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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 favourite, 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
… 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 that was … 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…