Subject:     Breathless
Story codes: Fb
Author:      Adam Bookbinder <wordfactory72@yahoo.com>
Posted By: Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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                              !!!WARNING!!!!

This file contains sexually explicit material which may include graphic 
depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as incest, 
adultery, sodomy and bestiality.  It is distributed on a website clearly 
identified as "For Adults Only".  Possession by a minor is strictly 
forbidden.  If you are not legally empowered to be in possession of such 
material, do not read it and delete it immediately.

This work is copyrighted 2013 to the author. It may be posted to non- 
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Introduction
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Dear Kelly

I discovered your web site early on Saturday morning and since finding it I have 
hardly been able to keep away.

You epitomise everything I adore in a woman. A passion for sex, all kinds of 
sex, and, when you're not actually having sex you enjoy thinking about it, 
writing about it and discussing it with others.

More than that though I love women who have a real passion for sexual fantasies. 
There are things we can do in real life and there are things that we can't do, 
and it's the things that we can't do that often make the most exciting subjects 
for sexual fantasies.

I pretty much like all sexual fantasies but there's one thing that really, 
really, really rocks my world, and that's women who fantasise about young boys. 
Oh, wow! Just typing that sentence makes my hands shake and my heart race 
uncontrollably!

And that's why I just had to write to you. There I was on Saturday morning with 
a steaming mug of coffee, reading some of the stories on ASSTR when I discovered 
your web site.

I found myself nodding my head in agreement when I read your philosophy on 
fantasies. Sensible lady I thought, as I read your statement that some fantasies 
can only ever be fantasies. Quite right I thought, and I instantly felt more at 
home and more comfortable exploring your site.

But that's the boring bit isn't it? Most sensible people wouldn't dream of ever 
doing anything against the law, like having sex with underage people, but 
fantasizing about some of these things can be very exciting.

That's when I clicked on your FANTASIES tab, and I held my breath as I wondered 
what I might find in the secret garden of your fantasy world.

And there it was. A wonderfully well written and detailed acount of the one 
thing that absolutely totally and utterly rocks my world ... a woman fantasizing 
about young boys!

Oh my god, I thought as I scanned your fantasies, saw your Babysitting Series 
and saw Chapter Two: Fucking Billy. Please, please make Billy under 16 I prayed, 
and then as my mouse pointer hovered over the link I just wondered, could he be 
under 15? Under 14? Wow, wow, wow, but I didn't want to hope for too much. I'm 
used to being disappointed.

But I wasn't disapointed.

Billy was 13. Oh god, how sensationally erotic is that? An inteligent young 
woman writing about her fantasies for a 13 year old boy! And there was a girl in 
the story too. A 12-year-old girl!

Best of all though, your enthusiasm for the fantasy shone through in your 
writing. I could tell you were passionate about the fantasy when you wrote the 
story.

And that's my fantasy. My BIGGEST fantasy. Women who are passionate, perhaps 
even obsessionally so, and certainly hugely enthusiastic about fantasies 
involving them seducing and having wild sex with young boys.

Girls too. It's nice to have a little variety, but I love women whose heart I 
can make beat a little faster just by whispering something sexy about young boys 
in their ear.

I've written a few erotic stories for various internet sites and over the years 
I've met several women who love this fantasy and fantasies like it. One story in 
particular, Breathless, about a woman with an 11-year-old boy, seemed to produce 
the greatest response from women.

Some of these women I spoke to on the phone and some of them I met. And yes, 
there really are women out there who are wild for fantasies about young boys and 
girls.

Perhaps I could write again and give an account of some of my more interesting 
meetings. If I did then I'd give fictional names to the women and reveal nothing 
of their real lives, but their fantasies would be real, and believe me, a few of 
them had fantasies that were simply electric!

In the meantime I'll leave you with an interesting thought. If a fantasy is a 
thought produced by the mind, and fantasies are capable of exciting us so much 
then surely the mind is the most sexual organ of the human body?

Would you go along with that?

I would.

Mind sex is wonderful, it knows no boundaries.

I've attached one of my stories for you to have a look at. If you think it's 
good enough then please put it on your web site. It would be great to make a 
contribution and if you like this story then I can send you more.

Best wishes,

Adam

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Breathless
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Synopsis
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Breathless is an unashamedly graphic account of the seduction of an 
11 year-old boy by a young woman. Living out her most decadent of erotic 
fantasies, she finds herself with a boy who, although virginal and 
inexperienced, is as eager to learn as she is to teach.

Chapter 1
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She gazed at the ceiling, hardly able to take in the events of the afternoon. My 
god, she thought to herself, she'd just been romping nearly naked with an 11-
year-old boy on her sofa bed. She couldn't believe what she'd done, but it had 
been an incredible experience that had left her feeling breathless and yearning 
for more. Much more.

Her heart was still racing since he'd left her apartment, just a few short 
minutes ago, and she lay there savoring her excitement and the eroticism of the 
moment. She gently ran her fingertips across her nipples and sighed as she 
remembered the delicious feeling of his young skin against her own.

She had been delirious with excitement after getting him back to her apartment, 
and had begun to kiss him urgently without either of them uttering a word. The 
sexual tension was electric. She'd pulled his clothes off without resistance and 
was delighted as his trembling fingers had helped her with her own.

She stripped down to her panties, leaving his underpants on too, to avoid any 
embarrassment that their complete nakedness might have caused him. A pretty, 28-
year-old woman in just her panties was probably about as much as an 11-year-old 
boy could handle, she'd thought. Better to keep their genitals aesthetically 
packaged in cotton underwear than risk scaring him off.

He was so sweet. He'd had to go home to avoid being late for his dinner, but 
she'd virtually had to push him out of the apartment or he'd never have left. 
But he'd be back in an hour or so, as soon as he'd eaten his meal, and on 
Saturday evenings, he'd told her, he was allowed to stay out until 9pm.

It was hardly worth getting dressed again, she mused to herself. Maybe she 
should just lie there as she was, with the front door slightly ajar, so that 
when he returned he would find her, nearly naked and still aroused from their 
earlier fumblings and her own exploring fingers. Next time, she decided, his 
underpants were definitely coming off, and they'd make love, with candles 
burning and soft music playing in the background.

Her heart raced as she thought about him. She wanted and needed him more at that 
moment than she'd ever needed anybody before. She chewed her bottom lip as she 
remembered how good it had felt to explore his lithe, slim body.

What sort of girl am I? she asked herself rhetorically as she remembered him 
lying on top of her, with his smooth, flat tummy pressed firmly against her own. 
And when she'd kissed him he'd ground his hips against her gently, almost 
surreptitiously, perhaps hoping that she wouldn't notice. His hardness had 
thrilled her. It felt about the size of a man's ring finger, which was nice, and 
it was certainly big enough to have plenty of fun with.

I wonder if he'll have any hair yet? she thought. Not that it made much 
difference, but somehow the thought that he might be completely hairless aroused 
her more. It made him more of a child, and their encounter somehow would be all 
the more taboo.

She'd find out soon enough. The minutes were ticking by.

Her fingertips traced complex lines across her skin as she contemplated his 
prepubescent body. It would be nice if he was hairless, it added to the erotic 
perversity of it all. And, she savored the prospect of her tongue finding 
smooth, hairless skin at the base of his penis; a lovely contrast to the acrid 
smelling, hairy bush of a man... such a delicious thought!

The minutes were passing.

Her fingers slipped below the waistband of her panties as she contemplated their 
next encounter.

He'd be back soon.

Her legs spread wider as her fingers found the hard little bud at the top of her 
moist groove. She breathed deeply. Was that footsteps on the stairs she 
wondered?


Chapter 2
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The door to her apartment clunked shut behind him. He smiled and she was sure 
she could see desire in his eyes.

He was such a darling. To get back so quickly he must have wolfed down his tea 
and run all the way back without stopping. There were beads of sweat on his 
forehead and he was panting, which was not surprising since he lived about three 
miles away. She casually glanced at the clock on the wall. It had just turned 
six. They had about two-and-a-half hours if he was to be home by nine.

Adrenaline shot through her veins like electricity and her pulse raced. She 
could do a lot with a willing 11-year-old boy in two-and-a-half hours. He 
grinned at her. She was still lying on the sofa bed in just her panties, her 
head resting on a pile of soft feather pillows. There was no need to get up. She 
just grinned back and gave him a seductive look that said, God, I fancy you, and 
she was sure that even a little boy of Matthew's age would understand its 
meaning.

He was breathing quickly, but he wasn't still panting from his run anymore, he 
was turned on, and he was staring at her with real excitement in his eyes.

She liked him looking at her. She knew her body was sexy, and the exhibitionist 
in her loved showing off ... especially to a cute young boy.

Zoe was lithe and slim, with small breasts, narrow hips and a flat tummy. When 
she lay on her back with her arms over her head, her breasts almost disappeared, 
and you could see the faint outline of her ribcage beneath her smooth, pale 
skin. One of her favorite role-playing games, with adult boyfriends, was to 
dress up as a schoolgirl, and she loved the reaction she got when they saw how 
convincingly young she looked.

When she tied her long dark hair into pigtails and dotted a few freckles across 
her delicate nose, she was so convincing that her boyfriend, Adam, had said that 
it was like fucking a real 14-year-old. Zoe had liked that. She liked playing 
the horny little schoolgirl in bed, and it was nice to know she did it well.

It was something she'd done with all her past boyfriends. Apart from the fact 
that it was good, sexy fun, it opened the door to discussing all sorts of other 
sexual fantasies. If a guy was turned on by schoolgirls, well, that was what Zoe 
wanted ... a lover with a dirty mind who would accept her fantasies about young 
boys. Her adult boyfriends had to accept her fantasies, and Adam positively 
encouraged her.

During the time they'd been together, Adam had taught her a lot about the 
sexuality of prepubescent and pubescent boys from recollecting his own 
precocious childhood. What he'd told her simply confirmed her belief that some 
young boys really did get horny, a fact she was now discovering for real.

Matthew was staring right at her crotch. God he was cute. She spread her legs 
for him, and her heart fluttered as she watched his jaw drop slightly and his 
eyes widen. Oh god, this was going to be fun. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

She slipped her hand into her panties and her fingers slid down, in-between her 
slim legs and over her smooth hairless lips. She didn't like pubic hair. As far 
as she was concerned it got in the way of oral sex, so for years now she'd been 
having it professionally removed. It was expensive, but the results were worth 
it. Smooth bare skin, without rashes or nasty little patches of stubble.

