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Subject: {ASSM} Linda's lust for boys -  COMPLETE STORY  (FFFbbb)
Date: Sun,  8 Apr 2001 04:10:01 -0400
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Obligatory warning: The following story is fictitious.  It is not to be
taken as the truth, but only to be read by legal adults for personal
pleasure.  You may redistribute this, and archive it, but you may not
change any portion of it for any reason without express consent of the
author.  You may not use this on a pay site Proceed with caution.  This
story contains consensual sex between Women and Underage Boys.....

   Only scroll down if you agree with the above...



   Story : LINDA'S LUST FOR BOYS

   (A STORY IN 6 PARTS)

   Author : Mich Boyle

   Authors Note : This story is the first of a series dealing with the
subject of Woman / boy love All comments and suggestions and critisisms are
welcome.  I would love to hear from readers with an interest in this
subject.

   Linda's Lust for boys

   My name is Linda and I am a female boylover.  Everybody thinks that only
men can be boylovers but I know of many female boylovers of all ages.

   The realisation of my addiction to young boys had been dawning slowely
over some years but somehow I had always thought of it as a distraction
which would fade in time.  Instead it grew stronger and stronger until I
realised the true nature of it - I was a female boy lover, not just as a
distraction but as an all consuming sexual longing from which there was no
escape.  It had started in milder form some years ago - I am now 32 - and
then grown in nature to dangerous proportions that often threatened my very
security.  If the authorities knew of my lusts and exploits I would surely
be locked up for a very long time.

   My addiction to skinny 12 to 15 year old boys was however not one that I
could easily forsake - or indeed wished too - As long as I could continue
in my ways I found happiness like no other.  Perfect young smooth boys were
my weakness and I could imagine no other life without my addiction or
affliction as some would say.

   Men now played little to no role in my sex life.  Sure, I had Adult
boyfriends but they served mainly as a cover now....  and yes they did lust
after me, after all at 32 and single, I was still very attractive - tall,
slim and with the prettiest blue eyes and long brown hair.  Oh yes , I
could still pull the men but it wasn't the men I wanted anymore.

   But more of me and my life later - for now let me tell you, the kind
reader, of some of the boys in my life at present and how even as I write
this down the memories of so many boys and so many adventures kindle a
wetness and lust in me that no one but a fellow boylover could understand.

   Let me start then with my most recent adventure ...........

   Last weekend I flew down to the Italian coast from London, for a short
break, knowing that at the height of summer in a Mediterranian country,
scantily clad boys would be out in numbers for the picking.  An uneventful
flight marked only by a passing interest in a boy sitting with his mother
in the row next to mine.  About 12 , and French, he was dressed in very
short white gymshorts and sleevless t-shirt.  He had blond hair and a
cherubic face I nearly creamed my panties on first spotting him.  But ,alas
, his mother had him under close guard and all I could do was enjoy the
sight of that beautiful boy and his long silky legs sitting just 1 row
forward and to my left from the aisle seat which I occupied.  I would have
loved to entice him to the toilet with me as I have done with other boys on
so many long haul flights before but little Ralph - Blond and virginal was
not to be mine on that flight.

   An efficient check-in at the Hotel saw my luck improve as I was given a
room overlooking the pool and beach area.  No boykini's around the pool at
the time - too late in the afternoon I concluded, and then took a nap
dreaming of what could have been with Ralph had the flight been longer or
had his mother succumbed to a little chit chat and agreed to a later
rondeveux.  My pussy moistened quickly at those thoughts and soon my
fingers found the node of my hardened clit as lewd thoughts and images
invaded my mind - I had to have a boy soon or I would lose control of my
sense of good judgement which had kept me safe during many a trip such as
this.  Images of 13 yr old boycock - just 3 or 4 inches of solid boymeat
and the juices that so readily flowed from them ........images of boys in
tight white shorts with just a hint of cock bulge in front.....  images of
boys with tiny hips and tight butts such as a grown man could never have
..........Oh God....  and then the inevitable eruption as the juices flow
and my orgasm mounts and finally I writhe on the bed in a fit of pleasure
and slowely fall asleep the flight, and sea air taking their toll.

   Night time and a short stroll outside the hotel after dinner - along the
beach front with so many care free holiday families walking and laughing ,
and of course the never ending search for my next fantasy boy.  With no
real prospects in sight I turn off the main walk towards the little town
and the lights of the central district and the elicit pleasures on offer to
excitable holiday makers.  A trained and streetwise eye like mine could
make out the tell tale signs of a female hooker or drugdealer or even
rentboys on some occasions - unfortunatly usually too old or too haggard
for my tastes however - but one lives in hope.

   The Chinese pimp offering certain services to the single male
holidaymakers was obvious too, as he strolled along chatting to the guys
and offering who knows what to them.  I would not usually be approached by
one of those pimps who would usually make me for a single girl in search of
a nightclub or some other innocent fun as would be the norm for a girl like
me.  He was just a little taken aback when I asked him directly what he was
offering ?  , and more specifically what he was offering in the way of
something unusual.  At first he made me for a lezbian and suggested that he
knew of a young blond girl that he could get in 2 minutes for me.  After
some general chit chat he assured me that he was the local king of his
trade and that anything I desired could be procurred at a price.  I pushed
him then for some examples of what he could get and challenged his sense of
pride to tell me all suggesting perhaps that I needed to know what was on
offer before making a choice that night.

   "Women" - lots he claimed , "and Men - gigolos" too, and young girls
anything from 13 "he bragged as I told him to keep talking "and of course I
have boys".

   Tell me about your boys I asked now.

   He suddenly realised where my interests lie -" Oh " -" Oh" - he nodded
"okay you want boyfucky" - a horrible term often used to describe the
services of a young boy in such towns.  "Yes - tell me what you have", I
pushed, feeling now that he understood my secret needs at last.

   The young boy that he brought me some 40 minutes later did not
dissapoint and I arranged to have him for the whole night as was my option.
Fine oval facial features and dark hair - slim, boyish, shoulder height to
me, and just turned 14 .  Dressed in tight jeans and a t-shirt I was told
that he was a favourite amongst the tourists , and that he knew how to
please a customer.The reader can imagine how my pussy moistened
uncontrollably as I slipped unnoticed into my hotel room with my boy prey
that night..................

