Date: Sun, 12 Dec 2004 16:32:27 EST
From: PixaJax@aol.com
Subject: Men and boys Part 3

This is the third and final part of this story. It was weird telling the
seduction of a boy from the point of view of the man's wife. Still, it's
done now! Thanks for publishing my stuff. Much appreciated.

Men and boys Part 3

Pierre was right when he said "It may take time." I soon learned that you
can't rush the seduction of a young boy, not even one as enthusiastic as
Jeannot. We had him round to the house a few times, mostly on hot weekend
afternoons when we could all swim and sunbathe. He loved the water games,
which of course gave us many opportunities for "innocent" bodily contact.
I particularly enjoyed holding him against me so he could feel the full
benefit of my breasts, while I could discern the outline of his little
bundle against me. It was on one such occasion that I felt him getting
hard.
"Come on, let's get out of the pool and go have a lemonade," I said
brightly.
Pierre looked perplexed but I made a sign with my head, nodding down
towards the boy's crotch. Pierre nodded.
Soon we were sitting on our sunchairs by the edge of the pool. I glanced
down at Jeannot's bundle, clearly outlined under his swimming trunks.
Pierre of course by this time was getting a hard on just in anticipation.
I stretched back languorously, my arms outstretched, my legs apart.
Jeannot watched out of the corner of his eye. He was definitely hooked on
my "charms", poor boy. Throwing caution to the winds, I took off my
bikini, loving the feel of cool air on my breasts and pussy. Jeannot
simply gawped.
"She's beautiful, isn't she, Jeannot?" Pierre said suddenly.
The boy blushed but did not reply.
"Hush, Pierre, you're embarrassing the boy!"
I reached across and rested the palm of my hand on the boy's thigh, high
up.
"Don't take any notice of him, Jeannot," I said. "He's only jealous cos
he saw you and me cuddling in the water."
The boy looked at me dumbstruck.
"Wh-what?"
"Well, we WERE cuddling, weren't we, darling?" I said huskily.
"I...er...."
I allowed my hand to inch higher up his thigh, millimetres from his
crotch.
"Well, I thought it was cuddling, and I liked it. Didn't you?"
He felt the heat of my palm against his skin. I discerned a spasm under
his trunks. He was getting an erection....
"Oh come here, silly boy, and give Auntie Marca a cuddle!"
So saying, I pulled him on to me, and held him tight. His face was
pressed into my boobs, and his penis was against my crotch.
"Mmm, that's nice!" I crooned.
I winked at Pierre
"Sorry, Pierre, but I have got a new boyfriend!"
"That's ok, dear, I know how you like boys."
I slid my hand over Jeannot's lovely bubble butt and pressed him to me. I
could feel his stiffness now pushing into me.
"My my, what a big boy you are, darling."
Pierre by this time had his cock out and was masturbating gently as he
watched the unfolding scene.
I pulled Jeannot up and whispered something to him.
"No!" There was indignation but not conviction in his voice.
"Just for me, pretty please," I said in a wheedling voice, "It would make
Auntie Marca SO happy."
I slid my hand inside his swimming trunks and let my fingers play over
his hard penis. He really was big for his age.
"There, that wasn't so terrible, was it, darling?" I murmured. "My, you
really ARE a big boy!"
Jeannot was starting to tremble. I held his penis lovingly and gave it a
few caressing strokes.
"Tell me, Jeannot, would you like to....?" I whispered the rest of the
sentence in his ear.
Without waiting for his reply, I stripped off his trunks, and then
reached down to guide his lovely three inches of stiff love-muscle into
me. The boy was naturally shy, but his lust overwhelmed him and I could
feel him thrusting into me with a clumsiness that I found endearing.
"Let me help you, dear boy." It was Pierre who had come to kneel between
my feet. I could see his cock sticking out stiffly and juddering as he
looked at Jeannot's butt, two pale globes contrasting with his suntanned
body. Pierre put his hands lovingly on those gorgeous globes and leant
forward to bury his nose between them. I felt Jeannot jerk up as Pierre's
tongue began to rim the boy's pucker.
"It's all right, Jeannot," I whispered reassuringly, "He has a right to
share, dearest, after all you have your cock in his wife's pussy!"
The boy seemed reassured. At any rate he wriggled and squirmed but with
pleasure, not to avoid Pierre's invading tongue.
"Hold very still, darling," I murmured. "We want the fun to last. I love
your cock in me like this."
He nodded, too breathless to speak.
"Very still."
Suddenly, he jerked up again, his eyes wide with something like fear.
Pierre had inserted his finger into the boy and was working it inside the
boy's anus.
"It's all right, Jeannot." I lowered my voice conspiratorially. "He does
it to me too, and I really like it."
Again, that seemed to relax him. Each time that Pierre thrust his finger
into the boy, I got the benefit as Jeannot's stiffy thrust into me.
By this time - and knowing how copiously Pierre's precum flowed - Pierre
had lowered himself on to Jeannot and was using his cock like a
paintbrush to lubricate the boy's "petit trou d'amour", his "little love
hole." Oh god, I thought, surely he's not going to fuck the boy?!
But the beast in Pierre was aroused now, and there was no way he would
give up the chance to deflower our sweet little boy-from-next-door.
"For God's sake, be gentle, Pierre," I hissed. And then to Jeannot:
"It's all right, Jeannot, Pierre does that to me all the time, and I love
it. I know you will too.:Just be brave, my darling big brave boy."
He started to struggle, but I held him firmly, pinning his body against
mine so that there was no escape from the hard mancock that was slowly
stretching his
boypussy. He started to cry out as he felt Pierre driving into him.
"Isn't this fun, Jeannot! Your cock is in my woman-pussy, and Pierre's
cock is in your boy-pussy!"
The cock that was fucking me was now being controlled by Pierre's
thrusts, which became progressively rapid and manic as his lust rose to
screaming point. Then, as he reached his climax, Pierre pulled up, taking
the boy with him impaled on his cock like a stuck pig. I saw a wild look
in Jeannot's eyes, his cock was stabbing the air, he was totally
overwhelmed by the hard cock pumping spunk into him. At that moment, he
too juddered into orgasm, sending jets of his boy-cum over my body. It
was a scene that I will never forget.
Sated, Pierre finally released the boy, who slumped to the ground,
sobbing. I stroked his hair.
"There, there, darling, it's all over. You were wonderful. So brave."
"It hurt," he said between sobs.
"I know, darling, it hurt me the first time too, but you will get to like
it, I promise."
"He does that to you too?"
"Yes, dear."
"But why? You've got a .... you know...." He was searching for a word
more elegant than "cunt".
"He does it because then he can pretend that I am a boy like you."
"I don't understand."
"You will, boy!" It was Pierre looking down at us and grinning from ear
to ear. "It's what boys are for."
"Oh hush, Pierre. Enough for one day." I turned to my little boy lover
and helped him to his feet.
"Now, come on, cheri, and let me clean you up. We can't have you going
home to mommy smelling of spunk and cuntjuice!"

Envoi
I cannot honestly tell you, even after all this time, what I liked or
disliked about that encounter. I guess my excitement was mainly in the
seduction of our first victim. Certainly his cock inside me meant nothing
to me. But maybe it was seeing the glint of pure lust in Pierre's eyes as
he reamed that poor boy's love-tunnel. We have all heard about "penis
envy" that all women are supposed to suffer from. Well, it's a load of
bullshit if you ask me, but I must admit, as I watched my husband
pleasuring the boy, I WAS envious: I realised how wonderful it must be to
have a hard cock with which to penetrate an endless supply of boypussies.
Like the man said, so many boys, so little time!

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