Message-ID: <38622asstr$1033611003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Message-ID: From: Adam Bookbinder Reply-To: bifrost@ziplip.com X-ZLPwdHint: X-ZLExpiry: -1 X-ZLReceiptConfirm: N X-ZLAuthType: WEB-MAIL X-ZLAuthOn: Y X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 16:42:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Thoughts of a Boy (M/W Fantasies about a boy) Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2002 22:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates <1st attachment, "Thoughts.txt" begin> Thoughts of a Boy by Adam Bookbinder (e-mail: bifrost@ziplip.com) A warning to readers: This story is about a man and a woman fantasising about the woman having sex with underage boys. If this is likely to offend you, please read no further. Back Cover When Alison Ford met Chris Burton, the sexual chemistry between them was close to explosive. They'd corresponded by e-mail for several months after Alison had written to comment on an erotic story he'd written for the internet. Their correspondance was exciting, and it wasn't long before both of them were becoming interested in the possibility of taking things further. When they realised they lived in neighbouring towns, a meeting was inevitable. Chris Burton wrote erotic short stories about women having sex with young boys. The first one Alison read had left her breathless, and the second, which appeared in the same newsgroup about two weeks later, had got her hooked. Alison loved to fantasise about young boys at the onset of puberty, but her private thoughts had always remained just that . . . private. But now she was reading erotica by a man whose own fantasy involved women with boys. Surely they were always destined to meet and, when they did, it was a match made in Heaven. A note from the author This story is loosely based on a relationship I had many years ago. It was every bit as exciting as I've described in the story; the only thing that's really different is the fact that our meeting had nothing to do with the internet. We actually met by the river in Chester, one long hot summer's day. I was just climbing into a rowing boat when she tripped up behind me and accidentally knocked me in, head first! Anyway, I dedicate this story to her and to the great fun we had together. If you enjoy reading it then please feel free to drop me a line and pass comment. Chapter One Alison Ford had walked past the cafe in the arcade six times in the last 15 minutes. So far there had been no sign of the man she'd arranged to meet at half- past-twelve, but then she was almost twenty minutes early and he'd promised not to be early himself. It was one of the conditions she'd set if the meeting was to take place at all. She didn't want to run the risk of him seeing her first, because if she didn't like the look of him, she'd just walk away; it was as simple as that, and she knew it would be embarrassing if they made eye contact. Although they'd described themselves to each other during their long e-mail correspondence, they hadn't exchanged photographs and Alison's description could fit any number of women who were shopping in the arcade or sitting in the cafe. Chris Burton however, the man she would soon meet, had told her exactly what he would be wearing and had promised to identify himself by placing a single red rose on the table in front of him. He'd also said that he'd be reading a book, and would refrain from looking up to prevent any possible eye contact that she might find uncomfortable. Satisfied that he hadn't arrived yet, she left the arcade and entered a newsagents shop just round the corner in Mersey Square. The next time she walked past the cafe it would be twelve-thirty, and Chris should be sat at one of the outside tables reading his book with the rose in front of him. It was twelve-twenty- four; just six minutes to go. The store was busy with lunchtime shoppers and Alison's minutes dragged slowly as she pretented to browse the magazines in which she had absolutely no interest. 'Spice up your sex life,' one of them announced on its front cover. She smiled . . . with luck, that was exactly what she was about to do. Twelve-twenty-seven. She wasn't going to leave now, he'd probably only just be arriving and she wanted to walk past when he was settled with a cup of coffee and engrossed in his book. Knowing her luck, if she left now she'd end up passing the cafe just as he was about to sit down, and their eyes would surely meet. If that happened, she was certain he'd know instantly who she was. Her eyes would give her away. Better to be a few minutes late and have the chance to see him before he saw her. Then, if he was an ogre, she could drift away and disappear into the crowd. She momentarily wondered if perhaps she ought to do that anyway. Everything about what she was doing felt so unatural, and yet at the same time it was