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Subject: {ASSM} Linda's lust for boys -  Part 1
Date: Thu, 28 Dec 2000 22:10:04 -0500
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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.  Proceed with caution. This story
contains consensual sex between Women and Underage Boys.....


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Story : Linda's Lust for boys - Part 1 (FFF bbb)

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.


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

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