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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: A Young Boys Sharp Turn To Erotic Pleasure - Part 1
Summary: A 10 year old boy is ushered into the mysteries of sex by his
sister-in-law
Keywords: Warning!  Fb (10), pedo, inc, analingus, ws & scat (implied)





   DISCLAIMER

   Imagine stepping into an adult book store.  It smells like a mix of
cheap men's cologne and dark desires.  You go into a booth and see a
selection of animated movies.  Not the real thing, no real actors.  It is
anime, hentai.  It takes place in a universe where no one gets killed.  No
one gets hurt without having the hurt assuaged.  No one gets fucked u p
physically or emotionally without eventually resolving it.  And love
counts. This is the fictional universe of Passions of the Perverted.

   Please note these tales are intended for adults only.  They are
obviously fantasy and have no correlation with the real world.  The
characters are likewise totally fictitious.  I neither endorse or take part
in any of the illicit acts described, except for that act of fantasy
itself, which allows for extreme imagined behavior and exploration, but
does not even begin to suggest such behavior is appropriate.

   This disclaimer is unfortunately necessary in a world where even thought
is often deemed illegal, despite the fact that exploring your desires via
fantasy is much healthier and worlds safer than much less extreme actual
risk taking behavior.

   It is with this vision and these parameters I present:



   A YOUNG BOYS SHARP TURN TO EROTIC PLEASURE - PART 1



   I had just turned 10.  My mother was wrestling with a dirty divorce from
my horndog dad and was overwhelmed at the process.  As a result my younger
brother and I were shipped off for the summer to my eldest brother's home
in a redneck Midwestern town where he served as a police officer.  At first
it seemed like an escape from our mom's drama and our domineering teenage
sister, who took absurd pleasure in making our lives miserable.

   But our life didn't have the upturn we hoped for.  It turned out our
brother was never home.  He was either working double shifts or running
wild in his free time.  He was our Dad version 2, bigger and badder and
twice as randy.  He had knocked up and married his wife Lynn while she was
a junior in highschool right after he had gotten back from a tour in the
mideast.  They had set up housekeeping in nowhere, mid-America.  Then he
knocked her up again as soon as she delivered their first baby, Betty Jo.
Then as soon as Kathy Jo followed, they started on number 3.  That was a
boy, Jimmy Joe.  You may notice a patern here.

   Lynn was the classic barefoot and pregnant wife.  She had low
self-esteem but a great set of tits, a perfect round ass and an insatiable
appetite for sex.  It was the one thing she knew she did really well, and
Gord, our big brother, had her number emblazoned on his cock.  No matter
how pissed she got at him, she melted within two minutes whenever he showed
up, then dragged him into their bedroom to "ride the pony" until she had a
smile on her face and a cunt dripping jism.

   At the time of this story they had taken a break from their breeding
marathon, but everyone knew that wouldn't last.  With Betty Jo at 4, Kathy
Jo barely 3 and Jimmy Joe now 2 years of age, Lynn had recaptured her
figure, but was worn ragged by her three kids.

   So my little brother Nosh and I were trying to make sense of this new
terrain.  We suddenly had no one looking after us, telling us what to do,
and were pretty much left on our own.

   Nosh hooked up with a local batch of trailer trash preteen hoodlums. 
With them, he was developing skills that would serve him the rest of his
life.  Shop-lifting and vandalism among them.  I was a different turn of
spirit.  I spent my days just walking around the town, trying to
familiarize myself with the nooks and crannies of the place.  I was content
practicing this solitary exploration.  The streets were all treelined and
several of them were still made of cobblestone.  It was a warm melancholy
pleasure to amble along the oaks, elms and maples as I considered what my
young life was about and how I could make something of it despite my humble
origins.

   One late summer afternoon I had just got back to my brother's home.  My
legs were aching but I felt like the long walk had been worthwhile, if not
altogether satisfying.  I headed around to the fenced in backyard in hopes
of flopping down on the backyard lawn and staring at the clouds for a
while. Instead, as I opened and then re-locked the backyard fence, I caught
site of my sister-in-law, Lynn.  She was standing in profile, her big cone
shaped titties and big round butt mesmerized my preteen mind and body.  I
felt my blood surge and the pain in my legs disappered, replaced by a
hormonal flood I didn't recognize or understand.  Evenso, I couldn't take
my eyes off her as she stuffed clothes in the washing machine they kept on
the back porch.  I was suddenly surprised as she pulled out a pair of my
dirty cotton briefs and pulled them to her face.  I was surprised to see
her sniff at the crotch and then at the inside of the back of my underwear.
Oh no, I thought as I realized she was sniffing my pissy underwear, and at
the brown stain I often left on the back of my tighty whities.  I wanted to
run away and hide but at the same time I was facinated that a beautiful
full grown woman seemed to enjoy the odor of my dirty underwear.