one of the most exhilarating things she'd ever done in her life before. Lets face it, this man she was about to meet was a complete stranger and yet he knew more about her sexual fantasies than any of her previous boyfriends or even her ex husband. And he knew all these things about her before she'd even looked him in the eye. Maybe that was what was giving her such an adrenalin rush. Twelve-thirty-three. It was time to make a move. It was now or never. She left the newsagents and turned left into Mersey Square. Crowds of shoppers milled in every direction and she was pleased that the town was so busy. So much the better if she decided to make a quick get away. Her heart was in her mouth as she turned left into the arcade. The cafe was about half way down on the right-hand side; there was no turning back now. The tables outside the cafe were about half full and some of the customers had been there the last time she walked past. As she got closer she realised there was someone new there, and, yes, it was a guy. 'Oh my god,' she thought, 'and he's reading a book!' He was slim, with blonde hair and, just as he'd said, he was wearing a navy T-shirt and beige chinos. Alison was close enough now to see the table and yes, there was a single red rose on it. Her pulse raced and her breathing became ragged. The guy whose erotic stories she'd been reading, and with whom she'd been discussing her most secret sexual fantasies was sat at a table no more than about 15 feet away. She had to keep moving but as she got closer she began to get a much clearer view of his face. Rather than being the ogre she had feared he might be, Alison was pleasantly surprised to note that he was not bad looking at all. He certainly didn't look his 38 years; in fact, Alison could think of a lot of younger guys who looked much older than he did. Although she walked past slowly, there were other women around her and three of them had stopped, as if making their minds up about whether or not to go in. Chris, true to his word, was keeping his eyes firmly fixed on the book, although Alison was convinced that he was dying to look up to see if he was being watched. As she walked past a second time her heart soared. He was gorgeous and he had kept every promise he'd made in his last e-mail. 'Is this seat taken?' she asked walking up to his table. For the first time he looked up from his book and smiled. He had a warm, friendly face and Alison knew immediately that she was going to get on with him. 'Hi there! You must be Alison. It's great to meet you at last. Sit down. Would you like a drink?' It was obvious to Alison that he was as nervous and excited as she was, but he was doing his best not to let it show. 'I'll have a tea, and a Valium if they've got any,' she chuckled. 'No, I'm afraid not, I've already asked! I think I could do with one too. Let me order you a drink first and then we'll talk.' Alison tried to conceal her excitement as he returned a few minutes later with a cup of tea for her. He was actually one of the most fanciable guys she'd met for a long time, and rather sweet too. They spent the next 45 minutes feverishly discussing all the things about each other that they hadn't covered in their e-mails. They already knew that they had a lot in common as far as sexual fantasies were concerned, but they also had a lot of other things in common too. They liked similar music, the same sort of films, books and restaurants. But most of all they liked each other and Alison was thrilled when Chris gently held her hand over the table. It was Chris's idea that they take things slowly. Their e-mail had been very sexual and he felt it could spoil things if everything they did now was purely sexual too. Sex had brought them together but he wanted to see how well they would get on without sex being a part of the equation. Alison agreed, although she could quite easily imagine sleeping with this man. The wait would be like a tease that would heighten their anticipation and excitement for when they did go to bed with each other. They agreed that they would both like to see each other again and met the following evening in a little Italian Restaurant in the middle of town. It was one of Chris's favourites. He enjoyed the good food and atmosphere followed by a few drinks in the pubs around the old market. They met again two nights later and then spent most of the following weekend together. Chris was so easy to get on with and Alison was beginning to enjoy his company more and more. It was obvious that Chris adored her and, although so far they'd done nothing more than kiss, they were urgent, hungry kisses and there was a passion in his eyes that told Alison everything she needed to know. Finally, at the end of a virtually platonic first ten days, they slept together in a luxury hotel bedroom not far from where they had first met. But again, they agreed not to