   END OF PART 1





   Linda's Lust for boys - Part 2

   Once in the hotel room I could relax as the tension of the pickup and
danger of the situation faded and I was at last free to enjoy the fruits of
my endevours.

   These matters must not be rushed if one is to enjoy them to the fullest
and certainly in my current state of arousal there was the danger of
rushing matters.  In the light of the room I examined the boy.  He had a
perfect boy-body just as I liked them - some would say skinny but boys are
naturally lithe and slim at that age between childhood and manhood and this
was a most perfect specimin.  Narrow hips, tiny waist and and slight
broadening of the torso to the shoulders.  About 5ft 4" tall - just
shoulder height to me.  His face had soft Italian features - no sign of any
facial hair yet, just a soft oval and slightly tanned face, nice cheekbones
and soft clean hair, a full fringe which he seemed to like flicking away
from his eyes.  Dressed as he was in t-shirt and tight blue jeans with a
slight cockbulge just straining against the denim, he was a dream come true
and I meant to enjoy this beautiful boy as he was intended to be enjoyed.

   He did speak poor English , enough to establish that he was the youngest
of a number of boys available for such pleasure in his little sea side town
and that business was good in the summer amongst the tourist trade.  He had
only started this present summer but his brothers and cousins of both sexes
had known about the trade and supplied the tourists for as long as he could
remember.  Of course the majority of his own customers so far were men but
it was not that unusual for a woman to request a boy and the boys just
accepted that fact as part of their trade.  He told me that I was his third
woman that summer but that I was the youngest and prettiest so far - his
smile at that point would have melted anyone.

   While he was talking in his broken english I started to carress his
chest and back by stroking under the t-shirt - so smooth and silky - I
couldn't wait to uncover more of his boyish mysteries.  Still dressed in my
light summer dress I sat on the bed and made him stand between my legs,
facing me.  I slid his shirt over his head now and felt the first gush of
wetness in me as I continued to stroke and from time to time to softly lick
that perfect hairless boy chest.

   There is something very special and sexy about slowely unzipping the
tight jeans on a perfect boy, and my hands now moved lower just lightly
stroking his crotch to induce the beginnings of an erection and then moving
to his zipper.  Moving the zip over the straining bulge of his blue jeans
was just as erotic as ever for me as I slowely moved it down and over his
erection.  What new treasures awaited now I thought, as I wondered what I
might find.  At 14 boys can vary in development from a small 3 incher with
no pubic hair to a fully developed 7 incher with a forest of hair. 
Circumsised or uncircumsized I wondered as my thumbs now each gripped the
jeans and moved them down over his tiny hips.

   To reveal - small red briefs that just covered what appeared from the
outside to be a 4 inch solid little erection straining madly against the
cotton fabric.  Soooo sexy.  I lowered the briefs now , down to his ankles
and took a moment to examine the special treasure before me - yes, just 4
inches of uncircumsized natural boycock with just the beginnings of pubic
hair growth visable above the shaft.  Pure boyish beauty standing straight
out now as if relieved to have been set free.My own desires and moistness
in my pussy was now uncontrolable as I made him step out of his jeans and
briefs to stand totally naked in front of me.  Still dressed myself I lay
back on the bed now pulling my naked boy down on top of me and sliding my
hands around that tiny tight but as I drew him to me for our first french
kiss.  Oh God , what was to become of me I thought as I savoured the
delights of his perfect lips and nude body against me.  I sroked his silky
smooth hairless little body and lost myself in the scent of boy and
boylips. I would never be able to give up this most wonderful addiction.

   He was light enough to manouver , and it only took a moment to move him
next to me as I slipped off my own dress and panties and then once again
drew him on to me - his little cock just pressing against my pussy lips but
not yet inside as I continued to savour the sensation of having this
perfect boy against me.  I felt wetness running out of my pussy now as I
slowely opened my legs and invited his boycock in.  My hands once again
found his butt and I felt him enter me as my pussy muscles clenched hard
against his shaft.

   Ther is a technique to properly fucking a young boy and one which is
learned over a number of experiences.  Firstly one has to have regard for
the smaller size of the cock and therefore ensure maximum friction against
the clit.  Size is easily made up for by the enthuisiastic stroking of the
boy usually enough to bring one to orgasm very quickly if not properly
controlled.  Some boys can climax very quickly and one has to sometimes
stop completely in order to prevent the boy from shooting within the first
minute.  No matter though for recovery is rapid and most boys can be at it
again in no time.

   I was in heaven as I joined the rythm of the boy and pulled him upwards
and hard against me in order to achieve the maximum friction against my now
rock hard little clit bud.  He really did know how to go at it and it
wasn't long before I was at the edge of a super orgasm.  What a delight
this boy was perfect in every way and a natural italian style that had me
in extacy in no time. .......and then I felt the rize in tension as he
prepared to cum.  The taught muscles on his butt tightened and then his
back arched slightly just a moment before he let go and a torrent of hot
boycum spurted from him. ......splashing hard against my inner walls and
sending me further over the brink as my own orgasm erupted and I cried out
to the thrill of it.  My hands were all over him now, on his tight little
boy but with clenching muscles, om his smooth back - fingernails scratching
him lightly - he would have the marks to show in the morning though.  Only
a boy could take me to that extreme and I enjoyed every moment of that
climax watching the ceiling spin slowely and then regaining some normality
as his rythm slowed and he slouched on to me - his light weight perfectly
bearable as I hugged him close and kissed him again.

   We slept naked and intertwined until the early hours when I awoke to
feel his hard erection against my side once again.  My hand moved down and
light fingers played with it, feeling every pulse as I toyed with his
boycock taking him just to the edge of orgasm and then moving away to
explore some other nook of his wonderful body.  Moving my head lower now,
down his chest and tummy to take him in my mouth - 4 inches of perfect
boymeat engulfed all the way into my mouth .  Sucking and moving on him now
bringing him back to the brink of orgasm but this time sucking harder until
the writhing of those tiny hips signalled the approach of the eruption. 
And then it happened ......  spurt spurt as he came in my mouth - hot sweet
nector being sucked from him and every drop being savoured and swallowed
eagerly - excess boycum dripping from my mouth now as I remove my mouth -
Only boycum tastes quiet as sweet and pure and very unlike the almost acrid
and thicker taste of man cum which I do not usually swallow at all.