She wondered again if Matthew was hairless. The memory of his little hard-on was 
still fresh in her mind from this afternoon when she'd felt it pressing into her 
as they'd cuddled. Then, as he'd got up to leave, she'd caught a brief glimpse 
of it through his pale-blue underpants before he pulled on his jeans.

"You got back quickly," Zoe said smiling, "were you missing me?" She spoke 
slowly, watching him closely, and, while she spoke, her middle finger found her 
hard, moist clitoris, and she pressed it gently. She knew the boy could see her 
hand moving inside her pants. She wanted him to see, and she watched his 
reaction.

Matthew nodded slightly in answer to her question, but his eyes remained fixed 
on her crotch. He was transfixed, mesmerized by what she was doing. He certainly 
wasn't scared or nervous. She watched his expression carefully as her finger 
slid down the length of her slit to her vaginal entrance, and then back up to 
her clitoris. She was very wet, and very turned on.

Her courage grew as it became obvious that he was enjoying her little show, and 
her hand moved more rhythmically between her legs. If Matthew knew anything 
about masturbation, he must know what she was doing, and from the look on his 
face he certainly seemed to. He was breathing erratically, and then, in what 
seemed like a completely subconscious action, his hand moved to his own crotch 
and he squeezed himself gently through his jeans. Oh my God, she thought, I'm 
turning him on!

In her fantasies she'd hoped above all else that little boys could get horny. 
Her fantasy boys were always able to get and maintain an erection for long 
enough to make love. Adam had told her that little boys could certainly do that, 
and he'd said that they could have orgasms and almost immediately regain an 
erection. In fact, he'd told her, when he was a young boy he used to masturbate 
several times a day, and could bring himself to orgasm over and over again 
without loosing his erection.

This sexual athleticism is lost soon after a boy starts to produce sperm, he'd 
told her. A lot of prepubescent boys, he'd explained, could orgasm more like 
women, and keep going after orgasm without loosing their erection, or without 
needing much time before they regained it.

They could also have more orgasms and keep going for longer than post-pubescent 
males. He'd based these facts on his own recollections of pre- and post-puberty 
but he had also shown her some research conducted by Kinsey that backed up what 
he'd said. After learning these facts Zoe's fantasies about little boys had gone 
into overdrive.

She hoped that Matthew would have this natural, prepubescent puppy-lust. She 
wanted to make love to him slowly and sensuously and make him come sweetly in 
her arms while she kissed him, their tongues entwined.

She also wanted to fuck him. She wanted to come with his schoolboy cock in her 
while she gripped his tight little buttocks. She wanted to lay him on the bed 
and wank him off over and over again. She liked the thought of masturbating a 
child to orgasm, and she hoped she'd be able to make Matthew come over and over 
again.

"Why don't you take your T-shirt off like before?" Zoe asked him.

He looked up at her and blushed, his cheeks flushed pink. Then, without 
hesitation, he pulled his top over his head.

"Shall I take my jeans off too?" he asked, a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

It was no surprise to Zoe that he'd asked, after all, they'd got down to their 
underwear earlier, and Zoe was still only wearing her panties.

She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes locked with his, communicating her 
passion. She sat forward on the bed and grabbed a cool glass of mineral water as 
Matthew fumbled with his zip. The adrenaline was pumping. He was simply 
gorgeous. Short blonde hair, big blue eyes, and smooth, pale skin that was so 
perfect, so unblemished and with that radiance that is lost soon after 
adolescence.

He pushed his jeans down to his ankles and then stood rather awkwardly in front 
of her wearing just his underpants. Zoe swung her feet down onto the floor and 
leaned forward slightly to get a better look. Kicking his jeans to one side he 
shuffled awkwardly from one foot to the other, his eyes alternately shifting 
between Zoe and a spot on the floor just in front of his feet.

There was no rush, and Zoe savored the view, taking another sip of mineral water 
as her mouth was dry with excitement. Despite the fact that she was wearing only 
the briefest pair of panties, his own partial nakedness seemed to embarrass him 
slightly. He seemed momentarily occupied with the mark on the floor in front of 
him, extending his right toe and rubbing it as if trying to remove it.

Zoe could hardly believe her luck. It was a dream come true. A real, live, 11-
year-old boy was standing in front of her in just his underpants, and this was 
no fantasy. She admired his near-naked body.

He was very slim, without being skinny, and he had a lovely flat stomach with a 
small, round tummy button that was neither an inny, nor an outy. It was as if 
someone had drawn it and then stuck it flat onto the surface of his skin. Zoe 
loved it. It was sexy and cute. She could imagine drizzling honey all around it 
in a spiral. Then she'd lick it off slowly, the tip of her tongue following the 
outer arm of the spiral, licking round and round until it reached its centre.

His chest was smooth and flat, without the muscle development an adult man would 
have, and his corrugated ribs were just visible through his pale skin. She liked 
his nipples. They were small and faintly pink with a tiny round knob of flesh in 
the centre. Although small, they were adorably suckable, and she hoped she'd be 
able to make them hard when she played with them later.

He was staring at her now in what Zoe thought was a very adult way. They'd 
already romped together nearly naked that afternoon, and, from the look on 
Mathew's face, he wanted more. As she studied him she noticed his beautiful big, 
blue eyes and boyish good looks.

God she fancied him.

Maybe he'd like to be her other boyfriend. She liked the thought of that. They 
could go out on dates together. She could take him to the cinema and snog him on 
the back row when no-one was looking. They'd sit in a corner at the back. Then 
she'd pull a coat over his lap, unzip his jeans, push his cotton briefs to one 
side and wank him off. That was sweet. She could imagine him coming in the dark 
behind rows of people watching the film with no idea what was happening behind 
them. She imagined Matthews contorted expression, his bottom lip sucked in-
between his teeth as he tried desperately not to make a sound.

Zoe flashed him a wicked grin. "Dare you to take your undies off," she said, her 
eyes sparkling.

Matthew averted her eyes bashfully, but he couldn't hide the smile that 
flickered at the corners of his mouth. "I will if you take yours off first," he 
said cheekily.

Zoe grinned ... she felt as if she was behind the bike sheds at school again. 
Okay, she thought, if he wants to see me naked he can. Christ, I want him to see 
me naked! She stood up, facing him, and slowly pushed her panties down her long, 
slim legs. Matthew's jaw dropped so that his lips formed an almost perfect 
circle, and his eyes glued to crotch.

"Come here," she said softly, gently taking his hand and leading him over to the 
bed. Sitting on it she parted her legs for him to see. "You'll get a better look 
if you kneel down," she said, and, as he did so, she spread her legs wide so 
that he could get a good look.

There was something incredibly erotic about exposing her genitals so blatantly 
to this little boy. It really felt as though she was back at school playing you-
show-me-yours, but this was a much more grown-up version of the game. Matthew 
knelt in-between her legs, peering at her most private parts as if he were 
looking at porn on a computer screen. His eyes were like saucers.

The door to the kitchen creaked as Zoe's cat, Mrs Tibbs, brushed past on her way 
into the room. Zoe idly wondered what she would think of her mistress sitting 
naked in front of a little boy who was staring intently at her bare cunt.

She and Mrs. Tibbs were on the same wavelength though, and she was sure that the 
cat would approve of this cute little boy. In fact, she was quite sure that Mrs. 
Tibbs liked little boys too.

"It's wet!" he said, as his inspection of her took him close enough to notice. 
Zoe was pleased that he was simply pronouncing his discovery, and wasn't 
disgusted with what he'd observed.

"Of course it's wet," she smiled. "I'm turned on. You're making me horny. That's 
what happens to girls when we get excited. The more turned on we are the wetter 
we get. Boys get a stiffy and girls get wet."

Matthew was obviously considering this information when Zoe asked, "Do you know 
much about sex?"

"Yeah, course I do!" the boy replied, trying to sound grown up. Zoe was sure he 
probably did know quite a bit, but by the time she'd finished with him he'd know 
an awful lot more.

"When a boy's willy gets stiff, he puts it in the girl's vagina," she explained, 
"and the girl's vagina gets juicy so his willy will go in easier. That's why I'm 
wet. It's lubrication. So your willy can go in if it wants to."

Matthew seemed to think for a while, frowning slightly, then asked, "Zoe, what 
happens after the boy gets his cock in the girl's hole? What do they do then?"

Zoe reached over for the glass of mineral water. Her mouth was so dry and she 
was shaking so much she felt sure Matthew would notice. Not only was this whole 
situation becoming increasingly erotic, she'd now discovered he probably did 
know quite a bit about sex; calling his willy a cock and referring to her vagina 
as a hole.

"Well, he uses his hips to slide it in and and the girl moves her hips too. 
That's what fucking is and it's the most exciting thing two people can do 
together." Zoe reached out and placed her hand on top of his head as she spoke, 
her fingers running through his silky mop of hair.

Matthew gazed at her wide-eyed for a moment without saying anything, then asked 
simply: "Why do they do that?"

"Well, remember when we snogged this afternoon? Remember how thrilling it was 
kissing with tongues rather than just pressing our lips together?"

Matthew nodded in agreement, concentrating on Zoe's reply and gazing up at her 
with his big blue eyes.

"Well, it got nicer when we took our tops off didn't it? And that's because our 
bare skin could press together while we kissed."

Matthew was still gazing at her and nodding in agreement, chewing his bottom lip 
as she spoke.

"Well, imagine doing that with your... err... your cock in my hole as well." She 
was so turned on just saying these words that she was finding it difficult to 
speak. Her voice was breaking up slightly.

She paused for a moment as she struggled to find the perfect explanation for why 
a boy would want to put his cock in a girl's vagina. "Do you know what 
masturbating... err... wanking is?" she asked.

"Yeah, course I do!"

"And, do you wank much? I mean... most boys do. It's normal. And, girls do it 
too." Her head spun as she contemplated him admitting that yes, he did indeed 
wank. Come on, she thought, say yes and be the dirty, horny little boy of my 
dreams.

"Yeah ... sometimes." His head dropped and he blushed slightly as he made his 
confession.

"And ... do you like it?" Please, please say yes, she thought.

Matthew's eyes sparkled and a grin broke out on his face. "Yeah ... but it's 
always nicer when someone else does it for you," he replied, using a witty line 
he'd heard one of the older boys saying at school.

"And... has anyone ever masturbated you?" Zoe asked, delighted that he thought 
of masturbating as something nice, and, even if jokingly, he was aware that it 
was nicer when someone else did it to you.

Matthew wrinkled up his nose slightly. "Nah," he said, disappointedly, "I nearly 
got Erica, this girl at school, to do it, but we got caught by Mister Maxwell 
and we got into loads of trouble. We were banned from being alone together for 
the rest of term."