discuss their sexual fantasies during lovemaking. They knew that the fantasy they both shared would drive them wild, but they needed to know how sexually compatible they were without it. Over the next six weeks their relationship went from strength to strength. They were both falling in love and realised that although their fantasy had brought them together on the internet, it wasn't what was keeping them together now. Chapter Two (Six weeks later) Alison's heart was pounding. It was early Friday evening and she'd just got home from work. Chris had sent her a text message on her mobile late in the afternoon, telling her to look for him on ICQ as soon as she got home. The kettle was boiling and the modem was screaching and squealing as it negotiated with her ISP's main server. She was on-line and her hands shook slightly as she heard the fog horn announcing that ICQ was loading. She stirred her tea in the kitchen and walked through to her computer in the sitting room. The TV was on and the six-o-clock news had just started, but she grabbed the remote to turn it down. This cyber chat with Chris promised to be far more interesting. Sure enough, his name was lit up in her list, indicating that he was online, and she couldn't click on the incoming message fast enough when ICQ's 'uh oh' announced it's arrival. Chris: Hello darling, how's your day been? Alison: Hi sweetheart, it's been okay, but it's getting better now that I'm chatting with you :-) Chris: Oh you're so sweet! I've just been thinking that maybe we ought to celebrate this weekend. It's three months tomorrow since we first met in that little cafe and I can't believe how lucky I am to have met you! Alison: You're pretty sweet yourself. I think we should make the whole weekend a celebration. Starting tonight, if you want. What do you think? Chris: You bet! What do you fancy doing? Alison: YOU! Chris: How does Italian food, champagne and lots of nookie grab you? Alison: Not sure about the Italian food and the champagne!! ;-) Chris: Okay, well how does lots of erotic sex and me talking dirty about little boys sound? There was a pause before Alison replied. They hadn't discussed this subject for three months, in fact they hadn't mentioned it since they'd met, but now Chris was ready to start palaying, and she knew there would be no holding them back. Her heart was racing. The prospect of having the man she adored make love to her and talk openly about her most secret fantasy was incredibly exciting. Alison: I'm going all wobbly at the thought! Chris: Is it still your favourite fantasy or has our relationship taken the edge off your kinky side? Alison: You should know from my e-mail how much it turns me on, and nothing's changed. If anything, I like it more because we can share in it together! Chris: Shall we share it a bit now? Alison: Mmmm yes!! Chris: Are you feeling horny? Alison: I am now! I wasn't ten minutes ago. Chris: I want you to make yourself come for me. Alison: You dirty pervert! Alison: No, seriously that would be hot! I'm gonna have to do it anyway after what you just said! I'm so excited!! Chris: What have I said to make you so horny? Alison: Stop teasing me, you know what! I want you to talk to me about young boys! Chris: Would you like a hairless one? Alison: Oh god, yes, you bet! Chris: How about a 10-year-old. Nice and slim with narrow hips, flat tummy, tight little bottom and a hairless cock? Alison: Oh yes!! I want to kiss him and feel his tongue in my mouth. I'd squeeze his bottom while we snogged and maybe push my hands down the back of his jeans. Chris: Careful, you'll give him a hard on. Alison: God I hope so! Chris: Maybe you should take his jeans off and masturbate him. Alison: Yessss. Keep going, you're making me very horny!!! Chris: Are you touching yourself? Alison: You bet, but it's bloody hard typing at the same time! Chris: He doesn't stop you when you unfasten his jeans and he just watches as you pull them down over his narrow hips. His hard cock springs out of his underpants as you pull them down over his bulge. You take it in your hand and gently pull his foreskin down slowly over his swollen gland. Alison: Wicked! I want to wank him hard, just as if it was a man I was doing it to. Chris: Would you like to make him come with your hand? Alison: Yes, yes, yes! And every other way too, but I want to wank him off and watch the expression on his face when he orgasms. It would be so sweet. Chris: It's a bit naughty wanking off a child isn't it? Alison: Yeah, but I love it. Now keep going! Chris: You push him down onto the bed and as he lies back you gently begin to move your fist firmly up and down his erection. He breathes deeply and closes his eyes, moistening his lips with the tip pf his tongue as he does so. Chris: Then you push his T-shirt up to his chest to expose his bare tummy. Gently you caress it with your free hand while