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Linda's Lust For Boys (F/boys+, orgy, ped, 1st)
by Mich Boyle (mich_boyle@hotmail.com)
***
The story of Linda - a beautiful 32-year-old woman with
an addiction to boys - her adventures and seductions.
***
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. Proceed with caution.
This story contains consensual sex between Women and
Underage Boys....
Authors Note: This story is the first of a series
dealing with the subject of Woman/boy love All comments
and suggestions and criticisms are welcome. I would love
to hear from readers with an interest in this subject.
*** CHAPTER 1: My Addiction
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 slowly 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 Mediterranean 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 gym shorts and
sleeveless 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 chitchat
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 judgment which had kept me safe during many
a trip such as this. Images of 13-year-old boycock just
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 slowly 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 drug dealer or even
rent-a-boys on some occasions, unfortunately 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 lesbian and suggested that he knew of a
young blond girl that he could get in 2 minutes for me.
After some general chitchat he assured me that he was the
local king of his trade and that anything I desired could
be procured 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.
He suddenly realised where my interests lay, "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 disappoint 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. He was 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....
*** CHAPTER 2: Italian Boy
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 specimen. Narrow hips, tiny waist 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 seaside 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
caress 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 slowly
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
slowly 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. Circumcised or uncircumcised 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. So 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 uncircumcised natural boycock with just
the beginnings of pubic hair growth visible 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 uncontrollable 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 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 stroked 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 slowly
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.
There 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 enthusiastic 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 rhythm 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 ecstasy in
no time, and then I felt the rise 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. He splashed 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, on 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
slowly and then regaining some normality as his rhythm
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
signaled the approach of the eruption.
And then it happened.... spurt, spurt, as he came in my
mouth. Hot sweet nectar being sucked from him. Every drop
savoured and swallowed eagerly, excess boycum dripping
from my mouth now as I remove it. 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 connoisseurs of boys
like me or perhaps for them it was a passing holiday
experiment to be forgotten once they left the sun washed
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 vulnerability 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 exists 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 immediately
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....
*** CHAPTER 3: Seducing Danny
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 vigor.
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.
Unfortunately 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
holidaymaker.
After about an hour of careful observation I selected my
target, a beautiful 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 eyeful 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
immediately 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. He had just turned 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 me.
He immediately 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 Danny? We'll just keep
our costumes on." The last part to ensure that I didn't
frighten him away.
"Sure," he replied and in a minute I was asking him to
wash my back and then gently washing his as well --
especially his tummy and silky inner thighs.
He tried to hide the inevitable erection that such
intimacy 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 very gently as I told him that it was
perfectly natural and that it looked very sexy too. Then
I told him that I wanted to play with it but that I would
stop if anything made him feel uncomfortable.
Leading him to the bed I gently undid the chord of his
costume making it obvious that I was about to remove it.
Then I slowly pulled it down 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.
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 tongue out and feel
my tongue with his.
Hungrily 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 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 stiff
little cock and slowly 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 ecstasy 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're ready," I whispered
in his ear, continuing to fuck the little boy as I knew I
would from the moment I saw him.
We moved faster and faster as he picked up the rhythm and
moved against me now. My own orgasm mounted and then we
exploded together in a frenzy of debauchery -- grown
woman and little 12-year-old boy writhing against each
other and enjoying every last moment to the fullest.
As he withdrew and juices ran out of me 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 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 lie -- the boy was no longer a
virgin.
It was nearly 5 pm already and the he 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
what happened that afternoon to anyone or he would get
both of us into a lot of trouble. And then I sent him on
his way after another passionate french kiss. That little
boy would never be the same again and I was totally
satisfied with my conquest.
I left the hotel immediately after that, taking a taxi to
the airport -- just in case the boy had 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 little
Italian rent-a-boy and the other a perfect blond American
virgin child -- almost opposites but just as enjoyable. I
would never be able to control my addiction to little
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 so much fun,
especially if there were young guests present.