"How far did you get?" Zoe asked, riveted by this little tale of young lust.

"I got my hand in her knickers and she'd undone my zip when Mr Maxwell burst in 
on us." There was a note of real disappointment in his voice.

"Where were you at the time?"

"In the theatre, behind the curtains; we never even heard him coming. He must 
have been spying on us. He's always got it in for me anyway."

"I bet you were pretty fed up," Zoe commiserated.

"Yeah, Erica's dead fit. Everyone fancies her."

"And how old is she?"

"Oh she's 13. She's in year three."

Wonderful, Zoe thought, he likes older women already. Then, deciding there was 
nothing else to learn about Erica, she decided to continue with her sexual 
tuition.

"Well, anyway, you know how when a boy wanks, he makes a fist with his hand to 
grip his cock, and then he rubs it up and down?"

Matthew's upturned face nodded his understanding, mesmerized by this pretty 
woman's sex lesson.

"Well it feels good doesn't it? And you keep doing it till you come. Do you know 
what coming is?" she asked.

"Yeah," he replied, pausing slightly to think, "its like when the excitement 
sort of explodes through all of your body and escapes through your toes and your 
fingers." He replied almost accademically and without embarrassment.

Zoe was trembling and she took another quick sip of mineral water from the 
glass. Things were looking good. Not only did he know what masturbation was but 
he knew what orgasms were too! This boy is perfect, she thought.

"Right," she said continuing, "well, when a boy gets a hard-on, and a girl gets 
wet the boy pushes his cock into her hole and then moves it in and out of her 
till he comes.

"The in-and-out movement feels a bit like wanking, only a million times better, 
and that's why girls and boys do it, because it feels good. It feels a million 
times better than wanking." Just talking like this was getting her horny, and as 
the conversation continued she noticed how close his lips were to her exposed 
sex. How nice it would be, she thought, to grab the back of his head and press 
her cunt against his moist, pink lips. But, no, no, she had to wait. She had to 
be patient.

"So," she continued "the feeling of your cock in a girl's hole is a bit like 
being wanked, plus you get to kiss and press your bare tummies together too!" 
Much more of this kind of talk, Zoe thought, and she might just have to rape 
him. Either that or she'd have to go to the bathroom to relieve herself.

Matthew's cheeks were flushed pink and it was obvious that what she was saying 
was having a similar effect on him as it was on her. He was thinking about what 
she'd said and she could tell that he obviously had questions about what she'd 
just told him. Questions he'd probably never been able to ask before but now 
felt able.

"Is it true that people suck each other too?" he asked, with such an innocent 
expression that Zoe thought she'd explode with lust. Spontaneous human 
combustion caused by massive sexual arousal.

"Where did you hear that?" she asked curiously.

"Other boys mostly," he said, then hesitating slightly, he went on, "And, I've 
read about it on the internet and seen some pictures too."

This was better than Zoe had ever imagined in her wildest dreams. "Well, yes, 
definitely, people do and it's called oral sex and... well, it's just amazing! 
For a boy it's like being masturbated, but instead of a hand, you're being 
stimulated by the girl's mouth. The girl sucks it and uses her tongue to make it 
feel good," she explained, trying hard to stop her voice from breaking up.

"Wicked!" Matthew exclaimed, his confidence building. "And, have you ever, err, 
I mean... have you..."

"Ever sucked a boy's cock?" she replied, finishing the question for him. "I have 
yes, and I love doing it too. I love sucking cocks. It's gorgeous!" Zoe wasn't 
sure how long she could control herself and she reached for the mineral water, 
as if taking a break after some arduous exercise.

"The thing is," she continued, "all the times I've had sex it's been with adult 
men, but I'd really love to try it with a young boy." She sighed again, but 
nervously this time. She was aware that this statement was maybe a bit risky and 
she hoped she hadn't gone too far. She chewed the inside of her cheek as she 
waited for Matthew's reply.

A broad grin broke out on the boy's face and his eyes sparkled. He was an 
intelligent boy and knew immediately what Zoe was trying to get at.

"You don't mean young boys as in like 17 or 18-year-olds do you?" he asked, 
smiling hopefully.

"No, sweetheart, I don't." She shook her head as she spoke and their eyes locked 
together in mutual understanding. "I mean young boy as in, well, like your 
age..." She had to pause again for more mineral water. This was make-or-break 
time. "So, I guess I'm telling you I fancy you," she croaked, "and ... and, 
well, if you'd like to have sex with me, you can. And if you said yes it would 
be a dream come true for me!"

Matthew's jaw had dropped again, except this time he couldn't have opened his 
mouth any wider if he'd tried. There was still the chance that he'd grab his 
clothes and run home to tell his mummy, but somehow Zoe doubted it. He was up 
for it, she was sure, but she didn't want him to feel under pressure and wanted 
him to have an easy get out if he felt at all nervous.

"You don't have to answer me right now," she said gently, "I'm going to give you 
a few minutes to think about it while I go to the bathroom, okay? If you don't 
want to do it then just get dressed, and when I come back we won't say any more 
about it okay?" She smiled at him reassuringly, amused by the very slight frown 
that had appeared on his face. "We can still be friends and we'll just have a 
lemonade together and then you can go home."

Matthew's frown was deepening and Zoe was anxious now that he didn't get the 
idea she was backtracking.

"If you do want to do it then just take your undies off and lie on the bed 
okay?" Zoe beamed, and there could be no doubt from her expression what she 
wanted him to do.

Matthew nodded, a look of amazement and virtual disbelief on his face. The 
kissing and cuddling they'd done that afternoon had nearly blown his mind. He 
just couldn't believe his luck. But for things to have come this far so quickly 
was totally amazing. All those pictures he'd masturbated to of guys fucking and 
being sucked by girls, and now it was his turn! Jeez, he felt like dancing in 
the street!

Zoe turned as she got to the bathroom door. "Just remember though," she said 
over her shoulder, "if you are on the bed when I come back, then we will have 
sex, and we'll do all the stuff we've been talking about ... and more besides." 
She smiled as she said this and then disappeared into the bathroom. Once inside 
she nearly sank to the floor as every muscle in her body seemed to be shaking 
with excitement.

She glanced at herself in the bathroom mirror and was pleased with what she saw. 
Surely he wouldn't say no. She was pretty, slim, sexy, and she just couldn't 
imagine him not wanting to. After all, they'd already snogged and she knew he'd 
got a hard-on. What's more, now she knew he masturbated too, and he even knew 
about oral sex!

There wasn't anything she really wanted to do in the bathroom except wipe 
herself with a towel to get rid of some of the excess wetness. She only wanted 
to give Matthew time to think. She really didn't want him to feel pressured into 
doing something he didn't want to do. Her fantasy boys were always very horny 
and as hungry for sex as she was. She just hoped that Matthew was going to be 
one of them.

Fingers crossed!

Time was moving slowly but he'd had five minutes now and in just a couple more 
she'd open the door and see if he was dressed or waiting for her naked on the 
bed. In just a couple of minutes there was every chance that she could be having 
sex with a very cute 11-year-old boy! The prospect was exhilarating.

She didn't want to build her hopes up though. He might decide to go home 
instead. She might have scared him off. She mustn't forget that he was only a 
child, and the prospect of having sex with a grown woman might seem daunting to 
him, possibly even frightening.

She also had to remember that even if she did try to have sex with him, things 
might not work out. He might not be able to get a hard-on for instance. He might 
not like what she did to him and she might have to stop. Sex was never 
guaranteed to be good with anybody, and there were surely a lot more things that 
could go wrong with a little boy than with an adult man or woman.

On the other hand he might want it all, and it could be absolute heaven. Just 
like in her fantasies.


Chapter 3
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Zoe's excitement was so intense that it was almost debilitating. Her mouth was 
dry, despite having had another sip of water in the bathroom, and her body was 
trembling. She tentatively opened the door and peered round it cautiously. If 
Matthew had got dressed then she was going to grab her toweling dressing gown. 
She didn't want to walk in naked and have to get dressed in front of him feeling 
rejected.

She needn't have worried. Matthew was lying naked on her sofa-bed, propped up on 
pillows and grinning, slightly nervously, as she entered the room. Her heart 
swelled with so much lust and excitement that she felt as if it would burst.

Of course Matthew was nervous too and she knew he would be. She'd never seen him 
completely naked before and he was likely to be a bit bashful if nothing else. 
What she must remember was that this was a momentous occasion in his young life. 
He was about to loose his virginity. He'd probably remember this day forever and 
she wanted to make it really special for him. She needed to show him lots of 
respect, move slowly at first and give him lots of compliments to help build his 
confidence.

There was everything to be gained, for both of them, if all went well. Hopefully 
it could be the beginning of an ongoing relationship and, if that were to 
happen, under her tutelage he could become an adept and confident lover. The 
thought of a little boy who could take the initiative was very appealing.

She stood at the foot of the bed and returned his grin. She wanted to let him 
get a good look at her body and, of course, she was dying to get a closer look 
at him, now that he'd taken his underpants off. His legs were slightly parted 
and his penis was lying flaccidly on his scrotum. His entire genital region was 
completely smooth and hairless, just as she'd hoped. He was perfect: lithe and 
slim, with no signs of developing manhood whatsoever. He was everything she'd 
hoped for, and, as she ogled his body, her excitement grew to replace her 
nervousness completely.

Zoe put some music on and padded barefoot through to the kitchen to get 
something to drink. She poured some fresh orange juice into a glass jug, topped 
it up with champagne and grabbed a couple of glasses. A bit of alcohol won't 
hurt, she thought, and it might help to relax our nerves.

Zoe climbed onto the bed next to him. "You know, you're gorgeous," she told him, 
lying down beside him. She reached over to trace fine lines with her fingertips 
backwards and forwards across his flat tummy and glanced at his cock again 
wondering how long it would be, if at all, before it was hard again.

The feel of his bare skin was electrifying and she clenched her thighs together 
gently as she continued to caress him. Her fingertips circled his tummy button 
and then pressed it gently, making him giggle. As she let him calm again his 
eyes gazed dreamily into hers and she noted how relaxed he seemed about her 
touching him now that he was naked. So far so good, she thought.

Mrs Tibbs purred contentedly on her armchair as Zoe leaned over and gently 
brushed her moist lips against Matthew's. His mouth opened and their tongues 
slid together in a deliciously erotic, adult-on-child kiss. Matthew hadn't 
forgotten what he'd learned that afternoon, and Zoe was thrilled as she felt his 
hand press gently on the back of her head.