your other moves rhythmically on his penis. He sighs and begins to move his young hips in time to your hand. The sight turns you on. A 10-year- old boy with his hips rocking up and down in an almost bestial fucking motion; it's perversely erotic. Alison: You're driving me wild. I'm having to stop myself from coming!! Keep going! I love you! xxx Chris: You bend down and lick your tongue across his tummy. You just want to taste his young skin and, whilst you're doing it, you start wanking him faster. He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at your fist pumping up and down like a piston on his prepubescent cock. He frowns and sucks in his bottom lip. Looks like he knows he's going to come but he's trying to stop himself. He's worried you'll think he's dirty if he comes in your hand. You tell him it's okay. You tell him you want him to come. His flat tummy rises and falls rapidly as he takes short little breaths. Then, suddenly, he breathes in deeply and it becomes concave. At the same time his hips begin jerking erratically and he drops back onto the bed, arching his back and moaning out loud. You can read the signs and, and, just as he's about to come, you take his stiff penis into your mouth and he cries out in ecstacy as he reaches orgasm, squirting a few small drops of sweet baby come onto your tongue. His cupid lips form a perfect 'O' as he sighs out loud. His eyes are screwed tight shut and he's sucked his bottom lip right into his mouth. Alison: Mmmmm, I've come too! Thank you darling, that was lovely!!! I'm glad we can play with our favourite fantasy again! Chris: Me too! I've missed it. But I think we both know that we're not just together for the fantasy, so I don't think either of us will feel insecure if we start having fun with it again. Alison: Definately not. Just as long as we don't ignore other things too. There's lots of other fantasy stuff that turns me on too! Chris: Our minds are definately the most sexual organ in our bodies and it's nice to meet someone who appreciates that. Anyway, speaking of fantasies, in the last three months I've written a few stories for ASSM that are ready for posting. How about you read them first and give me your comments? Alison: I'd love to. Why don't you just come over and we can play with our boy fantasy a bit more? Chris: Shall we just have a night in at your place? We could order pizzas in-between orgasms and I'll bring a couple of bottles of wine. Alison: Sounds wonderful. Get here as soon as you can. I'll get undressed! Chris: I'll be there in about 20 minutes. Alison: Drive safely darling. Chris: I will. I love you. xxx Alison: I love you too. xxx Chapter Three Chris parked his car round the corner from Alison's apartment. His hands were still trembling he was so excited, and he couldn't seem to think straight. He locked the car before realising that he'd left the two bottles of wine in the boot, then after retrieving them, he dropped the keys and banged his head on the door as he bent down to pick them up. He'd never met a woman as erotic as Alison. She was so at ease with her fantasies and discussed them so openly and unashamedly that it somehow made everything even more exciting. Alison sounded as excited as he was when he announced himself over the security intercom. When she opened the door to her apartment she was wearing her baggy pink and white striped cotton pyjamas and Chris knew from experience that she'd only be wearing her panties underneath. The front door opened directly into the L-shaped sitting room, with the small kitchen just around the corner. He could smell fresh coffee percolating and noticed that Alison had left the dial-a-pizza menu on the sofa. 'For in-between orgasms,' Alison grinned as she noticed where he was looking. 'And I haven't forgotten that you did say orgasms plural!' Chris turned, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her fully on the lips. She had gorgeous lips he thought; so soft and sensual. 'Don't get greedy, you've already come once!' he chuckled. 'That wasn't even the appetizer. If you can keep talking just like you were typing on ICQ then I think we might be awake all night!' Chris smiled, leading her gently over to the settee. 'You sit down here and I'll go and get us both a glass of wine. Red or white?' he called from the kitchen. 'Red please,' she called back, 'It'll go nicely with the pizza and we can save the white till later.' He returned with two glasses and an open bottle of red wine. Sitting down in front of her, he put the glasses on the coffee table and half filled them with the ruby red liquid. 'You know one of the things I love most about sex?' he asked rhetorically, 'Talking about it. I love it when two people can let go of their inhibitions and use their imagination to turn each other on.' He passed a glass of wine to Alison while he spoke, shifting his weight from his left to his right leg. Alison took a sip of her wine. 