   Too late for sleep now as I toyed with my boytoy through the night
inducing yet another erection and this time asking him to demonstrate his
own masturbation technique - and then watching him spurt on his own young
smooth tummy - and rubbing it into his skin with my hand - Oh god - so many
things to do with a boytoy and yet with sunrise approaching it was time to
think of goodbyes.

   But not before a long hot soapy shower together - legs intertwined, hard
boycock against my thigh and inside me again.  Washing that perfect body of
his from top to toe.

   At that moment I would have taken him home, if I could have, but I also
knew that within 12 months or so, he would begin to change as manhood set
in.  Oh yes I had, taken him at just the right age and just as he was
perfect and ripe for enjoyment just as he was.  I hoped that the other
women who had had him that summer appreciated him as much as I did.  I
wondered who they were and what interest had spurred them to choose a boy.
Were they true connisseurs of boys like me or perhaps for them it was a
passing holiday experiment to be forgotten once they left the sunwashed
beaches.

   I said goodbye at the door as he left the hotel early in the morning.  I
could have had him again that night I knew, but these things are best left
un-complicated by repeats and the potential trouble of familiarity. 
Already I was aware of my vulnaribility to blackmail, and who knows what as
the reality of the events of the night set in - Was it safe to even stay
another night ?  and yet somehow I knew that everything was okay and that I
would be safe.  The boys and the pimps depended on the trade and they would
not do anything to compromise their own position.

   These thoughts subsided as I returned to bed and frigged myself to sleep
once again - Had I really just bid farewell to a beautiful perfect boy such
as exsist in my fantasies or was it all a dream.  I wondered what
adventures lay ahead on my last day at this little holiday town, and then I
fell asleep - a deep sleep until about 11am when the sounds of the pool
outside and the sun streaming in awoke me again.

   Looking out my window at the pool area I immediatly noticed at least 10
attractive boys wearing tiny speedo costumes amongst the crowds.  Some
playing in the water and others just soaking up the sun.  Mostly they were
on holiday from other parts of Europe I assumed.

   It wasn't long before I too was lying by the pool and weighing up my
options for the day..........

   END OF PART 2





   Linda's Lust for boys - Part 3

   I looked around the Hotel pool and enjoyed the sights of summer play and
of course the numerous boys tanning and playing.  I loved watching boys at
play and loved enjoying the sight of them diving or running or just fooling
around - all that energy and vigour.  I loved the sight of their beautiful
wet boy bodies - smooth and tanned and delicate.  I love tiny Speedo type
costumes on boys or boykini's as I secretly called them.  Unfortunatly they
seem to be going out of fashion rapidly - to be replaced by the new
repulsive baggy costumes that do nothing for the boy.  The speedo shows off
their litheness and slimness like no other, not to mention the sexy little
boycock bulge.

   So I enjoyed the sights and weighed up my options for later.  There were
at least ten very cute boys in the 12 to 15 age range and being on holiday
many of them were alone and vulnerable to friendly chat by a fellow holiday
maker.  After about an hour of careful observation I selected my target - a
beautifull slim blond boy of about 12 with large blue eyes and a mop of
longish blond hair.  He was just slightly tanned and looked just perfect in
a one-size too small red speedo.  I knew he was right because my trusty
pussy moistened ever so slightly every time he came near.  Oh god, I just
had to have him.  He was with his mother and did not have any friends
around.  I waited for him to go for a swim and then made my move.

   Chatting up a lonesome boy in a swimming pool was dead easy, an art that
I had perfected and which worked almost every time.  Boys loved having
someone to play with in a pool and almost any one would do.  I entered the
pool near him making sure that he caught an eyefull of my bikini and
especially my breasts which most boys enjoyed.  A few minutes later I swam
near him and splashed him lightly in the face and then swam away quickly
under water.  It worked - it always did - he came after me immediatly and
surfaced next to me " hey - you splashed me" he said.  I splashed him again
and swam away this time he chased me and splashed me back.  The game had
begun - I had become his pool playmate and to a lonely boy on holiday that
was all he wanted.  From splashing we moved to frolicking with each other
and to letting him fide on my shoulders and the like.  Lots of innocent fun
and lots of opportunity to rub against the boy and feel his smooth body in
the water.  And then the chat up......  his name - Danny - on holiday with
his mother ..just 12 .  Okay - enough for now I thought and told him to
come and say hello later and I would buy him a coke and then I went back to
my pool lounger.

   An hour or so later at about 2pm, I spotted his mother packing up and
wanting to go back to their room.  He begged to stay at the pool and she
agreed telling him to be back by 5pm to get ready for dinner, and she left.
A minute later he came over and sat with me.  I bought him a coke and
chatted some more - just boy stuff about school and cars and stuff and then
he pleaded for me to swim with him again.  In the pool this time I could
innocently touch him even more and played with him for about an hour.  Then
we got out and after drying off I announced that I wanted to go back to my
room and that he was welcome to come with - he immediatly agreed and within
a few minutes I was unlocking my room door with my little 12 year old
speedo clad blond boy in tow.

   So far, our play had been innocent but it was time to get down to some
action now - The game had been long but the "victim" was mine now - just
don't frighten him away I thought.  "I'm going to take a shower and wash
the chlorine off ", I announced - 'Why don't you join me - we'll just keep
our costumes on" - The last part to ensure that I did not frighten him
away. "Sure " he replied and in a minute I was asking him to help wash my
back and then gently washing him as well - especially his tummy and silky
inner thighs.  He tried to hide the inevitable erection that such intamacy
brought on but the little 3 inch boner showing through his wet nylon speedo
was obvious to both of us.  As I dried him off , I told him not to be
embarrassed and I touched it just gently as I told him that it was
perfectly natural and that it looked very sexy.  I told him that I wanted
to play with it but that I would stop if anything made him uncomfortable.
Moving him to the bed now I gently undid the chord of his costume making it
obvious that I was about to remove it and then slowely pulled it odown over
his tiny boy hips and feasted my eyes on his totally hairless pubic area
with his little 3 inch boner standing straight out.  I felt my own wetness
increase as my pussy ached to be touched by it.  Uncircumcised and virginal
this boy was to be mine for his first time and I was determined to make it
his best time.  Touching his foreskin I noticed a slight twinge and
realised that it had never been pulled back before - this boy was a virgin
in every way.

