Pedophiles At Play
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Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
11,692
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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 3
©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 3
Ginny took the hem of young Jimmy's shirt and pulled it up over his head, then rolled it in a ball and lobbed it like a basketball on top of his pants. "Now, Jimmy, you can't be calling me Mrs. Wilson. Please call be Ginny."
"Uh, OK." The naked boy smiled at the woman three times his age. "Do you want me to undress you now, Ginny?" She didn't answer, just smiled back and waited for him. He started nervously unbuttoning her blouse. As he slipped it off her shoulders, he said, "That's a real pretty bra, Mrs. W--, I mean G-Ginny?"
"It's new, Jimmy. I bought it just for you. Frank hasn't even seen me in it yet."
"Gee!" He reached for the zipper on her skirt, but he couldn't get coordinated.
"Jimmy, you're shaking like a leaf. What's the matter, Sweetheart?"
"Well, it's just, you know, we're going to have s-sex." And at that moment, his voice cracked, the baritone deserting him when he wanted it most. "Oh, sh-shit! Now I sound like a little kid."
"But, Darling, you've been having sex practically your whole life." She undid the skirt herself and let it drop.
"Well, yeah, I mean sort of. But you see, that was, you know, different. I was just a kid, you know. Grown ups put their hands and mouths all over my dick and balls and ass, you know, and I learned to suck cock real good and eat beaver, you know, and rim their asses, and it was lots of fun, you know. But, now, well, you said it before, Mrs. Wilson, er, Ginny. You said I was a man now. On the boat I called you Mommy, but I don't want to be your little boy no more. I want to make you happy, like a man. But I'm afraid I won't be able to. Oh shit, look." Jimmy's hardon had shriveled. "Who am I kidding? I ain't a man."
Ginny pressed the naked boy into her new bra. "Now you listen to me, Jimmy. You ARE a man. A real man. And tonight you're going to make me feel like a real woman! We're going to take this slow, because in a way, it's your first time, I understand that. But you won't be a virgin for long. Now don't say another word." She released him and turned so he could undo the special bra. Then she had him pull off her slip, then her stockings, then her girdle, and finally her panties. She guided his young hands to explore her bosom and her pussy. The hands themselves remembered how to invade her ass crack.
Ginny knelt on the floor beside Jimmy's study desk, pleased to see his cock with its new fuzz starting to revive. She stroked it in ways she knew would restore it to life, and licked it lovingly as she gazed up into his acne-laced face. He smiled, his confidence returning. She closed her eyes and took the cock into her mouth as she massaged his balls. Soon she knew he was ready, and used her saliva to get him all slicked up.
She stood up and lay down on the lad's bed, spread her legs apart and began fingering her labia. He accepted the implicit invitation and straddled her, on all fours, his knees inside hers, his hands on either side of her elbows. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and their lips locked. Then she reached between them and held his mantool. She guided it toward her love tunnel as he slowly lowered himself on to her. "Now push it in, my Lover Man," she whispered. "I need you inside me."
Her pussy juices provided enough lubrication to make up for the boy's dryness and he slid inside with a deep manly moan. "Yes, yes, that's how a woman wants her man to make love. Now pump it, Darling." Jimmy began pushing in and out. Self-assured again, his whole body rocked back and forth with each thrust. His raging hormones now took over and established the rhythm. His upper body was sweating bullets. He had no seed to impart but soon his muscles tightened and he roared as he began dry-cumming inside his woman. He was a man.
When Ginny arrived home on Saturday, the glow on her face told her family that she had enjoyed her visit. Her afternoon nap told them she hadn't done much sleeping in Jimmy's bed. But one thing remained an enigma: why wasn't she wearing a bra when she came home? The bra which now hung on Jimmy's bedpost waiting for her next visit, when his new surprise for her would be wet and creamy.
There was one other boy from the Pedodam that Ginny made a point of seeing again. Russell was the adolescent stock boy in the ship's gift shop. Their encounter had been short and sweet, a quick piss in her mouth. But it was enough that Ginny had to look him up and see what else he had to offer. For a few months they emailed and IMed each other. Finally plans were worked out for a tête a tête in January. The Wilson family took the train down into the city. After a Broadway show and dinner, Frank and the boys headed back home. But Ginny took a cab to a midtown Starbucks where the fifteen year old was waiting. They kissed and laughed and sipped their lattes, like any two lovers despite the fact he wasn't half her age. Then they walked to a nearby hotel where she booked a room for the night.
Russell not only had prodigious cum, he knew how to deposit it. He had had many bitches his own age and he'd learned how to make them happy. He knew enough to wear a condom, and brought a sufficient supply for repeated fucks throughout the night.
On the train back home the next day, Ginny thought a lot about Frankie Junior. She wondered when he would begin to sprout pubic hair like Jimmy, and cum like Russell. When her holes would enjoy his own cock instead of the plastic one.