'We're just like each other then aren't we? One of the things I love is when we discuss exactly what we're going to do to each other before we go to bed. I know that some people might say that it spoils the spontaneity, but it's so erotic planning what we're going to do to each other. I'm usually so horny by the time I'm climbing the stairs that I nearly orgasm from my thighs rubbing together!' 'How important are your fantasies about boys?' 'Well, very. I come to them a lot.' 'How often do you fantasise about boys?' 'Quite a lot because it's my favourite one. But there are other things that turn me on too, like other girls, having two men at the same time, being watched by other people while I'm having sex, oh and loads of other things too.' Chris smiled. He just loved women who would talk to him like this about their erotic imagination. 'Do you ever feel guilty for fantasising about little boys?' 'No way! Why should I? They're my private thoughts and I can think about whatever I like!' She said this with slight indignation. 'Hell, if I want to think about a 12-year-old getting sucked off by horny women till his knees go weak and he drops to the floor then I will do . . . it's my fantasy!' 'Will you do something for me darling?' Chris asked. 'Just name it,' she replied, her eyes narrowing to slits as if she were expecting his request to be ever so slightly indecent. She hoped it would be. 'Open your pyjama top and stoke your nipples while we talk.' Alison's breasts were quite small but her nipples were pert and hard. She pinched them gently, then ran her fingertips across and around them. As she did so Chris pulled off his T-shirt and jeans, then knelt in front of her in just his navy, cotton briefs. His erection was clearly visible through the thin material and he stroked it sensuously while he watched Alison playing with her nipples. Alison was especially aroused by what they were about to do. It was wonderful for her to have someone to share her decadent fantasy with. It made it so much more exciting to have Chris talk to her about things that turned her on so much; things that up till now she had always kept so very private. But for Chris, she knew that she was his fantasy. To have her fantasising about boys was his fantasy; she was his fantasy come to life and she liked that. 'How would you like me to masturbate and talk dirty about boys?' she asked. 'Oh god yes! And be as dirty as you like. Don't hold anything back.' Her right hand slid down to her stomach while her left continued to gently squeeze and stroke her hard pink nipples. The tip of her tongue moistened her lips, then she made eye contact with Chris and whilst he gazed into her eyes she began to speak. 'I actually like males of all ages. I s'pose you could say that I'm just nutty about men, but when I fantasise, I like to think about the things I don't tend to do in real life. Like having sex with more than one guy at once. I like to imagine a group of guys queueing up to fuck me one after the other, or sometimes I get two guys to suck each other's cock's while I watch, and the first one to come gets me as the prize. 'I like to imagine doing it with another girl. I love to think about looking down over my body and seeing a pretty girl's face in-between my legs with her lips glued around my hard clitoris. I love all kinds of stuff like that but what drives me wild is thinking about doing it with little boys. Cute little boys who are ideally under the age of 13.' As she spoke her fingertips slid under the waistband of her panties, then down in-between her legs to press gently against the hairless lips of her sex. She wasn't shaved, her hair was removed with special creams, and where her skin was too sensitive to use a cream, the hair was plucked. She'd been doing it for years and the result was smooth skin with no stubble or rash. She smiled wickedly as she saw that Chris was rubbing his cock with more pressure. 'You like hearing me talk like that don't you? You like women who fantasise about little boys don't you?' It was a rhetorical question that required no answer but Chris nodded his reply. 'Well I do. I love little boys with hairless cocks, and boys who have just entered puberty with their first little tufts of pubic hair. I love their narrow hips, flat tummies and tight, round little bottoms. God, in my fantasy I could eat them alive! I'd like to lick them all over their bodies, suck their cocks and push my finger deep into their bum holes at the same time.' She pushed her panties down off her legs and Chris responded by sliding off his briefs, so they were both naked now apart from Alison's cotton pyjama top. 'Christ Alison, you're driving me wild. I've hardly touched myself but I'm right on the edge of coming!' 