laughing, each agreeing that he wasn’t too bad looking for his age; and, then, we started wondering how big his cock was. 

Later that afternoon, I finished my shopping and was waiting on my friends; I saw several comfortable couches in the back of the dressing room.  I decided to lay down; but, I was so exhausted that I fell asleep.  As my eyes adjusted, there he was…  He was standing there with a camera and my short skirt was raised!  He kept snapping pictures and I realized that my blouse was unbuttoned and open.  I don’t know why I reacted the way that I did, but I smiled.  And, then he laughed; and, soon, we were both laughing.  It was easy to play along; I posed for him and let him take his pictures that probably would help him survive those rough teen years.

Then, he shyly asked if he could touch himself; I told him that he could touch me if he wanted.  He rubbed his hand over my ass and pussy, as if they were the most beautiful things in the world.  He lovingly kissed them, then he took out his cock; he was pretty well endowed for his age!  And, he began stroking it really hard, the dick moving in and out of his hands quickly.  It made me hot; and, the taboo was just too good to let slide.  I told him to put his cock inside of my pussy.  I could hear his wheels turning.  “It’s the bottom hole, toward my stomach,” I said.  He clumsily pushed his thick teen cock inside my cunt and instantly shot his load. 

The excitement was short-lived, but I knew that I would get off later, thinking about this.  He apologized over and over, saying that he was too young to be a father.  I told him that I would never contact him or let him know.  I didn’t tell the boy that I was on “the pill”; he seemed to be rather proud that there was a possibility that he could make me pregnant!

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