*** CHAPTER 4: Why I Became Addicted
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 dating 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 couldn't
handle. The near rape experience with that 19 year old
shocked me and I realised soon after that, 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 teenage pussy and enjoy it with the weight of
some great brute on top of me as well.
One day at school, when I was 17, 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 than talk at first,
just friends. But somehow a seed had been planted on
fertile ground and it wasn't 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 big
19 year old.
It was then that I decided to find out and invited him on
a secret date -- just to movies. I was totally in
control, relaxed and I enjoyed making all the moves. I
was so turned on by his innocence and boyish beauty that
it wasn't long before I was french kissing him madly in
the back row, and even feeling his boyish hard on through
his unzipped tight jeans.... 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
butts, 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 image a young pubescent
boy that I had seen and fancied that day.
I continued to date older guys as well but mainly for
appearance sake 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.
I was aware that constant attention to younger boys was
not really acceptable in my own social circles so I began
to be more secretive about younger boyfriends. The boy
dates I now had were in secret and usually with boys from
across town. My dates with little boys now usually
included a little more sex because I enjoyed 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 little boys
would go away. But somehow it grew more intense and I
began to seek out small boys in other ways as well. I
began to take on babysitting jobs 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 11-
year-old boy that I had been babysitting for. I thought
that he was simply gorgeous and I couldn't resist when I
saw him lying nude on his tummy on his bed late that
night. I had sat down next to him and caressed his young
smooth body until he woke up and turned over. He was
already hard and it wasn't 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, and I
remember straddling him and lowering myself on to him all
the while lubricating wildly and kissing him
passionately. 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
climaxed as one and I milked every drop of boycum from
him before collapsing next to him panting 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
crazy and obsessive interest in young boys.
After finishing school I had less opportunity to find
young boys and my interests had turned to older guys
again, but it was always small boys that haunted my most
secret thoughts and fantasies.
I became a nurse, somehow subconsciously thinking that
such a profession would enhance my access to young boys
if ever I felt the need again. But this was not a
conscious 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 right 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 teenage
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 chitchat with a boy again. The same
old feeling of moistening pussy and a slight flush came
over me, as he got into the car. Oh God I had thought, he
was just perfect -- around 13 or 14, tight jeans and t-
shirt, blond moppy hair, smooth cheeked face and perfect
skinny boy body.
He was traveling north for the weekend as well to visit
an Aunt. As I chatted with him 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 me trouble I could suggest a stop for
the night and then....
Not knowing exactly what I was doing I 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 didn't doubt me at all or hesitate when I
suggested that we 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 room with two beds and within minutes I was opening
the door to a small motel room -- perfect boy in tow....
I was 28, he just 14. What was I thinking? it was wrong,
but somehow I knew that my old teenage ways were
returning and that there was nothing I could do to
control my 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 returned with a vengeance. 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 where my obsession and lust for
boys now controlled me, and short of seeking psychiatric
help there was nothing I could do about it, but then I
wouldn't 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 the vivid memories
of my life had caused a moistening of my pussy.... no
time to deal with that now though as preparations for the
landing were made.... back to London and the meeting of
my special ladies club next week.
*** CHAPTER 5: The Robin Club
My weekend away, over, my thoughts turned to the coming
Friday night and my first attendance at our special
ladies club -- the "Robin Club," so called because of the
connotation to Batman's young Ward - the boy "Robin."
Some months ago I had been invited to join the club under
the most mysterious of circumstances. A young 13-year-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, and having no idea what it was
about I phoned the number and spoke to a Mrs. 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 gentle lady of
about 35 who arrived for our "tea" at a posh inner city
hotel in a chauffer driven Jaguar. She 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 chitchat she asked me directly
about my interest in little 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 isn't 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.
She smiled and continued, "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. It's designed to cater for and advance
our special tastes. If you're interested and assuming
that you pass the preliminary entry interviews I would
like to offer you membership."
"Of course I was interested," I said immediately.
"Nothing would keep me from joining such a club if one
existed."