'Come if you like,' she grinned, 'In fact, I'd like to see you come while I talk. Just make sure that when you do, you spurt it on me.' Her hips were rocking gently now as her fingers played with her hard little bud and there was a playful look on her face. She watched intently as Chris stoked his hard cock, but kept his grip loose as if he was desperately trying to avoid an orgasm. 'I like to think of fucking a 10-year-old. A cute one with blonde hair and big blue eyes. He'd be lying on top of me with his smooth, flat tummy pressing against mine and his hard little cock would be buried inside me to the hilt. I'd press down hard on his little bottom to get him all the way in and I'd be snogging him full on. His mouth would be wide open and my tongue would be sliding wetly against his. His saliva would be mixed with mine and dribbling down my chin. I'd grind my hips hard against him, rubbing my clit up and down between the root of his hard cock and his hairless pubic bone.' As she spoke Chris had moved in-between her open legs and was masturbating with the end of his cock over her tummy. Gently he moved her hand to one side and rubbed the end of his cock up and down along the length of her moist slit. 'I don't want to come on your tummy,' he said, 'I want to come inside you,' and with that he gently pushed forward with the tip of his cock against the entrance to her vagina. It sank into her slowly and they both sighed as they savoured the delicious sensations of deep penetration. He leant forward and gently flicked his tongue across her nipple, then sucking it between his lips he nibbled it gently. She slid down off the sofa and into his lap, rocking against him and enjoying the contact of their bodies pressing together. Her hips rocked with him deep inside her and she bit him gently at the base of his neck while her fingernails trailed lines of pleasure across his back. 'Tell me you don't think badly of me for having such pervy fantasies,' she breathed into his ear. 'You have to be kidding,' he chuckled, holding her more tightly against him, 'I love you having fantasies about boys. I adore it. It's my fantasy to have a woman who thinks like you. Christ Alison, this is heaven to me! Just imagine that 10-year-old boy coming inside you and the look of ecstacy on his face. Imagine how cute it would be to hear a child moaning in orgasm, and then you'd come too. You'd come fucking a child! You'd orgasm with a 10-year-old boy.' Alison bit her lip and began moving her hips more urgently against him. 'Keep talking. I don't care what you say as long as it's about boys and as long as it's nasty.' Chris was very close to his own orgasm and it would be hard to talk in the way she wanted, with her moving against him in the way she was, without coming. 'Imagine that first wonderful moment when you're kissing a boy and then slip your hand into his underpants to find his smooth hairless penis grow stiff to your touch. Imagine peeling back his foreskin and sucking it into your mouth...' Without having the chance to continue Alison moved vigorously against him and moaned, arching her back and digging her fingernails into his shoulder blades. Chris could hold back no longer and he moaned deeply as his own orgasm caught up with hers and they came together; their minds filled with erotic thoughts of Alison doing dirty things with little boys. 'I think it's time for a pizza!' she giggled, turning around without leaving Chris's lap and grabbing the menu off the sofa. 'I think I've gone off the idea,' he replied, 'you might not be able to resist the delivery boy and I'd be jealous!' 'No you wouldn't. If he was 13 or 14 you'd let me do it and spy on us from inside the wardrobe!' she giggled. After kissing and cuddling for several minutes Alison eventually climbed off him to nip into the bathroom and clean herself up before she left a wet patch on her carpet. When their pizzas arrived they ate them naked and discussed their fantasies about boys while sharing the bottle of red wine that Chris had brought with him. Alison told him that she'd just had the best sex of her life. Being able to talk like that about something so taboo had almost made it seem real, and had brought the fantasy to life. It had been much more exciting than fantasising on her own. They decided to discuss some different scenarios for their next fantasy, but just discussing the subject turned them on so much that they were making love and talking dirty before they'd even finished their pizzas. That evening they explored every possible way of making each other come. They had oral sex, they fucked in different positions, they wanked each other off and they masturbated themselves while the other watched. Everything they did was accompanied by a fantasy and by the time they ran out of stamina, the birds were singing and the sun was beginning to rise. THE END <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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