For all Zoe could care the next two hours could last for two months. She felt as 
if she'd entered paradise and she wished that she could stop time completely and 
stay there, doing what she was doing forever. As they kissed her hand gently 
caressed the exquisitely smooth skin of his chest and tummy. 

Just kissing Matthew was one of the most erotic things she'd ever done. Fuck, 
she was actually snogging a child, and god almighty it was turning her on! She 
noticed that his breathing was becoming a little more erratic, and, when she 
glanced down his body she was thrilled to see that his penis was erect without 
her ever having touched it.

There was no going back now. This wouldn't end until he'd come sweetly, in-
between her legs, in her mouth and in her hand. She wondered if he was old 
enough to ejaculate yet and decided that she wanted his first orgasm to be in 
her mouth. If he had any nectar in those baby balls then she wanted to taste it.

His penis was gorgeous and it was just a perfect size. It was small enough to 
look right as part of a child's body and big enough to be a fun little toy. 
What's more, it looked absolutely rock hard and Zoe thought it was so much more 
erotic to see a boy with a hard-on than it was a man. Matthew's erection 
contrasted perversely with his childish innocence and his immature body.

His pale, white foreskin was slightly retracted, so she could see the deep pink 
of his glans, and, from what she could see it looked slightly moist. His tight 
little balls were no bigger than small grapes and his cock and balls were 
completely hairless.

Zoe had to fight the sudden urge to grab his little stiffy and gently masturbate 
him. But that could wait. She wanted to make him and tease him a little first.

She broke away from kissing him and his eyes opened, gazing dreamily into her 
own. "Are you enjoying this?" she asked, "Is it nice?"

The boy's cheeks were flushed pink and he nodded excitedly, a gorgeous smile 
telling her all she needed to know. She bent down and kissed his ear, 
alternately nibbling and probing with the tip of her tongue.

He sighed as she slid her hand back up to his chest to play with his small pink 
nipples. They were puckered into hard, fleshy points and she pinched first one 
and then the other, tweaking them between her fingertips.

"Matthew, will you promise me something sweetheart?" she whispered into his ear.

"Yeah... sure," he breathed in reply.

"If I do anything you don't like then you will tell me to stop won't you?"

Matthew nodded but his wide-eyed excitement told her everything she needed to 
know. He couldn't wait to get started and it was very unlikely that there would 
be anything he would want her to stop doing.

She crawled over him on her hands and knees like a cat about to devour its prey 
and kissed him again. His mouth opened eagerly and he kissed her back 
passionately, his hot little tongue sliding against hers.

Zoe was thrilled with how skilfully he kissed her and she wondered if he had 
ever kissed anyone else like this or if kissing was something that we all know, 
something instinctive, like a baby bird flying for the first time.

After kissing him for what seemed like an eternity she concluded that snogging 
an 11-year-old boy was a million times more exciting than kissing a man. He was 
so gentle and so tender, and his lips were so soft, so wet, so hot, so pliable. 
And yet there was a passion and a hunger behind his gentleness that spoke 
clearly about his enthusiasm for what they were doing.

Without breaking away from their kiss Zoe dropped down onto her left elbow for 
support and began to caress his smooth chest with her right hand. He sighed into 
her mouth as she began to gently stroke his small left nipple. She rubbed it, 
scratched it softly with her fingernail and then pinched it between her thumb 
and index finger.

Then she gave his right nipple the same treatment only returning to the left a 
few minutes later. She had never played with such small nipples but they 
responded just as quickly to her touch as the grown-up variety, puckering into 
sexy little nubs like the tips of two small peanuts.

Eventually Zoe broke away from their kiss sliding her lips across his cheek then 
down his neck, sucking and licking his smooth, baby soft skin as she went. Then, 
finding herself in the centre of his chest, she pressed her nose against his 
skin and breathed in deeply, savoring the unique smell of a child's skin.

He arched his back slightly as the tip of her tongue found his left nipple, and 
her right hand slid down to his flat tummy. His muscles quivered slightly as she 
raked her fingertips across his skin, being careful to avoid bumping into his 
little erection.

Zoe liked tummies, especially hairless, young boys' tummies, and she couldn't 
wait to feel Matthew's pressed firmly against hers, as it had done earlier that 
afternoon. But that could wait until he was on top of her, with his stiff little 
penis buried to the hilt in her wet hole. Yummy, she couldn't wait!

Zoe pressed her hand flat against the boy's stomach and spread out her fingers. 
She caressed him with slow movements of her hand, up and down and then side to 
side. As she did so she sucked his nipple, flicking it with the tip of her 
tongue and then nibbling the small nub in-between her teeth.

Matthew inhaled slowly through his teeth as Zoe trailed the tip of her wet 
tongue across his chest to his right nipple. His eyes closed and he sighed 
softly as she sucked it and he gently placed a hand on the back of her head, 
stroking her hair encouragingly.

Matthew sighed and moved beneath her. "I like it when you do that," he sighed, 
"it's nice."

"Do you like it when I bite a bit too? I'm not hurting you am I?"

"No... it's nice," he replied dreamily, gently pressing on the back of her head, 
pushing her back towards his nipple. She glued her lips around it and sucked 
firmly, biting gently on what little bit of skin she could get in-between her 
teeth. She was so horny for him, she felt as if she could eat him alive, never 
mind just nibble his nipples!

Zoe knew what a turn-on it was for most people to have their nipples sucked and 
nibbled, and she wanted to give Matthew this experience. Gentle sucking, licking 
and nibbling combined with harder sucking and biting was extremely erotic if 
done correctly.

The skill came in not biting too hard so as to actually cause pain and Zoe was 
an expert at this. She had an overwhelming desire to leave marks on his body, 
her marks, as if she was branding him as hers. Perhaps she could leave a few 
love bites on his body in places where no-one would see them, and maybe a few 
faint scratches that only she and Matthew would know about when he was dressed.

The young boy moaned a little louder as she ground his nipple in-between her 
teeth and flicked her tongue over the little bud that she had trapped in-between 
them. Then he gasped as she slowly but firmly raked her red varnished 
fingernails along the entire length of his tummy from his pubic bone up to his 
sternum, leaving four faint-pink lines across his pale skin. She repeated the 
process, only this time he arched his back, his body moving like a wave 
underneath her fingers. It was like playing a musical instrument she thought.

Zoe momentarily pulled away from his chest to look at his body. The skin around 
his hard nipples was wet and red from sucking, but she noticed too that the rest 
of his chest was flushed with blotchy pink patches, a sure sign of the child's 
arousal. She rested her cheek on his chest and looked down over the flat plain 
of his tummy to his penis. She could see it clearly and was delighted to see how 
hard it was, almost like a little bone. Perhaps the time was right to give it 
some attention.

Zoe looked into the young boy's eyes as her fingers traveled down across his 
body towards his erection. She continued to watch him as her fingers encircled 
his penis loosely like tentacles, and then gripped it firmly in her fist. His 
eyes closed and his lips parted, but at first she didn't move her hand. She just 
enjoyed the feeling of holding it, increasing and decreasing the pressure of her 
grip and feeling the little throbs it gave back, as if in reply.

She'd never held such a small penis before but it was a nice size, about the 
same size as a man's ring finger. Its silky smoothness contrasted sharply with 
its hardness. Amazingly, just as she'd never held one this small, she'd never 
held one this hard either. It was literally like a little bone covered in velvet 
soft skin.

What Zoe was planning to do next would require the free use of both her hands 
and mouth, and would also require her to be in a position where she would have 
easy access to the boy's cock. Matthew was going to get a treat that all guys 
love: lying back and relaxing while she played with their cocks.

For Matthew, this would be a good introduction to sex, as he could relax and 
enjoy it without having to do anything himself. It would let him experience for 
the first time what it felt like to be brought to orgasm by another person.

Kneeling in-between his legs Zoe asked him to bend his knees and place his feet 
flat on the bed on either side of her. The little boy was more than happy to 
oblige and spread his legs for her without having any hang-ups about exposing 
himself to her so blatently in this way.

In this position she got an excellent view of his young body and it was going to 
be a bit like watching her own little porn show. She loved just watching the way 
her lover responded to her touch and she was going to enjoy watching the way 
this young boy responded to being masturbated.

"Okay darling, here we go, don't be shy, just go with it, okay?"

Matthew nodded eagerly, desperate to begin.

With her left hand she cupped his tight, hairless balls, and with her right she 
held his stiff penis in-between her thumb and the first two fingers of her right 
hand. She could hardly believe what she was doing and her hands trembled as her 
excitement got the better of her. Oh my God, she was just about to masturbate a 
little boy! This was the hottest, horniest and the most erotic thing she had 
ever done in her life.

Steadying herself she slowly peeled back his foreskin to reveal a moist, dark-
pink glans. It glistened with the secretions caused by his own arousal and Zoe 
pulled down firmly so that his foreskin was fully retracted. The boy closed his 
eyes and he inhaled deeply, holding his breath, almost as if the retraction of 
his foreskin prevented him from breathing out. His chest expanded with his 
intake of breath and she could see his corrugated ribs beneath his smooth skin.

Oh God, this was going to be fun. She was going to enjoy watching his 
expressions and the way his body responded to her touch. A few seconds had 
passed and he still hadn't breathed out. She wondered if he was conscious of it. 
Probably not she thought. He was just subconsciously holding his breath as he 
waited to see what Zoe would do next.

Slowly, and holding his penis firmly, she rolled his foreskin back up to the tip 
of his penis, and the boy exhaled with a long sigh. Then in one swift movement 
she pulled his foreskin back down again, but this time she continued pulling 
even after his foreskin was fully retracted to stretch his frenulum.

Zoe gazed at his penis. It looked so healthy, fresh and new, and although she'd 
seen many adult cocks in her life, she wanted to examine this one more closely. 
Older men had much less attractive willies she thought. She decided that she 
definitely liked child cock, the absence of any pubic hair being a distinct 
aesthetic advantage. She grinned to herself. It was time to play.

Without warning, she gripped his penis in a fist and began wanking him rapidly. 
She held him in such a tight grip and was pumping his penis up and down so fast 
that the exertion made the muscles in her right arm taut.

Matthew exhaled in short little gasps, his eyes opened wide and he grabbed the 
top of the sofa-bed above his head with both hands, as if he felt the need to 
hold on tight. This was horny. It was also nasty, and she loved it so much that 
she found it hard to stop. She wanked him hard, just as she would a man, and she 
grinned as the youngster looked down at what she was doing over his body. His 
jaw had dropped and his eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of his 
head. They were fixed, very firmly, on his cock and her hand pumping it up and 
down.