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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 3
Ginny took the hem of young Jimmy's shirt and pulled it up over his head, then rolled it in a ball and lobbed it like a basketball on top of his pants. "Now, Jimmy, you can't be calling me Mrs. Wilson. Please call be Ginny."
"Uh, OK." The naked boy smiled at the woman three times his age. "Do you want me to undress you now, Ginny?" She didn't answer, just smiled back and waited for him. He started nervously unbuttoning her blouse. As he slipped it off her shoulders, he said, "That's a real pretty bra, Mrs. W--, I mean G-Ginny?"
"It's new, Jimmy. I bought it just for you. Frank hasn't even seen me in it yet."
"Gee!" He reached for the zipper on her skirt, but he couldn't get coordinated.
"Jimmy, you're shaking like a leaf. What's the matter, Sweetheart?"
"Well, it's just, you know, we're going to have s-sex." And at that moment, his voice cracked, the baritone deserting him when he wanted it most. "Oh, sh-shit! Now I sound like a little kid."
"But, Darling, you've been having sex practically your whole life." She undid the skirt herself and let it drop.
"Well, yeah, I mean sort of. But you see, that was, you know, different. I was just a kid, you know. Grown ups put their hands and mouths all over my dick and balls and ass, you know, and I learned to suck cock real good and eat beaver, you know, and rim their asses, and it was lots of fun, you know. But, now, well, you said it before, Mrs. Wilson, er, Ginny. You said I was a man now. On the boat I called you Mommy, but I don't want to be your little boy no more. I want to make you happy, like a man. But I'm afraid I won't be able to. Oh shit, look." Jimmy's hardon had shriveled. "Who am I kidding? I ain't a man."
Ginny pressed the naked boy into her new bra. "Now you listen to me, Jimmy. You ARE a man. A real man. And tonight you're going to make me feel like a real woman! We're going to take this slow, because in a way, it's your first time, I understand that. But you won't be a virgin for long. Now don't say another word." She released him and turned so he could undo the special bra. Then she had him pull off her slip, then her stockings, then her girdle, and finally her panties. She guided his young hands to explore her bosom and her pussy. The hands themselves remembered how to invade her ass crack.
Ginny knelt on the floor beside Jimmy's study desk, pleased to see his cock with its new fuzz starting to revive. She stroked it in ways she knew would restore it to life, and licked it lovingly as she gazed up into his acne-laced face. He smiled, his confidence returning. She closed her eyes and took the cock into her mouth as she massaged his balls. Soon she knew he was ready, and used her saliva to get him all slicked up.
She stood up and lay down on the lad's bed, spread her legs apart and began fingering her labia. He accepted the implicit invitation and straddled her, on all fours, his knees inside hers, his hands on either side of her elbows. She reached up and pulled his face down to hers and their lips locked. Then she reached between them and held his mantool. She guided it toward her love tunnel as he slowly lowered himself on to her. "Now push it in, my Lover Man," she whispered. "I need you inside me."
Her pussy juices provided enough lubrication to make up for the boy's dryness and he slid inside with a deep manly moan. "Yes, yes, that's how a woman wants her man to make love. Now pump it, Darling." Jimmy began pushing in and out. Self-assured again, his whole body rocked back and forth with each thrust. His raging hormones now took over and established the rhythm. His upper body was sweating bullets. He had no seed to impart but soon his muscles tightened and he roared as he began dry-cumming inside his woman. He was a man.
When Ginny arrived home on Saturday, the glow on her face told her family that she had enjoyed her visit. Her afternoon nap told them she hadn't done much sleeping in Jimmy's bed. But one thing remained an enigma: why wasn't she wearing a bra when she came home? The bra which now hung on Jimmy's bedpost waiting for her next visit, when his new surprise for her would be wet and creamy.
There was one other boy from the Pedodam that Ginny made a point of seeing again. Russell was the adolescent stock boy in the ship's gift shop. Their encounter had been short and sweet, a quick piss in her mouth. But it was enough that Ginny had to look him up and see what else he had to offer. For a few months they emailed and IMed each other. Finally plans were worked out for a tête a tête in January. The Wilson family took the train down into the city. After a Broadway show and dinner, Frank and the boys headed back home. But Ginny took a cab to a midtown Starbucks where the fifteen year old was waiting. They kissed and laughed and sipped their lattes, like any two lovers despite the fact he wasn't half her age. Then they walked to a nearby hotel where she booked a room for the night.
Russell not only had prodigious cum, he knew how to deposit it. He had had many bitches his own age and he'd learned how to make them happy. He knew enough to wear a condom, and brought a sufficient supply for repeated fucks throughout the night.
On the train back home the next day, Ginny thought a lot about Frankie Junior. She wondered when he would begin to sprout pubic hair like Jimmy, and cum like Russell. When her holes would enjoy his own cock instead of the plastic one.
.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.