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Forbidden Fruits
by Adam Bookbinder (wordfactory@lycos.co.uk)


For a kinky friend.




Back Cover

Bernadette Taylor was a little different to most other 19-year-old
girls. You wouldn’t be
able to tell if you met her because she was normal enough to look at.
To be honest it was
really her boyfriend who was different. He was a nice kid but, the
thing was, he was
probably a bit young for most girls of Bernadette’s age. You see
Bernadette’s boyfriend,
Luke, was only 10, and she was his babysitter. But if you think that’s
weird wait until you
meet his younger sister, Emma, his best friend, Marcus, and the
neighborhood pedophile
with the nickname, Minty.

A note to readers

This story is dedicated to a special person who was nice enough to
write to me after
reading one or two of my other stories. I love getting e-mail,
especially from women, so
please feel free to drop me a line. It’s great to know that people are
reading my stories
and especially exciting to know if they’re turning you on. Well, I
mean that’s why I write
them! Just remember that this is all adult fantasy, it’s not real and
it never happened, so
don’t try it at home!


Chapter One

Sometimes Bernadette felt guilty about what she was doing, and at
other times she felt
scared, terrified almost, about what would happen to her if she was
ever found out. At
other times though her heart soared with happiness and she felt such
intense excitement
that her whole body trembled. Today was one of those happy, excited
days because Luke
had written to her. She’d read and reread his letter over and over
again, and now she was
holding the notepaper to her chest as she gazed out of her bedroom
window.

She loved Luke and Luke loved her, and it was that simple really.
There was only one
slight technical problem: Luke was only 10-years-old and she was
nineteen. To make it
even worse, she was his babysitter. She was the person his parents
paid to look after him,
and his younger sister, when they went out. She’d been doing it now
for two years. That’s
when her affair with Luke had first started, when the little boy was
just eight and she was
17.

It had all happened unintentionally, she thought, but then again, when
she looked back on
it, if she was honest, she knew she’d desired him from the very first
time she’d seen him.
He was so cute it would’ve been hard not to. He was like a little
blonde angel, but not in a
girly sense, he was very much a lad, but if he had been a girl he’d
have been a pretty one.
He was slim, without being skinny, and he had a lovely tight little
bottom that Bernadette
always wanted to squeeze.

Not to mention his lips. He had full sensuous lips that were the first
thing you noticed after
his eyes. His eyes caught you first and you were drawn in, but then
you saw his luscious
lips and you were captivated by the sensuality of them. It was hard
not to imagine kissing
them or feeling them caressing your bare skin. At least it had been
for Bernadette. Even at
eight she’d found him sexy.

It was hard to say but she didn’t really think she’d thought of him in
a sexual way until
she’d seen his erection. Actually it was Luke’s little sister, Emma,
who’d seen it
first. The children were in their pajamas and they were watching a
cartoon on TV before
bedtime. Bernadette and Luke were lying on the settee and Emma, who
was five at the
time, was sat cross-legged on the floor. Luke had his back to
Bernadette and they were
cuddling like spoons. She remembered that she wasn’t really paying
much attention to the
TV; she was kissing Luke’s neck and occasionally nibbling his ear
whilst stroking his bare
tummy beneath his pajama top.

Emma had turned and was casually watching them, so Bernadette had
stopped what she
was doing and concentrated on the TV again. But then Bernadette
realized that Emma
wasn’t actually watching them, she was staring at something that
seemed to be just in
front of Luke on the settee, and she gasped when saw what it was.
Luke’s penis was erect
and sticking straight out of the open fly of his pajama bottoms! He
obviously hadn’t
realized because his pajama bottoms were so baggy that there was
probably very little
difference to the way it must have felt whether his Willy was hidden
away inside or stuck
out like it was now. So unless he’d seen it himself, he probably
didn’t know.

Bernadette reached down and gently maneuvered it back inside his
pajama bottoms and
Emma casually turned her attention back to the TV again. Tom and Jerry
was on, the
children’s favorite, and soon Emma was giggling at the antics of the
famous cat and
mouse and had completely forgotten her brother’s willy. Bernadette’s
heart was racing.
The boy had got an erection, probably the result of her caresses, and
she’d seen it, and
touched it, and she was still touching it through the thin material of
his pajama bottoms!
Oh my God! Oh my God, she’d thought.