A grown man couldn't take this kind of furious masturbation for more than a 
matter of minutes, if that, before coming, and she didn't want Matthew to come 
just yet, because she wanted his first one to be in her mouth. So just as 
suddenly as she'd begun, she stopped and this time she completely let go of his 
penis.

"Mmmm," she purred, "was that nice darling?"

Matthew nodded, his cheeks flushed red, and his eyes opened wide, imploring her 
to continue.

Zoe knew what exquisite torture it was to masturbate someone furiously and then 
stop suddenly. It was one of her favorite teases and this young boy was going to 
get the same treatment as a grown man. She grinned wickedly to herself as she 
imagined how much he desperately wanted her hand back on his cock, but, before 
she continued, she wanted to snog him again and so she crawled up over him and 
planted her lips firmly on his.

His mouth opened and he kissed her even more passionately than before. He might 
only be 11, she thought, but he'd got the hang of kissing as if it was second 
nature. Propping herself up on her right elbow she slipped her left hand in-
between their bodies and grabbed his hard-on, squeezing it firmly while she 
snogged him. She caressed it lovingly as if reassuring him that it hadn't been 
forgotten. Then, with her tongue deep inside the child's mouth she began to 
masturbate him again, but this time slowly and rhythmically.

The boy moaned into her mouth, and to Zoe's delight he started rocking his hips 
in time to the movement of her hand. This was one of the things she'd hoped for: 
a horny boy who wouldn't just lie there like a log but would actually move his 
body.

It was so erotic to see a child's hips moving up and down fluidly, rhythmically 
and lewdly. She stopped again, teasing him a bit more and he sighed, his hips 
rocking as if trying to reconnect with the source of his pleasure. As she 
released him, her lips slid away from his mouth and her tongue traced a moist 
line down his neck to his chest. Her lips brushed lightly across his skin until 
she came to a nipple, where she paused, sucking gently and flicking it with the 
tip of her tongue.

She moved to his other nipple, giving it the same treatment, before eventually 
she began to work her way further down his body. When she got to his tummy she 
gently took hold of his penis again and as the tip of her tongue licked his 
tummy button she began to masturbate him again slowly.

She knew exactly what she was doing, and she played his body like a musical 
instrument. If she prolonged his masturbation beyond a certain point she risked 
him coming too soon, but by controlling him she could increase his pleasure and 
hold his first orgasm back for as long as she chose.

She pressed her face into his soft stomach and inhaled deeply to take in the 
smell of his fresh young skin. It was completely different to the smell of an 
adult and Zoe wanted to savor it. Matthew's hips began rocking again against her 
clenched fist and she held her hand still, letting him do all the work. He 
whimpered slightly and pulled against the top of the bed, his knuckles white 
with exertion, and Zoe let him pump himself in and out of her clenched fist 
while she licked his smooth tummy with the flat of her tongue, like a cat 
licking the last traces of cream from a saucer.

She placed her left hand on his chest and felt his young heart racing, thudding 
on the underside of his ribcage. Oh this was so sweet, she thought squeezing her 
own thighs together tightly in response to the burning desire in-between her 
legs.

She let Matthew pump in and out of her fist for a few more seconds before taking 
her hand away and leaving his little cock to twitch in space above his stomach. 
His narrow hips still rocked and he moaned softly as Zoe soothed him with loving 
words, caressing his torso and the top of his legs with a gentle massage. His 
big blue eyes looked at her imploringly, begging her to continue and she smiled, 
reaching over his lithe body to gently stroke his hot forehead.

"You didn't want me to stop did you?" she asked, smiling sweetly.

Matthew shook his head. 'No ... please, don't," he breathed.

Zoe noticed his cheeks were bright red and there were blotches on his neck and 
across his chest. "I'll play with your cock some more in a minute," she 
promised, "but first I want to have a good feel of this gorgeous body of yours. 
Is that okay?"

The youngster nodded, frowning slightly, not wanting to deny her anything but at 
the same time desperate for her to carry on wanking him.

Using both hands, Zoe leaned forward to caress his chest and tummy with the 
palms of her hands flat against his skin. "God you make me horny," she hissed 
through gritted teeth, "I just can't get enough of you!"

She looked at his naked body and wished she could always have it there in her 
bed for whenever she felt like playing with it, or just for looking at it. 
Momentarily he was just an object, an object of her desire, her little 
plaything... her little child sex-toy. Every woman should have one, she thought. 
What a shame she couldn't package him away with her dildos and vibrators to be 
able to get him out whenever she felt the need for young flesh.

Although he was only a child his body was sexually exciting to her, and she 
wouldn't swap this moment for a week with the hunkiest adult male on the planet. 
She thrilled at the perverse contrast between the body of the child and the 
engorged, erect penis jutting up over his stomach. The contrast between 
innocence and decadence was in itself an erotic beauty.

She imagined looking down on herself crouching there, in-between this child's 
legs, knowing that she was the cause of his unholy arousal, and seeing little 
horns poking out of the top of her head, with a long red tail curling from the 
base of her spine. Perhaps she was a devil woman, a corruptor of innocence, an 
arouser of lust in young children, and as she thought this she licked her lips 
lewdly.

She watched him now as if his mere existence was for her entertainment. This 
moment might never be repeated and she intended to make the most of it while it 
lasted. She pinched both of his nipples gently and the boy inhaled sharply, 
arching his back as she increased and decreased the pressure.

It was nice to be able to touch him like this, as if pressing buttons, and just 
watch as he responded predictably. She returned to caressing him again now, 
massaging his flat tummy and chest and he writhed under her touch like a little 
puppy rolling on its back.

She took hold of his penis again, peeling his foreskin right back and then, 
bending forward, she took the tip of it in-between her lips. Matthew looked down 
at what she was doing and his jaw dropped in utter amazement and his eyes rolled 
up into his head. Gently she sucked his glans like it was a succulent lollipop, 
curling her tongue around its velvety tip and making him gasp.

"Look sweetheart, look at what I'm doing," she breathed seductively.

The little boy refocused his eyes and again looked down at her in-between his 
legs. As he did so she took his penis out of her mouth and began licking it with 
his foreskin pulled right back, running her tongue from the base of his shaft, 
up his three-and-three-quarter inches to the very tip where she concentrated on 
his glans, curling her tongue around it seductively and covering it in saliva.

As he watched she expertly licked the most sensitive part of his penis, his 
frenulum. As she did so she began to massage his tight little balls with one 
hand, while holding the base of his penis with the other. As she licked him his 
face became a contorted mask of ecstasy and concern, his body went rigid and he 
trembled slightly.

Poor baby, she thought, he's not far from coming and he's worried about what 
I'll think. "It's okay sweetheart," she reassured him, "it's okay if you come. I 
want you to come, and I'd love you to come in my mouth... honestly! This is what 
boyfriends and girlfriends do. It's all part of making love, so just relax 
okay?"

Zoe slipped the boy's wet penis back into her mouth, holding it at an angle of 
90 degrees to his body, so that he'd get a good view of what she was doing. His 
expressions were lovely to watch, Zoe thought, and she watched him licking his 
lips as he stared intently at what she was doing, his arms straining as he 
gripped the back of the sofa-bed above his head.

His hips began to rock again, pushing himself in and out of her mouth as she 
used her tongue and mouth expertly. Then, the 28-year-old woman peeled back the 
child's foreskin so that once again she could suck and lick his shiny pink 
helmet like a lollipop. Matthew gasped and inhaled deeply, arching his back 
slightly, his eyes as wide as saucers as he looked down at what Zoe was doing. 
Her lips were sliding up and down his shaft, able to take his entire penis into 
her mouth.

His hips rocked up and down rhythmically, and Zoe stopped moving her head, 
letting him pump himself in and out of her mouth on his own. She placed her 
right hand flat on his tummy and stroked him gently, soothing him lovingly as 
his orgasm approached.

Briefly she took her mouth away, replacing it with her hand and then she wanked 
him so rapidly that her clenched fist made little slapping noises against the 
wet skin at the base of his cock. Then, licking her lips and grinning wickedly 
she slipped him back into her mouth. Matthew's narrow hips moved rhythmically up 
and down and he moaned softly as she rubbed and squeezed his scrotum and stroked 
his tummy. The girl knew exactly what she was doing and it would only be seconds 
now before the little boy would come in her mouth.

She had never enjoyed oral sex as much as this before. She liked the size and 
feel of his penis. It was more like a little toy and it was all so smooth with 
no horrid pubic hair so she could lick and suck his entire genital region and 
all her tongue and lips encountered was smooth skin made wet and slippery by her 
own saliva.

Suddenly Matthew grabbed the back of her head, pushing down gently as his 
movements became suddenly urgent. He moaned out loud and arched his back, his 
body trembling and his hips jerked like a little piston against Zoe's face. He 
was panting now and his tummy quivered. Suddenly his hips stopped jerking and he 
was simply pushing himself upwards, forcing himself into Zoe's mouth. Oh how 
sweet, Zoe thought, his orgasm was just seconds away.

She gently pushed his hips back onto the bed, and, gripping his penis firmly, 
she fully retracted his foreskin to completely expose his pink glans. Then, 
keeping his foreskin retracted, she lovingly concentrated all her efforts on the 
head of his cock.

"Come for me sweetheart," she cooed softly. "I love you and I want you to come 
in my mouth."

Zoe was skilled at sucking cock and she knew exactly what to do to blow the 
little boy's mind. Concentrating now she sucked and licked his glans, holding 
his shaft with her right hand and rubbing his tight balls firmly with her left. 
The boy moaned and his body began to undulate, but this time without any rhythm. 
He cried out loud, pressing down quite firmly now on the back of her head. Zoe 
gripped the base of his cock firmly and squeezed his balls tightly as he 
trembled beneath her. Then, with a final jerk and a loud moan he arched his back 
and drummed his slim legs up and down on the bed as his orgasm swept over him.

It was a completely dry come, as she expected it would be, and it was sexy to 
make a male orgasm without her mouth being filled with salty spunk. His orgasm 
seemed to last longer than an adult males and his little body jumped and writhed 
on the bed a little like a fish out of water. The expressions on his cute face 
were gorgeous. His eyes were screwed tight shut and his bottom lip was sucked 
into his mouth. Eventually he fell still, letting out a soft sigh as his eyes 
opened and a big grin spread over his face.

Knowing his orgasm was over Zoe stopped sucking and kissed the tip of his penis 
lovingly. Then, she gently released it and crawled up his body on all fours, 
showering kisses on his tummy and chest on the way up. He gazed up at her with a 
relaxed, dreamy expression and she gently stroked his forehead soothingly in 
almost maternal affection.