   Without any warning, she raised her eyes and turned her head.  She had
caught me just as I had caught her, but she didn't seem to feel any shame.
Instead she smiled at me and crooked a finger to me to come to her.

   Without breathing, without thinking, I stumbled over to her, scared out
of my wits, completely spellbound by my sister-in-law's sultry show.  When
I got within reaching distance of her, she spoke.

   "Hi, Kash.  You caught me, didn't you?" Then she whispered
conspiratorily, "Whenever I do laundry I always pull out your underwear and
smell it.  Your underwear is so nasty.  I think its sexy.  Smelling your
pee and cum and shit makes me horny."

   My breath caught in my throat and I couldn't speak.  I knew what pee and
shit were, but I wasn't sure about cum.  I watched in dull witted
enchantment as Lynn took my hand in hers and pulled it up to her lips and
kissed it, then sucked gently on my forefinger, making me gasp.

   "Have you ever fucked anybody, Kash?" she asked softly.

   I shook my head no.  In fact, I wasn't rightly sure what the word meant.

   "Would you like to?" she said.

   I nodded dumbly.  I may not have known what fuck meant, but I was sure I
wanted to, expecially if it included all these new mysterious and delicious
feelings Lynn triggered in me

   "Come with me," she said and pulled me behind her as she walked into the
house.  She led me across the kitchen and the living room, then down the
hall to the room Nosh and I shared.  Once inside she sat down on the bed
and drew me to her.  She carefully unbuttoned and unzipped my worn jeans
and pulled them down to my knees.  I stood and watched as she pulled down
my underwear and lowered down my thighs.  She sighed sweetly at the sight
of my small hard uncircumcized penis.

   She said, "Oh Kash, you have such a pretty little dick."

   Then she reached out and touched it.  It was my turn to gasp in pleasure
as she fondled it, squeezed it gently then stroked it, pulling the foreskin
back, up and down.  She bent down to watch it seeping little boy cock juice
from the little lips on the head of it.  She sniffed at it, just as she had
my underwear.

   "Oh Kash, that smells so good, so sexy," she said, then raised her eyes
up to mine.  "Does it feel good?  Do you like it?" she asked

   "I like it," I said, taking short sharp breaths.  "It feels good.  It
feels wonderful."

   Lynn chuckled.  "I bet it does, Kash.  And its going to feel even
better." Then she said, "Do you cum yet?"

   "I--I don't know," I stammered.

   "Do you play with yourself?" She asked.  "With your penis?"

   "Uh--no, I don't," I said.

   "Do you have wet dreams?" she went on.  "You know, do you ever wake up
and your underwear is all sticky and wet."

   I bit my lower lip.  In fact, I had started having some weird dreams,
dreams where I would find myself feeling a warm melting pleasure and then
wake up just as Lynn described.  "Yeah, I guess I have."

   Lynn's eyes got glassy and shiny, "Mmmmm, I thought so." she said. 
"Perfect."

   Still stroking me and eliciting such delightful sensations I thought I
might die, she said, "I'm going to suck your pretty cock now, Kash.  It's
okay if you feel so good you want to squirt in my mouth.  I love the taste
of little boy cum, so you just let go whenever you feel like it.  I'll
swallow every drop."

   I then watched as Lynn lowered her head and took my little boy cock
fully into her warm wet sucking mouth, even including my balls.  I thought
I'd gone to heaven.  The suction, the nest of pleasure she formed with her
mouth, it took the breath from me.  I groaned with an ecstacy I had never
known.  Without knowing, I grabbed Lynn's head and rocked my lean hips in
and out of her mouth.  Within seconds I felt a sudden lurch of rapture,
emanating from someplace deeper than I ever imagined and an intense molten
liquid, my very essence, pulse from my cock.  I felt Lynn vaccuum my cum
from my young body, from my dick, into her knowing motherly loving mouth.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh Lynnnnnn!" I groaned, hoping the pleasure would never end.
It seemed like it never would, but despite the wonder of it, the ecstacy of
it, I felt the sensations morph from the explosive intensity of what I
later learned was my orgasm into a lassitude of contentment.  An afterglow
of total relaxation.