   Reassuring him for the third time that I would not do anything to hurt
him I then slipped off my own bikini and drew the boy to me, inviting him
to touch my breasts and do whatever he wanted with me too.  His right hand
gently touched my left breast and hardened nipple.  At the same time I
continued to lightly touch his boymeat making sure that I did not hurt him
in any way.  I kissed him now - teaching him all the while to put his
tounge out and feel my tongue with his.  Hungrilly I devoured his little
boy lips tasting the freshness of virgin boy on him and drenching myself
even more.  Moving his other hand to my now gushing pussy I told him to
insert a finger and then two and told him that it was wet because he was
making me so horny.  And then for the second time in the previous 24 hours
I lay back and drew a boy on to me.  He was even lighter than the Italian
boy of the previous night (Part 2) and as I held him against me I knew that
his virgin boycock was just moments from entering a woman for the first
time.  Reaching down now I positioned his cock for gently entry and slowely
moved him in to my juicing boy hungry pussy.  My pussy muscles gripped him
instantly and I felt the slow retraction of his foreskin inside me as I
pulled him deeper.  An instant of pain on his face changed to extacy as the
hairless boy virgin slid in to me even deeper now until he could go no
further.  I began the fucking motion now - pulling him into me and grinding
upwards.  "enjoy yourself baby and shoot inside me when you are ready" I
whispered in his ear , continuing to fuck the little boy as I knew I would
from the moment I saw him.  Faster and faster as he picked up the rythm and
moved against me now.  My own orgasm mounted and then we exploded together
in a frenzy of debauchery - Grown woman and 12 year old boy writhing
against each other and enjoying every last moment to the fullest.

   As he withdrew and juices ran out of my pussy and on to the white bed
sheet I noticed just a tiny spot of red blood - the boy had been a virgin
and pulling back of his foreskin for the very first time had been
sufficient to tear the skin ever so slightly and cause a rare bleeding not
usually noticeable except on very young virgin boys......but the evidence
was lear - the boy was no longer a virgin.

   It was nearly 5 pm already and the boy had to get back to his own room
and I had to get out of town and catch a plane back to London.  I made him
promise never to mention the events of the afternoon to anyone as he would
get both of us in to a lot of trouble and sent him on his way after another
passionate french kiss.  That boy would never be the same again and I was
totally satisfied with my conquest.  I left the hotel immediatly after that
, taking a taxi to the airport - just in case the boy said something - he
probably wouldn't but it was best to get out of town now - just in
case......

   Winging my way back to London a few hours later I considered the events
of the weekend and the 2 boys that I had fucked.  One an experienced but
gorgeous Italian rentboy and the other a perfect blond American virgin
almost opposites but just as enjoyable.  I would never be able to change my
addiction to boys I thought but then I would never want to either.

   The following week there was the monthly meeting of a little club that I
belonged to in London - just 10 members - but all of them female boy-lovers
- those meetings were always very interesting and sooooo much fun
especially if there were young guests....................

   END OF PART 3



   Linda's Lust for boys - Part 4

   As the plane banked on route to England, My thoughts turned to my past
life of debauchery with boys.

   It had all started at about age 16 when the older boy that I was with
tried to force himself on me in the back of a car.  He had been big and
strong and I virtually had to fight him off.  After that I was a little
scared of older boys and made sure not to get into any situations that I
could not handle.  The near rape experience with that 19 year old shocked
me and I realised soon after that event that I needed to be in control
more. Older guys were scary - I could not imagine how I could take a
massive 6 or 7 inch cock into my small teen pussy and enjoy it with the
weight of some great brute on me as well.

   One day at age 17, at school, in the library , a younger boy of about 13
started chatting to me about a book, and he just seemed so non-threatening
and friendly that I started talking to him daily and eventually became good
friends with him.  Nothing more at first - just friends, but somehow a seed
had been planted on fertile ground and it was'nt long before I was
fantasising about that younger boy and what it would have been like in the
back of the car with him and not the 19 year old.  It was then that I
decided to find out and invited the boy on a secret date - just to movies.
I was totally in control, relaxed and enjoyed making all the moves - I was
so turned on by his innocence and boyish beauty that it was'nt long before
I was french kissing him in the back row and even feeling his boyish hard
on through his unzipped tight jeans.........and a realisation was dawning -
I had enjoyed that date more than any other in my life so far.

   I noticed too that other younger boys were becoming more attractive to
me with their smooth faces, tiny sexy buts, and innocence.  I was always
looking at much younger boys and noticed that somehow they turned me on
more than the 18 year olds that I was supposed to go for at my age.  The
sight of almost any skinny young 12 or 13 year old in tight jeans or even
school uniform now created an instant wetness an throbbing.  So I took to
constant daily masturbation and always to the images of the young pubescant
boys that I had seen that day.

   I continued to date older guys as well but mainly for appearance and
always being very careful of them.  My friends teased me about some of the
younger boys that I chatted too but I always made it out to be just
innocent chatting.  But I was aware that constant attention to younger boys
was not really acceptable in my own social circles and so I began to be
more secretive about younger boyfriends.  The boy dates I now had were in
secret and usually with boys from accross town.  My dates with boys now
usually included a little more sex as I loved wanking them off and tasting
their young boy cum.  I allowed them to feel my breasts and pussy but I was
not ready for full intercourse as yet.  I was confused and convinced that
this phase of interest in boys would go away.  But somehow it grew more
intense and I began to seek out boys in other ways as well - I began to
take on babysitting jobs as well as a way of getting closer to them.

   At 18 and in my final months at High School I finally surrendered my
virginity to a blond and beautiful 14 year old that I had been babysitting
for.  I thought that he was simply gorgeous and could'nt resist when I saw
him lying nude on his tummy on his bed late that night.  I had sat down
next to him and carressed his young smooth body until he woke up and turned
over.  He was already hard and it was'nt long before I whispered to him to
be quiet as I simply began stroking his perfect little cock.  I had to do
it and now was the time....I undressed too and I remember straddling the
boy and lowering myself on to him all the while lubricating wildly and
kissing him.  It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me,
to feel that boycock against my slit and then sliding in to the hilt.  I
had enjoyed every moment of it.  that cute little boy in his own bed.  The
feel of his smooth young body and 4 inch boycock sliding into me was a very
special feeling.  We had climaxed as one and I had milked every drop of
boycum from him before collapsing next to him that night.