Miss Simmonds immediately smiled and said, "Good, I am
very glad that you answered immediately. 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 enthusiasts, no doubtful Millie'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 tearoom close to
Trafalgar Square. Nothing about boys, just chitchat 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 with 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're accepted I am
afraid 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, background about my
interests, number of boys I'd had, fetishes, etc, etc. I
felt as if my life were being torn apart and examined. My
desperation to join this unique club however was an
overriding 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. It would
be 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. I was told to
dress formal. I was also told to pack for a full night
away.
On the designated Friday evening, true to their word I
was whisked away 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 room 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. I recognised Mrs. Simmonds, who 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 chitchat 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 year old boy 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 and the lights were dimmed as five
beautiful young serving boys of about 12 years old or so
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 gleaming
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 evening's proceedings and
entertainment.
In the next room we sat on comfortable armchairs 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. Simmonds'
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 thing I had ever seen, a 12-
year-old huckleberry fin look-alike, 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
slave boy 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 moment this very night. I imagined that not a
single lady did not feel a gush of excitement at the
prospect.
I For my part, being the newcomer 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 excitement was settled at 500.
The winner - surprisingly perhaps was Mrs. Winterton -
the oldest and wealthiest of the members, someone
whispered to me.
She quickly disappeared 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 caressing 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 young boys and this one
with his cute little boycock straining hard against those
white stretch pants, was certainly irresistible.
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 caressing 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 1 am 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, he
was 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 slowly 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 length 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 caressing 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 pubescent shaft.
We fucked and kissed and caressed 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 butt.
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 immediately 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 him I took his slick boy column in my mouth
once more -- this time toying with him and sucking until
his boy nectar exploded against the back of 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 youthful 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
practiced 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 signaled that
the perfect night was over and I was to prepare for the
return journey which was to depart at midday.
Looking out my window I noticed a number of ladies being
collected and driven off by their chauffeurs including
the elderly Mrs. Winterton who unless it was my
imagination, appeared to be walking in a distinctly 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....
*** CHAPTER 6: Summer Camp
The night away with the Robin Club 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 year 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 immediately 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 training 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 adjoining room to
the little 6 bed 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 wasn't 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 councilors.
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 immediately knew that this would
be a summer to remember.
It wasn't 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 councilors carried him
up to the infirmary and I immediately 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 councilor 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 nightclothes.
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 slowly I moved to wash his boycock thrilling in the
obviously embarrassed 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 flesh. Mmmmm so smooth and
milky, just like find wine.
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 immediately 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! He was just 4 inches
long but he was solid like an iron rod as he started
moving naturally and rhythmically against me.
My hand on his tiny boy butt now as we fucked each other
-- on and on, until once again he exploded -- this time
inside me and my own delayed climax screeched for release
as our juices met and boiled over to exquisite orgasm.
Through the night we mated -- woman and boy -- until the
first crack of dawn brought sense and caution rushing
back and 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 by that first night and I could
always have this perfect boy again if my need became too
great.
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 expulsion. I could simply deny it all.
Two days later 2 more boys of just 11 who had nearly
killed each other in a fight were both brought to the
infirmary for treatment. On questioning them they
admitted to actually being best friends but they had
simply had a fight about a boat and whose turn it was to
row.
They were both gorgeous little boys and looked simply
adorable in their tiny tattered shorts and torn T-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 I decided to limit my ministrations to just a few
seconds of frigging each little stiff cock and then I
dried them and sent 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 and I simply told them that it would be
much more fun if I were to do that for them instead.
Within minutes I was frigging both boys until 2 jets of
pure boycum - just a gush each, sprayed the air. They
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 camp my score was
something like this. 14 different boys had been manually
or orally masturbated to orgasm. Many on more than on one
occasion, and 9 boys had lost their virginity to me.
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 their 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 is 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, the word is that
branches of the Robin Club can now be found throughout
the world with frequent visits between members.
THE END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this is meant to
be an erotic fantasy not "real life." Anyone acting out
such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many
unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow
convict in their local prison.
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