Pedophiles At Play
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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,691
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 2
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 2
Seven months had passed since the Wilsons took their voyage on the Pedodam. Yet they still talked about all the memories they had, and were considering going again this year. Mickey wanted to see Captain Pete again, or more particularly the Little Captain. Mark and Frankie loved the chance to fuck a lot of new men. And Frank Senior licked his lips as he thought about all the pretty little girls on board, and how his cock seemed tailor made for their precious coochies.
But the Wilson who was effected the most by the voyage was Ginny. Those three days at sea not only opened her eyes to new sexual experiences like water sports and fisting, but also crystallized clearly who she wanted for sexual partners. She loved her husband and her three boys more than anything in the world, but they couldn't help it if none of them at present had the young teen phallus her body craved.
True, she had purchased a strapon in the ship's gift shop, that young Frankie was becoming adept at using. This prosthesis allowed him to fuck both her pussy and ass with enthusiasm. And the way it stirred her own juices was not unsatisfactory. However, it still wasn't the same as a live organic adolescent cock.
Since the cruise, she has had long telephone conversations with the handsome horny red-haired twins she met and fucked on board. They turned 12 in December, and lived in another state. But the 800 mile distance didn't prevent the three of them from having some hot steamy phone sex.
Then of course there's Jimmy Johnson, who will be turning 13 next month. The way his hand was always exploring her ass crack when they walked about on deck, there was no way she was going to let him out of her life. The Johnsons lived only two hours away, so one Friday last November, she left Frank and the boys to fend for themselves and drove up to spend the night in Jimmy's bed. When he knew she'd be coming, Jimmy told her he had something special to show her. His new deep voice resonated with mystery. The secret excited her for the whole long drive and her pussy was so stimulated, that when she arrived it was difficult to make civil small talk with the Johnsons and to eat the dinner they'd so kindly prepared. Of course, the fact that Jimmy sat beside her and kept petting her lap didn't ease the tension one bit. Jimmy's parents knew both their son and their guest were anxious to get down to business, so they let them excuse themselves from the table. Ginny raced after Jimmy up to his room, where they kicked off their shoes, embraced and started torridly kissing each other. Finally, Ginny opened her eyes and looked past his ear at her preteen lover's bedroom: the Jets poster on the wall, the baseball mitt on the shelf, the denim valance and the twinsized bed with its royal blue sheets. Eventually, Jimmy also opened his eyes and released her lips. "Mrs. Wilson, can I show you the surprise now?"
"Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy. Please. All the way here, I've been wondering about it. Don't keep me in suspense any longer."
"OK." Jimmy's grin spread across his face, like the Cheshire cat. "Look." He opened his belt.
"Oh, my, you mean the surprise is in there?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly, dropping his pants and kicking them into the corner. Then he gently slipped his undies down to his knees.
Ginny stared at his erect boyhood. But she'd seen his hardon before, on the Pedodam; that wasn't the surprise. So she knelt before him for a closer inspection. Sure enough, there they were: a scattering of young pubic hair. "Jimmy, you're a man!"
"Hehe, yeah! Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful, Honey!" And to underscore it, she rubbed her soft cheek against his proud thin bush. "Do you cum now also?"
"No, not yet. But Dad says it won't be long."
Ginny ran her fingers along the boy's shaft. "It looks pretty long to me."
Jimmy burst out laughing at her feeble joke. He took her arm and helped her stand again. "You know, Mrs. Wilson, this means I can't go on the cruise no more. But I don't mind. It was fun for all those years, but I'm too old for that stuff now."
"Well, we're going to have to celebrate, won't we, Son?"
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 2
Seven months had passed since the Wilsons took their voyage on the Pedodam. Yet they still talked about all the memories they had, and were considering going again this year. Mickey wanted to see Captain Pete again, or more particularly the Little Captain. Mark and Frankie loved the chance to fuck a lot of new men. And Frank Senior licked his lips as he thought about all the pretty little girls on board, and how his cock seemed tailor made for their precious coochies.
But the Wilson who was effected the most by the voyage was Ginny. Those three days at sea not only opened her eyes to new sexual experiences like water sports and fisting, but also crystallized clearly who she wanted for sexual partners. She loved her husband and her three boys more than anything in the world, but they couldn't help it if none of them at present had the young teen phallus her body craved.
True, she had purchased a strapon in the ship's gift shop, that young Frankie was becoming adept at using. This prosthesis allowed him to fuck both her pussy and ass with enthusiasm. And the way it stirred her own juices was not unsatisfactory. However, it still wasn't the same as a live organic adolescent cock.
Since the cruise, she has had long telephone conversations with the handsome horny red-haired twins she met and fucked on board. They turned 12 in December, and lived in another state. But the 800 mile distance didn't prevent the three of them from having some hot steamy phone sex.
Then of course there's Jimmy Johnson, who will be turning 13 next month. The way his hand was always exploring her ass crack when they walked about on deck, there was no way she was going to let him out of her life. The Johnsons lived only two hours away, so one Friday last November, she left Frank and the boys to fend for themselves and drove up to spend the night in Jimmy's bed. When he knew she'd be coming, Jimmy told her he had something special to show her. His new deep voice resonated with mystery. The secret excited her for the whole long drive and her pussy was so stimulated, that when she arrived it was difficult to make civil small talk with the Johnsons and to eat the dinner they'd so kindly prepared. Of course, the fact that Jimmy sat beside her and kept petting her lap didn't ease the tension one bit. Jimmy's parents knew both their son and their guest were anxious to get down to business, so they let them excuse themselves from the table. Ginny raced after Jimmy up to his room, where they kicked off their shoes, embraced and started torridly kissing each other. Finally, Ginny opened her eyes and looked past his ear at her preteen lover's bedroom: the Jets poster on the wall, the baseball mitt on the shelf, the denim valance and the twinsized bed with its royal blue sheets. Eventually, Jimmy also opened his eyes and released her lips. "Mrs. Wilson, can I show you the surprise now?"
"Oh, Jimmy, Jimmy. Please. All the way here, I've been wondering about it. Don't keep me in suspense any longer."
"OK." Jimmy's grin spread across his face, like the Cheshire cat. "Look." He opened his belt.
"Oh, my, you mean the surprise is in there?"
"Yeah," he said sheepishly, dropping his pants and kicking them into the corner. Then he gently slipped his undies down to his knees.
Ginny stared at his erect boyhood. But she'd seen his hardon before, on the Pedodam; that wasn't the surprise. So she knelt before him for a closer inspection. Sure enough, there they were: a scattering of young pubic hair. "Jimmy, you're a man!"
"Hehe, yeah! Do you like it?"
"It's beautiful, Honey!" And to underscore it, she rubbed her soft cheek against his proud thin bush. "Do you cum now also?"
"No, not yet. But Dad says it won't be long."
Ginny ran her fingers along the boy's shaft. "It looks pretty long to me."
Jimmy burst out laughing at her feeble joke. He took her arm and helped her stand again. "You know, Mrs. Wilson, this means I can't go on the cruise no more. But I don't mind. It was fun for all those years, but I'm too old for that stuff now."
"Well, we're going to have to celebrate, won't we, Son?"
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.