   There were others too after that - probably one a week but somehow I had
decided that this could not go on and that the end of my school years would
be the end of my crasy and obsessive interest in young boys.

   After finishing school I had less opportunity to find younger boys and
my interests had turned to older guys again - but it was always boys that
haunted my most secret thoughts and fantasies.

   I became a nurse, somehow subconciously thinking that such a profession
would enhance my access to boys if ever I felt the need again, but this was
not a consious decision at the time.  It just seemed to be a good thing to
do.

   At age 24 I fell in love with a young doctor - if love was the word - it
just seemed that for the first time I had met someone older that I could
talk to and relate to.  His name was Peter.  He was 30 at the time and very
desirable marriage material.  For a while thoughts of boys receded and I
became the perfect little wife.  But marital bliss was not to last as long
working hours kept Peter at the hospital for days on end.  My sexual needs
were not being met and I began to hear rumours of Peter and other women.

   We drifted apart and our marriage became a sexless sham.  After 4 years
we divorced and I was free again.  I had not had a boy other than in
fantasy for 10 years but still my thoughts and fantasies strayed often to
those teen years when boys were everything to me.

   And then .....almost as if pre-determined by fate.......temptation
struck.  One Friday evening, driving out of town for a long weekend away, I
spotted a boy hitchhiker and screeched to a stop, determined not to miss
the opportunity for some chit chat to a boy again.  The same old feeling of
moistening pussy and a slight flush came over , as he got into the car Oh
God I had thought - he was just perfect - about 14, tight jeans and
t-shirt, blond moppy hair, smooth cheeked face and perfect skinny boy body.

   He was travelling north for the weekend as well , to visit an Aunt.  As
I chatted to him on the way I knew that I just had to have him and
developed a plan.  It was only a 5 hour drive - easily done in an evening
but if I could pretend that the car was giving trouble I could suggest a
stop for the night and then.........

   Not knowing exactly what to do I just mentioned casually to the boy that
the car had been overheating and that I would like to top up the water at
the next service station.  I told the attendant the same story and of
course he simply suggested that I should have it checked properly before
driving too far at night.  The boy did'nt doubt me at all or hesitate when
I suggested that they stop at a motel for the night and that I would take
him all the way to where he was going in the morning, after the car had
been "repaired".

   Of course to "save money" I suggested that we take just one two bedded
room and within minutes I was opening the door to a small motel room -
perfect boy in tow...........I was 28 , he 14 .....what was I thinking - it
was all wrong , but somehow I knew that my old teen ways were returning and
that there was nothing I could do to control these desires - he would be
mine that night.  The moment the motel room door closed behind us I simply
drew the boy too me and kissed him deeply on the mouth - he responded well
-and soon my hands were tearing off his clothes......10 years had been a
long time without a boy.

   That night my addiction had returned with avengance - I then began to
seek out boys again, learning pick up methods that never failed.  Sometimes
visiting certain spots in London where boys plied their trade mainly for
Gay men but also for the odd woman.  I had reached a stage whare my
obsession and lust for boys now controlled me, and short of seeking
psychriatric help there was nothing I could do about it - but then I would
not want to - I was having too much fun.  I did temporary work as a nurse
to earn a living and have some fun with the occasional boy patient always
being very careful.  My most rewarding assignment had been as nurse on that
boys summer camp a year ago - but more of that another time........

   The plane banked for its landing at Gatwick and I awoke from my semi
slumber - I noticed that these vivid memories of my life had caused a
moistening of my pussy. .............no time to deal with that now though
as preperations for the landing were made..........back to London and the
meeting of my special ladies club next week.................

   END OF PART 4



   Linda's Lust for boys - Part 5

   My weekend away over, my thoughts turned to the coming Friday night and
my first attendance at my special ladies club - the "Robin" club so called
because of the connotation to Batmans young Ward - the boy "Robin".  Some
months ago I had been invited to join the club under the most mysterious
circumstances.  A young 13 yr old boy that I had picked up 3 or 4 times in
Soho gave me an old somewhat worn business card and told me to phone the
number on it.  Intrigued at the mystery of it all, and having no idea what
it was about I phoned the number and spoke to a Miss Simmonds who was very
guarded at first but on learning where I had got her number suggested that
we meet for a quiet cup of tea, at which time she would explain all.

   Miss Simmonds was an obviously wealthy gentlelady of about 35 who
arrived for our "tea" at a posh inner city hotel in a chauffer driven
Jaguar and commanded her driver to wait whilst she found me in the
reception area and chose a quiet and secluded table in the lounge.  After
certain preliminary chit chat she asked me directly about my interest in
boys.  I stared at her blankly at which point she said " Don't worry dear,
David has told me all about you and I asked him to give you the card - You
do have good taste dear -young David is quite adorable is'nt he".  She went
on - " I sometimes use young David as a means of contacting, well , shall
we say Ladies with special interests, if you know what I mean - He tells me
about his female clients - few as they are, and if one appears to be
particularly interesting and comes back for more well then he may give them
my card. ...........  I have a proposition for you if you are interested -
There exists in England a very rare and exclusive ladies club for Women
with our peculiar interest designed to cater for and advance our special
tastes - if you are interested and assuming that you pass the preliminary
entry interviews I would like to offer you membership".

   "Of course I was interested " - I said immediatly "Nothing would keep me
from joining such a club if one exsisted." Miss Simmonds immediatly smiled
and said "good - I am very glad that you answered immediatly - any
hesitation, or even a request for time to consider our proposal would have
resulted in our offer being withdrawn - you see we only want absolute
enthuisiasts - no doubtfull Milly's so to speak".  She continued - "Well -
I have to be going - someone will contact you by telephone shortly to
arrange your interviews - there will be two interviews .......and
......well .....we'll see after that".  And with that she wafted out of the
lounge, leaving me somewhat stunned and amazed at what I had been told.

   Just 3 days later I was summoned to my first interview - by an ordinary
member of the club - Tessa - another tea at short notice - this time in a
tea room close to the Trafalgar Square.  Nothing about boys - just chit
chat about this and that, and my job and living arrangements etc.  Clearly
her aim was to verify my background and to ensure that everything I had
told them was true in every respect.