   I repeated, with more of a grateful moan, "Oh, Lynn.  That was good.  So
good."

   Lynn raised her head and said, "We're just getting started, Kash.  That
was just the first taste of what fucking can be.  Do you want more?"

   "Yes, please," I begged.  "Please show me everything."

   Lynn smiled, "That's what I hoped you would say.  I always thought you
would be the kind of boy who would enjoy a good first fuck.  And I am so
happy to give it to you.  First, lets get you out of your clothes."

   With that she began undressing me, helping me to shuck my jeans and
briefs, but not before drawing my underwear across her face, even licking
at the shit tracks she found on them.

   "Oh, this is going to be so much fun," she said, her eyes hungry and
hot. She then drew my shirt over my head, leaving me completely naked in
front of her.  "Beautiful," she muttered.  "You have the cutest body in the
world, Kash.  I'm going to eat you up.  But then I'm going to teach you to
eat me too." She chuckled again.  "God, I love fucking little boys like
you."

   "I-I love you too, Lynn," I said.

   "Don't say that," Lynn said as she stood above me and began undressing
herself.  "Love isn't very much fun.  Fucking is fun.  Sucking your little
cock is fun.  Eating up your cum and smelling your dirty underpants is fun.
But love is pain and jealousy and heartbreak.  Don't love me.  I promise I
won't fall in love with you.  Your big brother taught me about that."

   I felt confused, but still absorbed in the revelation of Lynn's naked
form as she pulled off her top, her skirt until she stood before me in just
her bra and panties.

   "How do you like it?" she asked.

   "Beautiful," was all I could say.  "I---I've never seen..."

   Lynn froze in place, her hands behind her back to release the clasps on
her bra.

   "Not even your mom or your sister, Kendra?" she asked.

   "No, never," I admitted.

   "You never even tried to spy on them?"

   "No," I said.  "That's my sister and my mom.  Why would I want to see
them naked?  That would be gross."

   Lynn released the clasps but still held her bra up in front of her tits,
as if to tease me.

   "But you want to see me naked?" she said.  "You want to touch me and
kiss me and fuck me, your brother's wife?"

   "Y-yeah," I admitted, feeling both guilty and desperate.  "I do."

   Lynn laughed.  It was the first time I had seen her genuinely laugh
since we had got to her house.  She said, "Then you had better rethink your
attitude towards your mom and sister.  A good fuck can solve lots of
problems.  Take my word for it."

   The bra suddenly fell to the floor and my jaw may have as well.  The
plump juicy milk factories Lynn displayed exceeded anything I had ever
imagined.  They were pale and swollen with thick long nipples, ready for
suckling.

   "You want to suck them?" Lynn teased.

   "Oh, yes, please." I said.

   She swayed her titties in front of my face, making them dance before me.


   "Suck it," she said.  "Suck my titty.  Drink my milk."

   "Oh!" I yelped and grabbed hold of Lynn's tit and began sucking on it. I
was met with an immediate rush of sweet warm mother's milk.  I drank, I
swallowed, and sucked some more."

   Lynn cradled my head and stroked my hair.  "There, there," she cooed. 
"Drink Momma's milk while I milk your young dick."

   She began stroking my boy cock as she soothed me and fed me.  "I want
you little cock inside me," she whispered.

   I whimpered at the pleasure Lynn was giving me.  Her milk, her soft hand
on my hard penis, but just as I was ready to plaster her hands, breasts and
face with a blast of barely pubescent semen, she stopped.

   "No," she said.  "We're not wasting a single drop of that sweet little
boy jizz."

   Lynn pushed me back from her breast.  I struggled to keep the sweet life
giving teat in my mouth.  As I reluctantly relinquished the beautiful udder
I saw milk droplets beading from her nipple.  She was flushed.  Her breath
was fast and shallow.

   She stood and pushed her panties over her curvaceious hips and down her
shapely legs, finally revealing the soft furry thatch that hid the mystery
of womanhood this young boy had never seen, tasted or felt since I'd left
my own mother's womb 10 years before.  I could smell her.  I wanted her.  I
didn't understand what it was I wanted exactly, but I knew I wanted it all.

   She hovered over me, looked hungrily at my ceiling pointing penis, and
said "Turn over on your belly, Kash." I was confused, but did as I was
told. I had no idea what Lynn had in store, but everything so far had been
better than any young boy's dream.  I rolled over.

   "Now raise your rump.  Pull your knees under you so your butt is
pointing straight up."

   Again I did as told.  I had never heard of anything like this, but if
Lynn wanted it, I'd do it.