"That was lovely, darling," she said, "You've made me so horny."

Matthew smiled happily, his eyes sparkling. "It was amazing," he sighed, "It was 
totally, the best feeling ever. Thanks Zoe." He blushed slightly looking down at 
his body and breaking eye contact as a moment of shyness overcame him.

Zoe's heart swelled. No-one had ever thanked her for sucking them off before. 
Plenty of guys had told her that she was amazing in bed, or that something she'd 
done had been fantastic, but no-one had ever actually said 'thank you' before. 
Ironic, she thought, that the person who least needed to say it was the one who 
did. What a gentleman. What a gorgeous little 11-year-old gentleman.

"Matthew that's so sweet of you. But I should say thank you too, because I 
enjoyed doing it. In fact," she went on, "I think it's the sexiest thing I've 
ever done in my life." She continued stroking his forehead as she spoke, in the 
same way that a mother might do to her son during a loving moment.

The boy eyed her with a slight disbelieving look in his eyes. "Honestly? You 
really think that's the sexiest thing you've ever done?" he asked, raising his 
eyebrows slightly, "But, what about all the stuff you've done with older guys?"

Zoe smiled reassuringly, pressing her hand against the side of his face and 
stroking his cheek gently with her thumb. "Yeah, but Matthew, I've never done 
anything with a boy as young as you before, and I can't tell you how much you 
turn me on." She smiled lovingly and bent down to kiss him on the nose.

"Now," she said, glancing briefly at the clock, "we've got just over an hour-
and-a-half left, so, I reckon we've got enough time to nip into town and maybe 
get an ice cream. How would you like to get one at McDonalds?"

She was teasing him of course, the last thing she wanted was to bring their 
session to an end, but knowing that he wanted to continue was important to her. 
Then, noting the look of disappointment that crept onto his face, she said, "Or 
if you prefer ... maybe ... we could have more sex?"

The sunshine smile that flashed across Matthew's face told Zoe, as if she didn't 
know already, that her little boy couldn't care less about ice cream. What he 
wanted now was more sex.

Perfect, she thought.


Chapter 4
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Realizing that Zoe was just teasing him Matthew swung his legs around her waist 
and skillfully rolled her onto her back. He sat on top of her and held both of 
her wrists above her head, wrestling her into submission. She could easily have 
resisted him or wriggled free, but it was rather sexy letting him take control. 
He must be getting confident, she thought, and was pleased that she had 
obviously put him at ease.

"I wanna do to you what you just did to me," he said, speaking quickly in a 
mock-baby voice, as if trying to disguise the implications of what he was saying 
by the humorous way in which he spoke.

Zoe couldn't believe it. He was actually asking her if he could perform oral sex 
on her. This surely had to be heaven.

"Err, I don't think you can," she replied, trying to look as serious as she 
possibly could.

"Why not?" he asked raising his voice in protestation, although he was certain 
she was teasing him again.

"Well to start off with ... I haven't got a willy," she giggled, pulling her 
wrists free and tickling his ribs to emphasize her little joke.

Matthew squirmed on top of her but they struggled only briefly. She let him 
overpower her and was quite happy for him to restrain her wrists above her head 
once again, as if holding her captive. She quite liked being overpowered by this 
little boy, even if she was giving in willingly.

"Okay," she said, in response to his determined stare, "you can do it. In fact 
I'd love you to do it. You just gotta know that it's a bit more complex doing a 
girl than it is doing a boy, and, well, there's all that wetness down there too, 
how would you feel about that?"

His warm buttocks squirmed on her tummy and she was thrilled to see that he had 
a little hard-on again. It was every bit as stiff as it was the first time and 
was pointing straight up towards his chest. The difference this time was that it 
was still glistening with her saliva.

"That's okay," he shrugged, "I wanna make you come too."

"OK, I tell you what then," she said, eyeing his erection, "seeing as you've got 
another hard-on, you let me make you come again and then it's your turn to do 
me. What do you reckon?"

A big grin spread across Matthew's face and his eyes sparkled. He let go of 
Zoe's wrists and leant backwards slightly, holding onto her knees behind him as 
he did so. The expression on his face told her that he wanted more, and that was 
fine with her. Although she was desperate to come as well, her own orgasm could 
wait.

Gently, she pushed him down onto the bed beside her legs, then swung herself 
round and sat astride him, facing his feet, with her bottom on his chest. It 
excited her to think about how close her genitals were to his face, but there 
was time for that later. First she was going to wank him off.

Sitting on Matthew's chest and leaning forward slightly, her sex was pressed 
against his chest just above his sternum. Between her thighs was his flat tummy 
and about level with her knees, which were folded back underneath her, were his 
hips. His glistening penis was rock hard and lying flat against his tummy. She 
was going to enjoy this, she thought, and then after his second come they could 
get on with the business of introducing his strawberry pink lips to her aching 
clitoris. Oh, the thought of it!

Zoe was skilled at masturbation. She normally liked to take her time over making 
a guy come, bringing him to the brink of ecstasy and then letting him down 
again, repeating the process skillfully until he was virtually begging her to 
let him come. But it was also a turn-on just to grab a guy's cock and wank him 
off really fast and hard. That, she decided, was what she was now going to do to 
Matthew. It would be interesting to see how quickly the skilful hands of a 28-
year-old woman could make a little boy come.

"Spread your legs for me darling," she said.

Matthew responded immediately and Zoe grabbed a pillow, sliding it underneath 
his hips, to raise them slightly off the bed. Now, with the most important part 
of his body jutting up towards her he was in the perfect position for her to 
give him the full treatment. She leant forward slightly and took his penis in-
between her fingertips, pulling his foreskin down as far as it would go to 
reveal his still-moist, pink helmet. Then, without warning, she gripped it in 
her fist and began to pump it up and down as fast as she could.

A cross between a whimper and a moan escaped Matthew's lips and his hips 
actually pulled backwards away from her hands. With her free hand she grabbed 
his tight, hairless balls and squeezed them firmly as she rubbed his cock up and 
down rapidly. She would show him no mercy.

"Ah... ah..." the boy cried.

"Yes, what is it darling?" Zoe asked, through gritted teeth, as her hand pumped 
up and down, like a little piston at full throttle on his baby cock.

He began to moan now and it was lovely to hear. He gasped and then moaned again 
as Zoe continued to masturbate him skillfully. Her left hand alternately 
squeezed and rubbed his balls while she wanked him.

"Uh... uh... uh," he gasped, his narrow hips now jerking spasmodically against 
her fist. She'd make him come in record time, much faster than his first orgasm. 
Her hand pumped up and down furiously slapping against his body with each 
downward stroke.

Lovely, he was getting close, and so far it had taken less than 20 seconds, 
according to the clock on the wall. She leant over him and dribbled saliva 
lasciviously onto the tip of his penis from her bottom lip. Then, finding his 
anus with the middle finger of her left hand, she pressed her fingertip firmly 
against it whilst the palm of her hand pressed flat against his tight, hairless 
balls.

As she did so he cried out loud, and, rather sweetly she thought, told her that 
he was about to come. It had taken her less than 40 seconds to get him to this 
state, and she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against his chest, as he 
approached orgasm.

It was so erotic to watch his 11-year-old hips moving rhythmically up and down 
in such a fluid, sexual movement, like a little doggy fucking. Zoe dribbled 
saliva on his tummy as she watched it become concave, her right hand blurring on 
his cock as it flashed up and down.

Her left hand squeezed his little balls more firmly, gripping his hairless sack 
tightly as if she was trying to squeeze something out of it. The boy began to 
whimper and lifted his bottom right off the bed, pushing up against the hands 
that were working skillfully on his genitals.

Zoe knew that he was now very close to orgasm and her hand continued to pump his 
erection at the same frenzied pace. She didn't vary the speed. Her hand rubbed 
his little penis up and down as fast as she could.

The boy's moaning turned into a cry and his hips trembled in mid-air. His whole 
body became taught, almost rigid, and he let out a long, muffled sort of whine 
as he curled his toes and sucked his bottom lip into his mouth. Sensing his 
climax, Zoe expertly pulled his foreskin right back as far as it would go, so 
that her fist was pressing down firmly against his body, and, as she did so, he 
cried out loud as he came strongly, his narrow hips jerking erratically.

Zoe squeezed his balls tightly and pumped his cock rapidly, "Yeah, come for me 
baby, come for me sweetheart," she cooed encouragingly through clenched teeth. 
That was nice, she thought and it had taken her less than 50 seconds to bring 
him off.

With a long, whimpering sigh, his body relaxed as his orgasm subsided, but his 
penis remained stiff and Zoe continued to move her hand slowly up and down it. 
Slowly and gently she pulled his foreskin up and down, her motion purposeful 
although her hand was moving much slower than before. It was as if she just 
didn't want to stop. And, although he'd only just had his come, his hips rocked 
gently in time with her hand.

There was no doubt about it, Zoe had found the horny little boy of her dreams.


Chapter 5
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Zoe climbed off Matthew and reached for a glass of orange and champagne. She 
passed a glass to Matthew, who sat cross-legged on the bed next to her, then 
reached for a glass of her own. His little face seemed to radiate happiness and 
youthful energy, and Zoe wondered how anybody could think that what they were 
doing was wrong. To her, it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Hey, has this really got Champagne in it?" Matthew asked taking a big gulp, 
"It's nice!"

"It's a drink for lovers," Zoe smiled, looking at him over the rim of her glass.

"Does that mean we're lovers?"

"If you want to be," she said, with her eyes smiling.

Matthew seemed to think for a while and then frowned as if struggling with his 
thoughts. Eventually he said, "If we're lovers does that mean we get to do this 
again? Does it mean that we're, like, girlfriend and boyfriend?"

Zoe leant forward and kissed him on the nose affectionately. "Oh, Matthew, 
you're so sweet," she said, "If you want to be my boyfriend then I'd love to be 
your girlfriend, and yes, of course we get to do this again..." She paused for a 
moment, then, smiling cheekily she continued, "If you want to that is."

"You're kidding?" he grinned, "You bet I want to! And, if you were my 
girlfriend, we could do it whenever we wanted, couldn't we? I could come round 
at night, after tea, and at weekends too! And..." he babbled excitedly, like 
only an overly enthusiastic 11-year-old could.

"Slow down, slow down," Zoe laughed, cutting him off, "Boyfriends and 
girlfriends don't just have sex all the time you know. They go out together... 
to the cinema or for walks and things like that."