She hadn’t felt perverse or even guilty about the fact that the
child’s erection was turning
her on. After all, she was only 17 herself and she knew all about
boys, having lost her
virginity at 13. She knew how easily they became aroused, so why
should a 10-year-old
be any different, and why should it be wrong to do something nice to
him? It was kinda
kinky though she’d thought, giving a kid a hard-on.

A moment later she slid her hand under the waistband of his pajama
bottoms and gently
held his stiff penis in her warm, clenched fist, as if she were
protecting it by preventing it
from slipping out of his fly again. Luke didn’t flinch, not even when
she squeezed it
gently. At that moment every cell of Bernadette’s body had felt as if
it had been plugged
into the electricity supply, she was so excited. Oh my God, she’d
thought, I’m holding an
eight-year-old boy’s erection!

Bernadette could go from not even thinking about sex to being very
turned on in an
instant. True, she’d started to become aroused when she’d been
stroking his tummy and
nibbling his ear, but now she was so turned on that if he’d been a boy
of her own age
she’d have dragged him off to bed or fucked him there and then on the
sofa. But Luke
wasn’t a boy of her own age, he was only an eight-year-old child, and
maybe she was a
pervert for thinking the things she was thinking. But she didn’t care,
and she had no
intention of stopping.

She was caressing his penis now; feeling its length and measuring its
turgidity by
squeezing it firmly. It was only small, perhaps not much more than
about two inches long,
but it was so hard, almost like a little bone. Luke just lay there on
his side while she
explored, his eyes fixed firmly on the TV, as if nothing unusual was
happening.
Bernadette doubted if he was actually watching it though. He was just
lying there, gazing
at it glassy-eyed. Then she felt his hairless little balls. Yeah, why
not, she’d thought to
herself, I’m gonna cop me a feel and, oh my God, they were so sweet,
and so sexy; two
miniature grapes in a tight little sack underneath his penis.

Then the most amazing thing happened, Luke raised his upper leg so
that she could get to
him more easily! Oh my God, how sweet, she’d thought! She definitely
couldn’t stop now,
she just couldn’t, it wouldn’t be fair, not now she’d turned him on
and he obviously
wanted more. So, she’d taken his penis in-between her thumb and
fingertips, peeled back
his foreskin as far as it would go and then slowly she began rubbing
it up and down. And
it was then, just as the fun was really starting, that her conscience
started nagging her.

“Stop,” it had said. “Stop now before it goes any further, and with
luck he’ll forget about
it. If you carry on he’ll like it and maybe he’ll want you to do it
again, and then what will
you do? If you do it to him once how can you say no if he asks you to
do it again? And
then where will it stop? You can’t have sex with a child, it’s not
allowed, even if it is
exciting.”

And she’d listened to her conscience and she’d stopped. She was still
holding his penis but
her hand had stopped moving and suddenly she felt guilty. Why was she
doing this? It
wasn’t like she couldn’t get boyfriends was it? She was pretty for
God’s sake. She was
petite and slim with long straight dark-blonde hair and small almost
pubescent-looking
breasts. She’d often been likened to the pop star Avril Lavigne, and,
just like the singer,
Bernadette looked younger than her 19 years and was often mistaken for
15 or 16. She
could literally have any guy she fancied, so why was she molesting an
eight-year-old kid?
She must be weird or sick or something.

She was just about to let go of the boy’s hard-on when Luke changed
the course of
events. If he’d kept quiet she would have let go, her conscience would
have won and
she’d never have done it again. But Luke did speak. He turned and
pressed his soft lips to
her ear and whispered: “That was nice, what you was just doing.”

That was all he’d said, but her heart had filled with joy and all her
lust returned in an
instant. In the same instant her conscience was defeated and she was
sure she could feel
two little horns pushing up through the hair on top of her head. And
so, as if he was a boy
of her own age, she’d led him up to his bedroom and played with him
gently on his bed,
amidst a pile of cuddly toys, in a very naughty and adult way.