   The second interview a week later was more mysterious - a darkened
living room in a house and a masked lady of indeterminable age - sitting in
a chair, in a dark corner - she began by saying "No non-member, aware of
our little club has ever seen my face so until you are accepted I am
affraid that I will have to wear this little mask" Her questions , this
time were more direct - She enquired about everything possible regarding my
boy preferences - Age Preferences, Body type preferences, Background about
my interests, number of boys I had had, fetishes , etc etc.  I felt as if
my life was being torn apart and examined - My desperation to join the club
however was an overiding consideration and I answered every question to the
best of my ability.

   Another week passed before I received the call from Mrs Simmonds that I
had longed for - I had been accepted and was invited to attend the next
monthly meeting - North of London in the countryside - but as it was my
first visit and as Trust was still an issue - I would be sent for by car
and , if i didn't mind I would also be blindfolded for the duration of the
drive.............  and Dress was to be Formal.  I was also told to pack
for a full night away.

   On the designated Friday evening true to their word I was whisked
blindfolded and just a little nervous by chauffer driven car to the secret
location North of London, I was told ,but in truth it could have been
anywhere around London as I had no idea where I was being taken.  I was
wearing my best black long evening gown with a slit to the hip, and looking
stunning , if I may say so myself dear reader.

   On arrival at the gate , my blindfold was removed and I observed an old
stately manor house in the distance with enormous flowing gardens and of
course a circular driveway to the front entrance.  I was greeted by a
housemaid and politely shown to my bedroom for the night with a statement
that I would be summoned for dinner at Eight o'clock sharp.

   At eight I was escorted by the maid to a large Dining Room and took my
seat along with about ten other ladies who, judging from the table had been
there a little longer.  The lady that I recognised as Mrs Simmonds
Introduced me as "Michelle" and explained that for obvious reasons we did
not use our real names at these meetings.  It was certainly a mixed group
of what appeared to be wealthy middle aged ladies perhaps 30 to 50 years
old although there was one younger lady who I judged to be about 25 and a
slightly older Lady as well - perhaps about 60ish.  The chit chat around
the table was of the weather and politics and the news and occasionally I
would hear a reference to a new boyfriend (in the literal sense of the
word) or of some interesting boy related adventure.  I fitted in very well
and felt very comfortable with my new group of friends.  At least two of
the ladies were teachers at exclusive Public boys schools I gathered from
their chat, and another lady Cynthia - was a matron or something similar at
a boys home - her detailed account of a new 13 yr old who had been caned
for smoking and then taken into her bed within 4 days of arriving had my
pussy lubricating instantly.

   Dinner was announced a while later and the lights were dimmed as five
beautiful serving boys of about 12 years old walked in carrying a lavish
spread of meats and salads and vegetables which were placed centrally on
the table.  The food looked delicious but every eye fixed on the boys and
conversation ceased as they carefully placed the dishes on the table.  They
were all dressed in identical tight white stretch nylon pants, with white
dress shirts , black tuxedo jackets and black bow-ties.  They looked
stunning in the dimmed light, with slim perfect boyish figures shown off to
perfection by the outfits.  Each one of them had a perfect choirboy face
and longish hair - 2 blonds and 2 darker haired boys.  They smiled
beautifully with gleeming white teeth and exited the room just as
gracefully as they had entered.  I for one would have foregone my dinner
and taken any one of them back to my room that very instant but the decorum
of the occasion dictated that I return my concentration to the dinner at
hand.  Some of the ladies commented on how wonderful the boys looked that
night and what a great night lay ahead for all of us.  Dinner proceeded
with the serving boys appearing again every now and then to clear plates
and deliver deserts and wines and finally coffee to the table.  I did
gather an impression that their work was being carefully supervised behind
the scenes.

   After Dinner - Mrs Simmonds - obviously the host for the evening
announced that we should all move to an adjoining room for the start of the
evenings proceedings and entertainment.  In the next room we sat on
comfortable arm chairs as Mrs Simmonds explained that the first event of
the evening would be a special auction.  Proceeds of the auction would go
to club funds used to procure and pay for certain entertainments from time
to time.  The subject of the auction would be a boy for the night - not
just any boy but a boy especially selected from all the first year High
school boys at Morley Public School - an absolute vision of pleasure and a
guaranteed virgin.

   The ladies seemed very excited when the lights dimmed and the male
auctioneer who I recognised as Mrs Simmond's chauffer entered the room and
explained the standard auction rules to all the ladies.  The subject of the
auction was then brought in and an audible gasp of lust was heard among the
ladies - The boy was the most perfect I had ever seen - a 12/13yr old
huckleberry fin lookalike with a mop of curly blondish red hair falling
over his adorable blue eyes in a long fringe.  He was dressed in a
specially designed slaveboy outfit - basically a very short white toga that
showed off his perfectly proportioned young body and silky smooth thighs to
perfection.  His oval milky smooth and blemish free face was also a delight
to behold.  Without a doubt this pretty young boy should have been born a
girl but right now the ladies thanked the lord that he was a boy and that
one of them would pluck him at his ripest this very night.  I imagined that
not a single lady did not feel a gush of excitement at the prospect.  For
my part - being the newcomer I resolved not to outbid the other ladies that
night - The longer established members would resent that, and my membership
of the club was still tenuous.  The auction started at just 50 pounds but
was soon at 200 and after a lot of babbled excitment was settled at 500. 
The winner - surprisingly perhaps was Mrs Winterton - the oldest and
wealthiest of the members, someone whispered to me.  She quickly
dissapeared with her prize and one can only imagine the scene of debauchery
in her room that night.  I was also told that the boy would be looked
after, and well paid for his efforts - taking good care of the boys and not
hurting them was a founder principal of the Robin club.I was also told that
all boys present were sworn to secrecy and were transported blindfolded
from different locations and schools.  No chances of a substantiated leak
were taken.