Matthew took another swig of his Bucks Fizz, his eyes as wide as saucers. Then, 
said, "So we get to go on dates too? Wow, this is gonna be so cool!"

Zoe smiled, delighted at his obvious enthusiasm for being her boyfriend. His 
openness was refreshing and was completely unlike the sort of games adults 
played in the early stages of a relationship, where neither party wants to 
appear to be too keen on the other. This was definitely not the case with a 
young boy like Matthew. He was excited about the prospect of being her boyfriend 
and had no reason to hide it.

"Well, I certainly hope we can go on dates. I want to spend as much time with 
you as I can," she smiled, running her fingers through his hair. "I really fancy 
you and I can't believe how lucky I am that we met."

His feelings were important to her. This was a momentous experience in his young 
life and she wanted it to be as right for him as possible. She wanted him to 
feel confident about himself and his sexuality, and the best way to do that, 
she, thought, was to let him know how much she desired him, but not just in a 
sexual way. If he was going to be her boyfriend then it was important for a 
loving relationship to develop so that he would learn that the opposite sex 
valued him for who he was and not just for sexual reasons.

"Do you really mean that?" he asked, his head tipped slightly to one side. His 
voice was raised slightly, questioning her, as if he found her desire for him a 
little hard to believe. Or, perhaps it was simply a need for reassurance.

"Matthew, you're fucking gorgeous!" she chuckled, leaning forward and tickling 
his sides, just above his hips. "Do you really think I'd be here with you now, 
doing this, if I didn't fancy the pants off you?" She momentarily chastised 
herself for swearing in front of a child, but then thought better of it. She'd 
just been sucking his cock, for Christ's sake and so if she was going to treat 
him like an adult, there had to be no holes barred.

Matthew rolled on his back giggling happily as she tickled him. His legs were 
splayed on either side of her and she noticed with delight that his cock was 
hard again and lying flat against his tummy. She wondered if little boys really 
could get it up more often and for longer than adult men. She'd soon find out 
and she wondered how many times she'd have to make him come before he wouldn't 
be able to achieve an erection again. She hoped it would be a lot.

Zoe playfully grabbed the boy's wrists and held them above his head, as if 
restraining him, just as he had done to her a few moments ago. Then, slowly, she 
lowered her lithe body down on top of his and they both sighed at the delicious 
feeling of their bare tummies pressing together.

Matthew stopped giggling and got that dreamy look in his eyes again. She could 
feel his boyish hardness pressing into her lower abdomen and gently, without 
breaking eye contact, they rolled over so that he was now on top of her. Their 
lips met and her tongue snaked into his mouth. As they kissed tenderly she 
squeezed his tight little buttocks and pulled him firmly against her.

"I want you to suck me darling," she said, breaking away from their kiss and 
speaking with her lips still brushing against his, "like you asked if you could, 
but I also want you to fuck me. Would you like to do that?"

The boy nodded eagerly and Zoe noticed that his cheeks were flushed red. A lust 
was smoldering in his eyes that seemed perverse on such an angelic, young face. 
She kneaded his buttocks and rocked her hips, rubbing her mound against his 
hardness. Her mouth was dry again and her heart raced in her chest, she couldn't 
believe what she was doing. She was actually going to fuck a child. She was 
going to fuck a kid. What a naughty, decadent girl she was.

"Do you know where to put it, sweetheart?" she breathed, gazing into his eyes.

Matthew nodded in reply but the movement of his head only slight, as if his 
excitement had momentarily disabled him. Zoe understood. His excitement was 
probably equal to hers but mixed with confusion about what to do next.

"Show me darling," she whispered, "Touch me where your cock's gonna go."

Hesitantly the boy raised his hips off her body and slipped his right hand in-
between them. So far so good, thought Zoe, and she spread her legs a little 
wider for him.

She sighed, still gazing intently into his eyes, as she felt his fingers slide 
against her wetness. Oh God, she was in heaven. He prodded awkwardly with his 
middle finger, not knowing quite where to find what he was looking for, and Zoe 
took hold of his fingers pressing them firmly against her clitoris. She needed 
all her self control now because the temptation to come on his fingers was 
almost irresistible.

"This is where girls like to be touched," she said, rubbing his fingers up and 
down against her hard little bud. She explained to him what part of her sex he 
was touching and then left him to continue rubbing on his own.

"Oh God, that's gorgeous Matthew, don't stop darling, just keep doing it."

Although he was inexperienced, his fingers were doing basically the right thing, 
and the fact that it was being done by an 11-year-old was sufficiently erotic to 
more than compensate for any lack of technique. As he became a little more 
confident, he pressed more firmly against her, his two middle fingers rubbing 
her now-very-wet clitoris up and down.

Zoe sighed. "You can do it like this too," she said, holding his fingers and 
moving them in a circular motion around her moist hood. The little boy was eager 
to please and his movement mimicked hers after she took her guiding hand away. 
She lay there in ecstasy, with her legs spread, letting this 11-year-old child 
masturbate her, rocking her hips gently against the movement of his hand. She 
could easily come now, but she was an experienced lover and wanted to save it 
until his cock was inside her. Maybe she could time it so that they could both 
come together. That would be nice, she thought.

Again she took hold of his fingers and moved them down her moist groove until 
they reached the entrance to her vagina. "And this is where your willy's going 
to go," she smiled, pressing his fingertips against the entrance.

Matthew's mouth opened slightly in wonderment. He was actually feeling a woman's 
vagina for the first time in his life. Knowing the basic rudiments of sexual 
intercourse, as he obviously did, was one thing, but to actually discover the 
strange and mystical place in-between a woman's legs was another. Zoe knew how 
exciting this was for him and felt privileged to be the one to teach him. She 
felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

"Now," she breathed, her lips still against his, "make your two middle fingers 
go stiff and push them into me sweetheart, as far as you can."

The excitement in the boy's eyes was evident as he tentatively pushed his two 
middle fingers into her wet hole. Zoe sighed deeply. This was simply delicious. 
Taking his hand she showed him how to pleasure her by pushing his fingers in and 
out, or by just wiggling them around while they were buried to the knuckles 
inside her.

Matthew learned quickly and before long he was masturbating her without the need 
for any guidance. Her breathing became short and ragged as he fingered her, and 
her hips responded by moving very slightly up and down.

"How would you like to put your willy in there?" she asked, her passion at 
virtual boiling point.

The boy nodded eagerly and Zoe gently took his wrist and pulled his hand away 
from in-between her legs. She brought his middle finger up to her mouth and 
sucked it, sensuously, tasting her juices, her eyes locked with his. When she'd 
finished she gently pushed his hand towards his mouth, and, getting the idea, he 
took his other finger and sucked the juices from it, just as she had done.

"Now you know what I taste like," she smiled, "and you can have more later if 
you like, but first I want this gorgeous cock of yours inside me." As she spoke 
she reached in-between their bodies and gently gripped his velvety hardness. She 
slid her fingertips up and down his shaft a few times, then, pulling his 
foreskin right back, she positioned the tip of his glans at the entrance to her 
vagina, guiding the boy's movements with her right hand on his bottom.

"Do you want to go in?" she asked playfully.

The boy nodded.

Oh my God, she was actually going to do it. She was going to fuck an 11-year-old 
boy. But she held his stiffness at the entrance to her hole, teasing them both 
momentarily.

"Tell me what you want to do sweetheart. Tell me you want to fuck me." And as 
she spoke her left hand squeezed his penis encouragingly.

The boy hesitated momentarily, his lips moving slightly without forming the 
words. Then, he whispered, "I, want... to fuck you."

She sighed as she heard his words and guided the tip of his penis into the 
entrance of her vagina, so that just his glans entered her moist hole, but then 
stopped allowing it to go no further.

"God, this is so horny," she sighed, "Tell me again! Tell me how much you want 
to fuck me!"

"I want to fuck you Zoe, I really, really want to." He spoke louder this time 
and she noted there was a hint of pleading in his voice. That was good, she 
thought, he wants it badly.

"Say please," she teased, squeezing his penis playfully.

"Please... please let me fuck you." This time he pushed his hips towards her 
slightly but her right hand was holding him back, preventing him from 
penetrating her further.

Hearing such words from an angelic little boy made her head spin and she gently 
stroked the length of his shaft that was not inside her vagina. She delighted at 
his hardness. He was absolutely rigid and his little hairless balls had formed a 
tight sack in-between his legs.

She kissed his cupid lips. "I love you," she whispered.

His sunshine smile flashed instantly across his face again. "I love you too," he 
replied sweetly, and with complete sincerity.

Zoe kissed his lips again, sucking them, nibbling them softly and then darting 
the tip of her tongue into his mouth. This boy was driving her wild. She pressed 
gently on his bottom with her right hand and they sighed together as his hard 
cock began to sink into her wet hole.

She placed both hands on his tight little bum and then, gripping both of his 
taut buttocks, she pushed him right into her. She curled her own hips up 
slightly to meet his downward thrust and his entire three-and-three-quarter 
inches sank into her vagina. Matthew moaned sweetly, biting his bottom lip and 
his body trembled as he continued to push against her as if there was more to go 
inside.

"Like this darling," she said, and, taking hold of his sides, she showed him how 
to rock his hips so that his penis moved in and out. She rocked her hips too, in 
time with his, so that as his hips moved up, hers moved down, and when his moved 
down, hers moved up. She held him initially to guide his movements but before 
long he knew what to do. His little face was a picture. He looked as if he was 
about to explode with pleasure.

"How do you like this?" she asked tenderly, gently squeezing his buttocks as she 
spoke.

"It's amazing!" he panted in reply.

"The nice thing about it," she explained lovingly, "is that your penis and my 
vagina kinda work together, and while that's going on in-between our legs we get 
the lovely feeling of our bodies pressing together too. She sighed, "I love the 
feeling of your tummy on mine," and to emphasize her point Zoe arched her back 
and wriggled her flat tummy against Matthew's. She truly did love it, and she 
writhed beneath him, sensuously rubbing her torso against his ... her body 
massaging his.

The little boy moaned as Zoe slid her hand in-between his legs from behind to 
gently squeeze his balls. She slipped her other hand underneath her bottom and 
slid her middle fingers around her vaginal entrance to feel his hard shaft 
sliding wetly in and out of her.

Zoe's vagina had always been tight and the fact that she'd had no kids, combined 
with her lithe, petite build meant that it was still as tight now as it had been 
in her teens. So even though Matthew's penis was small by comparison to an adult 
male's, it was certainly enough for her. Even if it had been smaller it wouldn't 
have mattered: the fact that she was doing it with a kid would have been erotic 
enough to bring her to orgasm.