Firstly, she’d told him to wait while she put Emma to bed and then,
when she returned,
she pulled his pajama bottoms down and continued to masturbate him as
she had done
before on the sofa. He looked down at her with bright eyes, his hands
on his narrow hips
which were pushed forward just slightly.

“Do you really like this?” she’d asked smiling, and the boy had nodded
eagerly in reply,
inhaling sharply as she gently squeezed and massaged his hairless
scrotum with her free
hand. 

“You know you mustn’t tell anyone about this don’t you?” she’d asked,
and, as if to
emphasize the importance of what she was saying, she stopped moving
her hand on his
cock.

He nodded eagerly several times and sucked in his tummy as his
babysitter smiled and
started to masturbate him again. He shifted his weight from one foot
to the other and then
let his feet slide apart until he was almost doing the splits.

Kneeling in front of him Bernadette could see his penis clearly while
she played with it,
and she enjoyed looking at it. She’d seen erect penises before but
never a child’s, and
although it was smaller it was at least as hard, if not harder, than
the grown-up ones
she’d seen. In some ways it was nicer. The skin was paler and somehow
it looked cleaner
and sort of fresher than a man’s. She liked its hairlessness and she
liked how perversely
erotic it looked to see an eight-year-old child with a swollen
erection.

She had laid him on the bed when, with a shaky voice, he’d told her
that she was making
his legs go all wobbly, and she’d taken his pajama top off too, so
that she’d got him
completely naked. She’d thought of taking her own clothes off but had
decided to
leave that until another time, and besides, it was quite sexy having
Luke completely naked
while she was fully dressed.

It was then that she’d kissed him for the first time. Initially she’d
just gently brushed her
lips against his, but then, when they’d parted, she’d slipped her
tongue into his mouth.
And, oh my God, it had been so horny, and Luke, I mean you’d just
never think of it, but
this little eight-year-old kid just kinda figured it out and actually
snogged her back. I
mean, how hot is that, she’d asked herself: snogging, actually
snogging an eight-year-old
child. And, as if that wasn’t hot enough, she was wanking him off
while she was doing it.

Only moments later he’d had his first baby orgasm. His eyes widened
like saucers and he’d
gripped the pillow on either side of his head while Bernadette snogged
him all the way
through his first little come. He’d curled up his toes and drummed his
feet up and down on
the bed, gasping into his babysitter’s mouth until finally he moaned,
almost whimpered,
and his body became still. There was no ejaculation because he was
still too young, but
he’d definitely had an orgasm, of that there was no doubt.

Bernadette remembered how horny she’d felt at the time. She’d just
masturbated an
8-year-old boy to orgasm and it had been the most erotic experience of
her life.
Afterwards Luke had just gazed at her dreamily.

“I luv you,” he’d said, “And I’m gonna marry you when I’m grown up.”

“That’d be nice,” she’d replied, smiling, “Then we could do things
like this all the time.”

She’d reminded him again about how important it was to keep what she’d
done to him a
secret, and she’d made him promise on his pet hamster’s life that he
would never tell
anyone, not even his best friend, about it. He agreed and crossed his
heart and she
showered him with little kisses, on his forehead, his cheeks, his
nose, his ears, his neck and
finally his mouth, and when his lips parted in anticipation, she
snogged him again.

She could easily have kissed him until his parents came home, but
there were other things
she wanted to do in the time she’d got left, and so she’d broken away
from their tender
kiss and started work on his body. Her fingers explored, stroked,
massaged kneaded,
rubbed, pinched and probed every inch of bare skin, and she bent
forward, kissing and
licking his flat tummy while her hands explored other regions. It was
as much for her own
pleasure as it was for his, and she sighed with her own sexual
excitement as she worked
on him.

Eventually she’d taken his flaccid penis into her mouth and sucked it
back to full hardness.
The child moaned as her lips slid up and down the length of his small
shaft, wetting it with
her saliva to make it glisten lewdly. She pinched his nipples while
she sucked him and
scratched them gently with her short fingernails. The poor little boy
was soon trembling
and within just a few minutes of her giving him a second erection he
had had a second
orgasm in her mouth. A dry come of course, and Bernadette had thought
how nice it was
for a change to bring a male to orgasm without having her mouth filled
with hot, sticky
sperm.