   As for the rest of us - well the lights were dimmed again and the music
turned up as no less than 14 beautiful and scantily clad boys including the
very desirable serving boys seen earlier at dinner entered the room and
made themselves available to the ladies.  Most of them were wearing tiny
gym shorts and sleeveless t-shirts but some were in tight jeans and of
course the serving boys had on their stunning serving costumes of earlier.
I selected one of the blond serving boys that I had so admired and before
long I was "making out" in a corner with him - french kissing him and
carressing him all over.  He was very responsive and my natural lubrication
increased dramatically when his hand found it's way to the long slit in my
evening dress and to my panties.  I just loved horny and responsive boys
and this one with his cute little boycock straining hard against those
white stretch pants, was certainly irresistable.  I was so horny after the
events of the evening thus far that I had to hold back from raping him then
and there.  Surveying the room I noticed that every lady had at least one
boy and some had two to amuse themselves with.  Some were slow dancing to
the music but most were simply engaged in kissing or carressing their
chosen boytoys.An erotic sight as never seen before, as the reader can
imagine.  The ladies fulfilled there darkest fantasies in "public".  Most
retired to bed , somewhere around 1am, with their chosen boy lovers in tow.

   I too , led my boy back to my room, and continued my own evening of wild
and forbidden fun. ......  His name was Sven - of swedish origin hence the
perfect blond features, although he had grown up in England he had told me.
Inside my room I took great pleasure in slowely undressing him - firstly
the jacket and bow-tie and shirt and then slipping those tight white
leggings over his slender hips and then right off - to reveal the most
perfect young 4 inch boycock standing straight up to full attention and
rock solid.  Leaning down I took him into my mouth and enjoyed my most
erotic sensation of taking a boycock into my mouth, to the hilt.  I stopped
when I sensed his coming excitement and went back to french kissing him.

   The boy was even more beautiful nude, I thought, and as I slipped my own
evening gown off and clothes off , I could not help noticing that my
panties were drenched through.  Soon the boy was on the bed next to me once
again I was enjoying the full lenghth of his satiny smooth body against
mine.  I wrapped my legs around one of his and ground my sopping wet pussy
against a smooth thigh an incredible sensation that had me orgasmic in
minutes as I continued to fuck against his boybody.

   After a rest and some more gentle carressing I finally drew the boy on
to me and guided his little still solid erection into me - I felt his
boycock slide inside me and began writhing up and against him , grinding
into him and contracting my pussy muscles against his pubescant shaft.  We
fucked and kissed and carressed and enjoyed for about 15 minutes before I
felt him stiffen and I pumped faster as he released his pent up boycum into
me in a solid spurt followed by two or three smaller hot jets which
exploded against my inner walls, triggering my own explosive climax in the
process.  My nails scratched into his back and but, as I drew him closer -
if that were possible, and wrapped my legs tighter around his slender body
- milking the boy and draining him of his last drops until he could no
longer continue to fuck and we collapsed together as my our orgasm subsided
to long delirious waves of joy.  Twenty minutes later I touched his soft
shaft again - just lightly with a few fingers.  The response was
instantaneous as he immediatly hardened to rock solid again and responded
as I mounted him on top this time and rode him until I exploded against him
again.  Rolling off I took him in my mouth once more - this time toying
with him and sucking until his boy nector exploded against my throat.  I
swallowed every drop, savouring the taste and devouring the sight of his
tiny boy hips right up close against my face.No man in the world could
match the sheer joy and pleasure and staying power and recuperation speed
of a boy like Sven I thought as we lay together after that.

   Never had I been so excited in an evening of such pleasure and I thanked
my stars for the chance introduction and acceptance into this very special
club.

   Needless to say I fucked that boy through the night in every way -
enjoying his youthfull powers of recovery to the fullest.  We fell asleep
as dawn came upon the manor house and awoke intertwined at about 11am with
the sun streaming through the cracks in the dark curtaining.  Another round
of perfect boy loving sex followed, during which I practised the ancient
art of boy milking - making him cum hard in my hand within just a minute.

   And then alas ---- a soft tapping at the door signalled that the perfect
night was over and I was to prepare for the return journey which was to
depart at midday.  Looking through my window I noticed a number of ladies
being collected and driven off by their chauffers including the elderly Mrs
Winterton who, unless it was my imagination, appeared to be walking in a
distincly bow-legged and strained fashion that morning !

   I bid farewell to Sven and once again I was blindfolded and driven to
London, but not before being told that I would be contacted shortly about
the next monthly meeting of our special club.  What new and erotic delights
awaited me, I wondered as I returned to my little London
apartment....................

   END OF PART 5



   Linda's Lust for boys - Part 6

   The night away with the Robin club (part 5) had been fantastic and I had
frigged my self for 3 nights thinking about the wonderful events of that
evening and the new delights awaited the select few members of that very
exclusive club in the future.  The ladies had told me about other events
organised by them over the years and it seemed that they were all very
determined to enjoy life and their little special kink to the fullest
extent.  I had heard about exotic trips to interesting parts of the world
in pursuit of boy pleasures.  I had been told about the charter of a motor
yacht in the Med crewed of course by an all boy crew and I had heard of
visits to boy brothels in India.  These ladies certainly knew how to party
and also how to keep the secrets of their 100 yr old club - previously
known as the "Page" club in victorian times - an abbreviation for Pageboy ,
I gathered.

   The club promised to be the most amount of fun I had had in years, even
surpassing the erotic delights of the previous years "Summer Camp" , which
had been the highlight of my life, up until the club had come along.

   Yes, dear reader that previous summer had also been one to remember.  My
employment agent who I used for part time assignments had asked whether I
would be interested in taking on a six week assignment as nurse at a boys
summer camp in France - on one of the French Lakes.  I immediatly accepted
the position and within days I was briefed by the camps manager.  The camp
accepted boys from all over Europe but would mainly be for British boys,
aged 10 to 15 - the objective being to improve foreign language skills by
combining boys from different countries in Europe.  My role was that of
Nurse working under supervision of the Camp's Lady doctor - with
responsibility for the sick bay -and general health matters.

   I was soon on cross channel ferry and connecting train journey to the
Camp.

   The Reader can imagine my excitement at such a prospect, my previous
traning as a nurse coming in hand ( note pun ) at last.