She could easily get off just by rubbing against someone else's body, without 
the need for a penis, fingers or a tongue. As it was, the boy's cock was like 
having a man's finger in her, and it was certainly doing the trick. She'd never 
been this turned on by masturbating or doing it with a man and even her 
experiences with other girls were nothing compared to this.

His little balls were about the size of grapes, and they were so sexy and cute 
that she had the overwhelming urge to squeeze them harder. As she played with 
his balls she used her vaginal muscles to squeeze his cock and the little boy 
moaned, his tummy rising and falling against her own as his breathing quickened.

They began kissing again and Zoe was in heaven. His tongue was in her mouth, her 
small breasts were squashed against his chest, her flat tummy was pressed firmly 
against his, and his prepubescent penis was sliding in and out of her tight, wet 
hole. They were really fucking now. Matthew was getting the hang of what to do 
and there was an urgency developing in their movements. It was amazing, she had 
a child fucking her, and if she stopped moving he'd continue on his own.

"Come on baby," she breathed into his mouth, "you're amazing, you know. I've 
never been to bed with anyone who turns me on as much as you," she cooed softly, 
her hips quivering underneath him momentarily rather than rocking. "I think 
you're going to make me come quite soon," she sighed.

The little boy was so high on the whole experience that he hardly knew what to 
say for himself. But Zoe didn't expect him to... the expression on his face told 
her everything she needed to know. His lips were pressed firmly together and he 
was panting through his nose, his moaning muffled.

"It's okay darling," she breathed soothingly. "Relax and enjoy it, and if you 
want to come, then just come baby."

A smile flickered at the corners of his mouth and their hips ground together. 
Zoe snogged him again and writhed beneath him; massaging his body with her own 
and rubbing her tummy against his while they fucked and kissed.

"Oh God," she moaned, "this is just the best thing ever. Rubbing tummies 
together and fucking with a super cute 11-year-old!" she paused for a moment 
then said, "I love you darling. I wish we could just keep doing this forever!"

Matthew's face beamed. "I love you too," he gasped.

"I've got an idea," she said, "Before we both come, if you push yourself up on 
your hands we'll be able to look in-between our bodies and see your willy going 
in and out of me."

Matthew complied and Zoe felt a thrill of excitement as she got an eyeful of his 
young, naked body, his milky-white skin, flat tummy and narrow hips in-between 
her legs. His hard, glistening penis jutted out at right angles to his body and 
his lack of hair added to the eroticism of her view, emphasizing the fact that 
he was still a child. His hips moved back and forth and they both watched in awe 
as his penis slid in and out of her.

"Wow, that's amazing," the boy exclaimed. 

Zoe reached down and rubbed her clitoris to give him a real visual treat and she 
moaned lasciviously. While she masturbated herself, her free hand pinched her 
nipple, and she felt a thrill knowing how excited her little show of lewdness 
would make him.

"Come here baby," she said softly, pulling him back down on top of her, "lets 
rub our tummies together and fuck till we both come."

Matthew sighed as their flesh pressed together again and he felt Zoe's hands 
gripping his buttocks.

"Listen darling," she said, her voice a little shaky, "when we both come I want 
you to keep your eyes open, so that we can look at each other okay? I want us to 
look into each others eyes when we come."

"I think I'm gonna come soon," he gasped, biting his bottom lip.

"Good, I want you to come again. I want you to come inside me darling, and when 
you come, I'm gonna come too."

Zoe slid her middle finger in-between his buttocks, and finding his anus she 
fingered it gently. "Is it okay if I put my finger in here?" she asked pressing 
his anus, as if it were a little button, to emphasize the part of his body to 
which she was referring.

"You're kidding!" he replied, slightly incredulously, "What do you wanna do that 
for?"

Zoe smiled reassuringly. "If you don't like it I'll stop, but I kinda think you 
will. Don't forget... your willy's not just for weeing and your bottom isn't 
just for pooing either. It feels lovely to have a finger in there while you're 
having sex.'

"Can I put my finger in your bum too then?"

"Wow, like... yes... please, but don't blame me if I die of pleasure!"

Matthew grinned as Zoe told him to hang on while she wriggled across the bed to 
get something out of the bedside cabinet. They made the short journey without 
Matthew's willy popping out of her and he even managed a few thrusts on the way. 
Fumbling with the top draw momentarily, Zoe found the KY Jelly and squirted some 
onto the small of Matthew's back.

"Eeeek, what's that?" he squealed, "It's cold!"

"It's just lubrication so when I put my finger in your bum it'll just slip in 
nice and easy. We'll leave it on your back for a while to get warm first."

Matthew had momentarily stopped moving and Zoe was enjoying the feeling of his 
body lying motionless on hers. She told him to stop fucking for a while and they 
kissed passionately. She enjoyed the feeling of his tummy pressing flat against 
hers with his hard penis inside her while they kissed.

A few exquisite moments later and Zoe was fingering KY Jelly around Matthew's 
anus. She continued to kiss him but he was still forbidden from moving, 
something that was becoming increasingly difficult for both of them.

"Okay," she said, pressing her fingertip against his little bum-hole, "Just 
relax, and if you don't like it, say so and I'll stop."

Matthew screwed his eyes tightly shut and wrinkled up his nose, as if he was 
expecting something painful to happen. Zoe's fingertip sunk into his anus under 
the pressure she was applying, and she let it slide in to the first joint. 
Matthew's eyes opened and he smiled slightly, then moaned out loud as she sunk 
her finger deep in to his anus right up to her knuckle. His eyes were wide open 
and his breathing became erratic as she wiggled her finger deep inside him.

"D'you like it?" she asked, and the little boy nodded excitedly in reply.

She lifted her own bottom off the bed, applied some KY Jelly and then guided 
Matthew's middle finger to her own anus. He was certainly eager to please she 
thought as the little boy lifted her to a new level of ecstasy as his finger 
sank all the way into her bottom, copying what she'd done to him.

"Okay," she sighed, her heart thumping, "so now let's fuck, rub tummies, snog 
and finger bottoms ... and then I think we're both gonna come. Are you ready?" 
She paused, taking an exaggerated gulp of air to emphasize her long sentence, 
then, grinning said: "One, two, three, go!"

Their lips slid together their tongues slipped into each other's wet mouths and 
Matthew's hips rocked up and down as they began to fuck again. Their hips began 
to move more urgently and their pubic bones bumped together as they fucked.

Zoe pressed down firmly against his bottom with each downward stroke and her 
hips rose rhythmically to meet his in perfect timing. She squeezed her vaginal 
muscles tightly and could feel every movement of his penis as it slid in and out 
of her. She arched her back and moaned into his mouth. She knew she was going to 
come. A child was going to make her come, and the thought of it drove her even 
closer to the edge.

"Matthew, baby, you're gonna make me come sweetheart. You're so horny. I love 
you!" This would be Zoe's first orgasm against what would be Matthew's third and 
it was hardly surprising that she was about to loose control, given that she was 
living out her number-one fantasy ... doing it with a little boy.

Matthew's face was contorted in a mask of utter ecstasy. His baby-hips kept 
pumping up and down, and beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead with the 
exertion. "Zoe, I think I'm gonna come again," he gasped urgently as if warning 
her.

"That's gorgeous darling," she cooed in reply, "Come for me sweetheart, and I'll 
come with you."

She watched the expression on his face whilst squeezing his baby balls and 
fingering his anus. Expertly she rolled him over onto his back to take complete 
control. Rather than relying on the movement of his hips, she would now dictate 
the pace and bring them both to a delicious climax.

Their flat tummies slapped together audibly as their fucking became frenzied in 
the final throes of ecstasy. Matthew moaned out loud and arched his back, his 
body so overcome with pleasure that his third orgasm was every bit as strong as 
his first.

"I'm coming too baby," Zoe cried, fucking the child beneath her with more 
passion than she'd ever fucked a man. She cried out, holding nothing back as her 
body shook against the little boy, with his cock deep inside her and their 
fingers buried in each other's bottoms.

After Zoe and Matthew had both relaxed with another drink of Bucks Fizz, their 
attention returned again to sex. Matthew hadn't forgotten that Zoe had promised 
to teach him how to do oral sex to her, and so began the next stage of his 
sexual education. She taught him how to suck her clit using her finger as a 
dummy and drew a parallel with sucking cock, demonstrating what she meant by 
sucking his still-stiff willy.

He was an eager student and desperately wanted to get it right. Not only did he 
want to please her, but he was genuinely aroused by the prospect of making this 
sexy woman come in his mouth. He might only have been a child, but he was a male 
child and very horny.

She had a lot of fun teaching him the rudimentary basics of oral sex, and, when 
he was ready, he lay down in-between her legs and began tentatively licking her 
slit. Although he was inexperienced, his youthful enthusiasm more than made up 
for his lack of skill, and as soon as she was sure that he wasn't finding this 
new experience distasteful, she began rocking her hips against his mouth.

He obviously enjoyed it, and when he made her moan by doing something she liked 
his little mouth worked feverishly to bring her yet more pleasure. Looking down 
her body to see the little boy's face in-between her legs, concentrating so hard 
on giving her pleasure, she felt as if she was in heaven. His strawberry lips 
sucked her hard bud and Zoe moaned out loud, arching her back and rocking her 
hips, fucking the child's mouth.

She held his little face in her hands, guiding him to the right spot, loosing 
control and jerking herself against his lips and tongue. Eventually she reached 
her second climax with the young boy, and had a delicious orgasm in his willing 
mouth.

They spent their remaining time together kissing and cuddling, before eventually 
he had to hurriedly get dressed and run home to his mum. His penis was still 
stiff, and if she'd had the time she could have made him come again. The next 
time they met they'd have more time, and she'd take him to his limits, fucking 
him until his little boy's stamina ran out and he couldn't get a hard-on any 
more. She wondered how many times he'd be able to come. She'd find out the next 
time she saw him.

Before he left he told her repeatedly how much he loved her and she replied by 
telling him that she loved him too. They weren't empty words. She really did 
love him. She'd fallen in love with a child and it felt so right, more right in 
fact than it had ever felt with an adult male. Adam, her current boyfriend, 
would have to go.

She'd miss him after he'd gone and she told him so. She sent him home without 
his underpants on. It felt kinky and perverse to do so and she'd keep them under 
her pillow as a reminder of how naughty she'd been.

After he'd gone she spent the next couple of hours keeping busy with her dildo 
and her fingers. She came another eight times thinking of her child lover and 
eventually she fell into a deep sleep with his underpants clutched to her chest.

THE END


  
Adam Bookbinder - Breathless (Fb)