After that she’d made him come a further three times before tucking
him up in bed and
wishing him goodnight. Each time she’d babysat after that, she’d
taught him more about
sex until eventually she went all the way with him. On that night
she’d laid him naked on
the bed and lowered herself slowly onto him. His mouth opened wide as
his small penis
sank into her vagina, and then she made love to him, bending forward
to kiss him as her
hips rocked back and forth on top of him.

It didn’t take him long to come and she came too, such was her
excitement at having full
intercourse with him. She was actually fucking a child, she’d thought,
and a child had
made her come. Then she’d sucked him to taste her juices on his
hairless cock and almost
instantly he was hard again. For a moment she couldn’t decide if she
wanted to suck him
to his next orgasm, wank him or fuck him. She decided to fuck him
again, but this time
she rolled onto her back and pulled Luke on top of her, in-between her
spread legs. She
rocked her hips up and down and gripped his taught buttocks, pulling
him against her and
grinding his hairless pubic bone against her own.

After that they’d had sex every time she babysat, and he’d been true
to his word and kept
their relationship secret. It had been going on for two years now and
in that time she’d
taught him everything there was to know about sex. He’d learned how to
rub her clitoris
in just the right way, how to finger her, use sex toys, and he was now
an adept at using his
lips and tongue to make her come. 

Now Luke was 10 and the sex between them was unbelievable. Not only
was the little boy
completely educated in sexual matters, but he had also developed his
own libido and often
initiated sex without any encouragement from Bernadette. He also knew
what he wanted
and had become sexually assertive, actually telling her what he wanted
and taking the
initiative by maneuvering into positions that pleased him.

What’s more he’d learned to enjoy the visual delights of sex too. Like
watching her hand
moving up and down on his cock while she masturbated him, or watching
her lips sliding
wetly on his cock when she took him into her mouth. When they made
love he liked
getting into positions where he could see his cock going in and out of
her, and while he
watched he’d describe excitedly what he could see and tell her why he
liked it, and that
made her so hot.

The best thing was that his carnal knowledge didn’t tarnish his
innocence; it just made it
more erotic and exciting by allowing him to discover his sexuality and
be uninhibited by it.
It had been exciting to introduce an innocent to sex but it was even
more exciting now
that he was confident and knowledgeable enough to know what he wanted
and seek out
his own pleasures. That was really exciting for Bernadette; having a
horny 10-year-old for
a boyfriend was totally hot!

His little love letter was wonderful. She’d encouraged him to write to
her but explained
that she could never write back in case his parents found her letters.
She didn’t get to
babysit as often as she’d have liked but she usually got a letter from
him every day. Her
next night for babysitting was Friday, today was Thursday, and she was
especially looking
forward to it because his parents would be away all weekend. Not only
that but this
weekend she was planning to take their sex together to a new level of
perversity. She was
hoping to involve Luke’s younger sister, Emma.

It began a few months ago when she’d started telling him about her
sexual fantasies.
Things like how she’d like to have him for a whole night in a private
bedroom and not
have to worry about Emma hearing them moaning and groaning. Then it
had kind of
moved on to how she’d like to go on a date with him and maybe jerk him
off on a bus or
in a cinema or something. And she discovered that he loved it when she
invented these
fantasy scenarios, and, over time she’d just got carried away and
they’d become more and
more kinky, and as they did Luke seemed to like them more.

Recently they’d started fantasizing about Emma and to Bernadette’s
amazement, Luke had
been turned on by it and actually wanted to do it in real life. So,
this weekend they were
going to give it a try. But that wasn’t all.

Bernadette had always been fascinated with an old pedophile that lived
in the area. She
even knew where he lived and what his name was. He used to hang around
the park
playgrounds when she was a kid and had once given her some money to
let him put his
hand down the front of her dress. She knew he liked boys too because
once she saw a boy
of about nine take some sweets off him and then disappear into the
gentleman’s toilets.