   On arrival I was given a brief tour by the Doctor and shown my quarters
which was really an ajoining room to the little 6 bedded sick room.  The
boys would be arriving the next day and I was to ensure that everything was
ready and in working order in the interim - this included checking on
stocks of bandages, plasters, pills and the like and generally ensuring
that I knew the ropes.  The assignment looked easy - there was'nt even a
boy to look after yet - hopefully that would change.  Of course I had to
wear a little nurses outfit for my duties and I ensured that it was
suitably short and sexy - after all these boys parents were paying good
money for attendance at this very exclusive camp and we all had to look the
part.

   The boys arrived the next day - all wearing a compulsory camp uniform
comprising of very short denim shorts and a white t-shirt with the camps
name on the back.  They looked stunning in those little skimpy uniforms and
my heart missed more than a beat as I watched their arrival and routine
assignment to their "teams" and bungalows by the camp councillers.

   In the afternoon everybody including all the boys attended a formal
introduction meeting and of course being staff, I was introduced as the
camp nurse.  More than one or two of the boys wolf whistled at seeing me in
my little outfit and I immediatly knew that this would be a summer to
remember.

   It was'nt long before I had my first case - at swimming, a boy had
fallen into the lake and hit his head on a log in the process - one of the
camp councillors carried him up to the infirmary and I immediatly set about
tending to him.  About 13, blond and still in his speedo we lay him on a
bed and I looked at his head.  Besides a small cut, easily cleaned and
dressed, he was fine, but for good measure I thought it best if he stayed
over night.  The councillor left me alone with the boy and I decided that
the first thing to do was to get him out of his wet costume and in to some
night clothes.  I told him to lift his hips and gently slipped the wet
speedo off.  I gasped at the beauty of the now naked boy on the bed and
told him to relax as I wanted to just wash the lake water off him and dress
him again.  The reader can imagine my own excitement as I gently sponged
him down leaving his thighs and groin to last.  His silky smooth thighs
especially the very sensitive inner part were a delight indeed and soon my
motions stirred his boyhood to rise just ever so slightly - as could be
expected.  Finally my hand brushed his little 4 incher and it hardened even
more as I began to softly soap the boy around the area of his little cock.
For my own part - I was wet and shaking just a bit at the excitement.  And
then slowely I moved to wash his boycock thrilling in the obviously
embarressed but very excited look on his young blemish free boy face.  I
switched almost unnoticed from washing to frigging the boy and told him to
lay still as my skilled fingers took him in hand and quickened the pace on
his erect and solid little piece of pure boy.  I indicated to him to relax
and enjoy it as I continued milking this young perfect boy.  And then
minutes later, he arched his back and shot the first jet of cum onto his
flat smooth tummy...........and then another .  Not wanting to waste that
pure boycum I gently bent down and licked it off him -----mmmmm so smooth
and milky.

   I dressed the boy and I got back to my chores around the infirmary,
which needless to add dear reader included a solitary session in the
bathroom reliving the events of the day.  Later that night I told my boy
patient to go to sleep and that he could rejoin his buddies in the morning
, and that I would be in the adjoining room if he needed anything.

   At about midnight he came to me - encouraged by the events of earlier no
doubt, and still a little nervous , he just opened my door and stood by the
bed until I moved up a bit and motioned to him to climb in beside me - and
he slid his warm smooth boy body into my bed.  I immediatly french kissed
those cherry boy lips and at the same time undressed him fully.  I slept
nude in the summer and the feeling of that naked youngster against my body
under the light blanket started my pussy juicing as I held him close and
intertwined my long legs with his silky smooth boy legs.  I felt his little
erection grow once more against my thigh.  I moved him over and on top of
me and continued to french kiss him as I moved him into position - boycock
just at the entrance to my lubricating boy hungry pussy.  And then I guided
him in - right to the hilt - just 4 inches but solid like an iron rod as he
started moving naturally and rythmacly against me.  My hand on his tiny boy
but now as we fucked each other - on and on until once again he exploded
this time inside me and my own delayed climax screached for release as our
juices met and boiled over to equisite orgasm.  Through the night we mated
Woman and boy - until the first crack of dawn brought sense and caution as
I lay him back in his own bed.  Even if no other boy became available over
the next few weeks I would still feel very satisfied over the events of
that first night and I could always have this perfect boy again.

   Thank heavens that he had come to me - that way he would feel that he
had initiated the actual sex and would hopefully be more inclined to keep
the secret on pain of discovery and exspulsion - I could simply deny.

   Two days later 2 boys of just 11 - nearly killed each other in a fight
and were both brought to the infirmary for treatment.  On questioning them
they admitted to actually being best friends but had simply had a fight
about a boat and whose turn it was to row.  They were both gorgeous boys
and looked simply adorable in their tiny tattered shorts and torn shirts.
Once again I cleaned them up and once again I bathed them - this time in
the bath together.  Within seconds they had little erections and with two
boys decided to limit my ministrations to just a few seconds of frigging
each little cock and then drying tham and sending them to bed - one of them
had a swollen finger from the fight and I thought that the finger needed
watching in case it was broken.  I looked in on them later that night only
to discover that they had joined each other in the same bed and were in
fact frigging each other under the blankets.  Boys will be boys I thought
as I simply told them that it would be much more fun if I were to do that
to them instead.  Within minutes I was frigging both boys until once again
2 jets of pure boycum - just a drop each - sprayed the air.  Those 2 slept
soundly after that.

   The reader will surely understand if I skip through all the many events
of those 6 weeks at Summer camp, other than to record that by the end of
the camp my score was something like this.  14 different boys had been
manually or orally masturbated to orgasm - many on more than one occasion,
and 9 boys had lost their virginity.  For my own part it was truly a record
as well never before had so many boys passed through my hands so to speak
over such a short period of time and never before had I had so many boy
inspired orgasms so close together.  Ah yes dear reader I was truly a boy
craving slut in the most truest sense of the word.  Never before and never
again would the boys of "Camp French" be so well treated by the camp nurse.

   Of course - word of my ministrations to the boys eventually spread
throughout the camp and I decided to cut my tour of nurse duty down to just
4 weeks in the end, as my superiors were somewhat suspicious of the rumours
in the camp.

   ........................................

   Life goes on and so it i,s that this tale of the complete debauchery of
one woman must end.  Linda - continues to enjoy the delights of her special
interest in and around London.  Word is that she was voted President of the
Robin club for 3 years running recently and word is that branches of the
Robin club can now be located throughout the world with frequent visits
between members.



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