   As soon as I was in position I felt Lynn's weight on the bed.  I felt
her hands spread my asscheeks and I suddenly felt her lips kiss my butt
cheeks, I felt her hands carress my ass.  Then I felt her warm wet tongue
swipe across my asshole.  Up and down, back and forth, then I felt her
stiffen her tongue and push its way up into my asshole.

   "Oh my!" I exclaimed.  "Oh, that feels so gooooood!"

   Lynn raised up and said, "Nobody ever taught you how to wipe your
butthole did they?"

   "I--I--"

   "Don't apologioze, Kash.  I love it." She dropped her face to my asshole
again, dug her tongue in deep and probed inside of my asstube.

   She pulled out just long enough to say "You like this?"

   "Yes, oh God, yes," I cried as she drove her tongue back up into my
rectum.  She started to hum as she ate out my asshole, then she pulled
away.

   She said, "I can taste your shit, little boy.  You're feeding me shit
right from your asshole." She followed that up by sticking her finger up my
ass as she jacked my preteen cock with the same rhythm.  I thought I would
die from the dark pleasure of it.  She wriggled her finger inside me and I
felt like I was ready to poop as she drew her finger back out.  I looked
back to see her waft it under her nose, then look at it, the tip tinged
with my poop, and buried under her fingernail.  Then I watched in disgusted
wonder as she plopped the finger in her mouth and sucked at it, tonguing it
to get all the filth of me.  When she pulled the finger back out it was
slick and clean.  "Oh, that's so good," she mewled.  "Now move so I can lie
down, Kash.  You're ready for your first piece of pussy."

   I rolled over and made room.  Lynn lay down beside me and pulled me to
her.  It was then I had my first kiss.  It was shitty.  And my shit at
that. The worst part of it was that I liked it, not because of the shit
taste but because I was kissing a real woman.  She held me in her arms,
teaching me to tongue kiss, fluttering her fingers over me, squeezing my
body, my ass, rubbing my hard child dick against her belly, her pubis.

   "Fuck me, Kash," she whispered.  "Squirt your cum up inside me.  I need
it.  I need it so bad."

   "I-I don't know how." I said, my voice breaking.

   "Let me help," she said, and shifted me lower on her body, raising her
knees and spreading her thighs to get me where she wanted me.  She grasped
my little boy dick and opened the lips of her woman's pussy, pulled me into
her and holding me tight by my slender ass to keep me in position.  "Now
move in and out, Kash.  Fuck me.  Fuck your big brother's wife."

   I followed her directions and gasped with the pleasure of my first fuck.
I hunched into her open wet pussy as she directed my body to give her the
friction she needed for pleasure as well.

   "Don't hold back," she grunted.  "Give me your juice.  Let's see it you
can knock me up your very first time in a woman."

   "Kn-knock you up?" I puzzled.

   "Make me pregnant," she wailed.  "Make a baby inside me.  Gord doesn't
want my pussy any more, so it's your turn to pour baby juice up my cunt. 
Fuck me, little boy.  Fuck me hard and fast and squirt all your fresh sperm
up inside my womb." And then she writhed against me in a way that seemed to
draw the juice from my balls into her.  I was open mouthed in disbelief as
I squirted and pulsed inside her.  I was cumming from the deepest
reserviors of my body.  Squirming as I came, not knowing what I was doing
but wanting it to go on forever.

   "Cumming!" exclaimed Lynn.  "Your pretty little cock is making my pussy
cum for you."

   Then she said it, the thing she had warned me against bare moments
before.  "I love you, Kash.  I love your sweet cock and your beautiful
young boy's body and your baby making juice.  I love you, Kash.  I love
you...." she trailed off as her own orgasm took her, peaked and drained her
of all energy.  She lay beside me and I took the opportunity to suck at her
breast again.  She carressed me as I did.  I was stealing her baby's milk,
but I figured she could make a lot more.  It was so sweet.  It was so good
to fuck Lynn.  To love Lynn.  I didn't understand what was happening.  I
didn't know her motivations or reasons.  I didn't know how it had even
happened.  I just knew this was the best time I had ever had.  All the
trouble and confusion in the rest of my life meant nothing for the moment.
I had fucked my first woman and she had taken my cum into her womb without
complaint or concern.

   I suddenly felt I understood life itself.  Not the vississitudes or the
uncertainties, but the glory and beauty of being alive.  It was finding
fulfilment in a lover's arms.

   I just hoped she would continue to open her pussy and her heart to me.
   (to be continued)