When she’d been a kid she’d nicknamed him Minty because he always
seemed to have a
bag of mints in his pocket. She’d talked to him too, often sitting on
park benches to listen
to his tales of when he’d been a sailor in the merchant navy. She had
thought he was a nice
man and it wasn’t like he’d tried to molest her when he’d put his hand
down her dress.
He’d asked her politely and offered her some pocket money, and she was
sure that if
she’d said no then that would have been the end of the matter.

Bernadette had actually quite liked Minty and she had felt sorry for
him because he’d
seemed so lonely and sad. Recently she’d been fantasizing about Minty
having done more
to her as a child than simply feeling her bare chest down the front of
her dress. She wished
he’d asked her to do more and she knew she’d have said yes if he had.
And he wouldn’t
have had to pay her either. Bernadette had always liked making people
happy.

Her new fantasy was to give Minty the gift of a lifetime. She’d been
fantasizing about
giving him Luke and Emma, two real children to do whatever he wanted
with. And in the
fantasy she would offer herself too, because even though he might be a
pedophile she was
young and pretty and she could certainly do things for him that the
children couldn’t. She
guessed that Minty was in his late sixties and the thought of seeing
his stiff, hard, adult
penis in Luke’s angelic mouth simply drove her wild.

Luke wasn’t quite so keen, but then she hadn’t expected him to be and
so she’d reminded
him that it was only a fantasy. A nice fantasy though because Minty
would have bedrooms
in his house and that meant privacy. If Minty liked the idea then they
could meet at his
house and do whatever they liked in his bedroom, without worrying
about making a noise
or getting caught by Luke’s parents coming home early. It was a nice
thought and it
excited Bernadette immensely, but she told Luke not to feel under
pressure because really
it was only a fantasy and she probably wouldn’t have the nerve to go
and speak to Minty
anyway.

But Luke had mentioned it in his letter and what he’d written had left
Bernadette stunned
and very aroused. The relevant part of the letter read:

“I been thinking what you said about that Minty and I’m really not
scared of doing it at all. You
said Minty’s really nice and I bet it would make him really happy and
then he
wouldn’t be sad any more and it would make your dream happen too. It’s
not fair that no kids
will do it with him. I mean, now I know how massive it is to do it
with you and come and stuff I
don’t ever want to stop and when I get old and no one will do it with
me any more I hope that
someone like you will come and do it with me and maybe bring me a kid
too cos I bet when I’m
old I’ll want to do it with a kid as well. I bet Em will want to do
it with us and when we tell her about Minty and how no one does it
with him any more then I
bet she’ll want to too. So I think you should go and ask him and then
we could go and see him this
weekend and take Em with us and then we can make friends with Minty
and he’ll let us meet at
his house and do it when my Mum and Dad don’t need you to babysit. And
there’s something I
want too but I bet you won’t let me but I really really want to so I
wish you would. I got this
friend called Marcus and he’s my best friend in the whole world and
I’d love to tell him about
you and what we do and about Em and Minty. He’s really cool honest he
is, he’s a Gypsy and he
lives in a caravan down by Dunting Wood and he’s got this really cool
Dad that lets him watch
porno videos and he let me see some too and I’d love to tell him that
I done it with a girl but I
can’t cos you won’t let me.
But I think you should let me cos that’s my dream and I’m gonna make
your dream and Minty’s
dream come true. Please Berni please I’ll love you forever I promise.”

Well, as far as Bernadette was concerned, Luke could definitely tell
his friend Marcus
about what they did. Maybe Marcus would like to join in the fun; she
could definitely
handle another cute little boy and the thought made her dizzy with
lust. But now there was
the little matter of Minty. Would he or wouldn’t he? Even supposing
she built up the
courage to go and knock on his door, what would she say when he opened
it?

She had butterflies in her tummy, but there was no harm in just
walking past where he
lived was there? She’d probably never knock, but she pulled on her
shoes and headed out
the front door. After all, it was weekend the day after tomorrow and
if she chickened out
now Luke might change his mind. But she was scared. Supposing Minty
was a reformed
character? He might even report her, and then what would she do? Maybe
she shouldn’t
go. But it wouldn’t hurt just to walk past his house would it?

The front door closed behind her. It was only a 15-minute walk to
where Minty lived.

To be continued.....


    

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