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Subject: Taking It Deeply Part Four Taking It Deep Part Four � Van T Z Boi 2016 (The usual disclaimers apply; this is a work of fiction and does not represent any real person or situation. The copyright belongs to the author, you may not download or post this or any part thereof anywhere else without the authors’ permission. Readers are reminded to support , without which you would not be reading this. Please donate) (Thanks to all of you who have written to welcome me back, it is as ever great to have your work appreciated. I am still compiling the list of the most favoured stories to be next for a new part so by all means add your vote to the list. My new email address is ail) End of Part Three “Fuck me,” I say in my small voice as I stare across the open meadow to see a group of boys appear clutching what looks like a baseball bats, they are about to play their game and I am about to play mine. I place my hands under my thighs and hold open my boy cunt, it gleams in the sun, almost winking at Mr Ray. Naked and pulsingly erect he groans and sinks to his knees. PART FOUR I smile and show the tip of my sweet little tongue, I lick my top lip and move my soft hands to his steel hard cock; it is pulsing and throbbing, and it is wet with his liquids. �Oh your willie feels so hard,� I still use the small boy voice, playing to his fantasy, �is it safe to fuck me here where everyone can see?� I rub my right hand up and down his fleshy shaft whilst I squeeze his hairy balls with the other. He moans softly at my touch and looks down at me. My open naked young body, exposed on the grass, every part lit up by the bright sunlight above, I am his and every boylovers true fantasy, a willing wanton boy who likes nothing better than to be fucked and fucked in the open for all to see. Mr Ray grunts and licks his lips; it reminds me of a snakes two forked tongue as it flickers across his thin lips. He is living it now, living his fantasy where he is the MAN and I am the boy; a sex slave or a boytoy to be played and fucked with at will. He will take his pleasure and make me give him that pleasure; my life is his to command, to dispense with, to end if he so wishes in his erotic wishdreams. He sucks in his breath as his heart beats that much faster as he senses that he is about to fulfil one of those wishdreams, the ones that engage him night after night after searching for those particular pictures or video shots that fuel his nightly handrubbed fantasy’s. I sense his innate cruel streak but he is not the first would be dominator I have dealt with. I intend to let him have his moment in the sun but I know the cost he will pay and it won’t just be the money my daddy will extract from his wallet. I lean in and force open his legs, reaching under his balls for his manhole. My face is buried under his balls and his cock as I seek his centre. His legs open wide, wider and I reach in under him and rasp my tongue over the wrinkly skin that opens up to reveal the entrance to his manpussy. My tongue darts in, flickers and fucks the tight hole, scraping the sensitive skin with my tongue and adding a finger which I lick carefully, lubricating as it slides inside the hot hole. He actually moves and fucks himself gently on my probing finger and flickering tongue. I press home and add another finger; he is oblivious to what I am doing, so intent and focussed on watching the distant boys as he rides my two, then three fingers; his manpussy instinctively opens up for me, allowing more and more ingress. Carefully I look up, his eyes are absorbed on the baseball boys, Mr Ray is kneeling proud, his manbody and his rampant cock on full display, his legs wide apart and an intensive leer on his face; and I am fucking his manpussy with my four fingers. He grunts and lowers deeper on my fingers, slowly I add my thumb, forming my hand into a proper manfucking fist. I spit quietly onto my hand and with an agonised grunting moan my fist slides up inside Mr Ray’s man pussy. I honestly had not expected this, Mr Ray had not shown he was the type of boyfucker that would accept being fucked by a boy but now I am aware I know what to do. I work my fisting hand in and out of the heated mantunnel as Mr Ray accepts my deepening probing. I find the nub, the special spot and rub it with my knuckles as I fist him. I feel his heat increase and his guttural cries as he rides my hand which is now four inches beyond my wrist. I knuckle his nub again and feel his response and then he grunts and reaches down and tugs at my hand. I catch his eye, he glares at me, this is not what he planned at all and he is angered that I have found out one of his secrets, one which I will relate to daddy who is always on the lookout for boyfuckers who like being fucked by little boys; they pay so well for the pleasure. I now have to regain his interest, divert his anger get back to his open air fantasy, revitalise the dreamwish that we are playing out. I appeal to his boyfucker ego. �Oh how hot your hole was, so exciting,� I mewl and return my mouth and hands to his cock and balls with slight passes over his heated manpussy. �Your cock is so biiigg,� I appeal to his fantasy again, �How good it will feel when it is inside my boy pussy,� I tell him and he relaxes as his cock again strains and spews its lubing liquid. In the distance we can hear the cries of the young boys down in the meadow as they set up their game; the usual arguments as to who is on what team and who is going to bat first echo around and above us; two naked bodies under the sun on the grassy mound, exposed for all to see if they would just, if they could look this way. Mr Ray trembles with both lust and fright; what we did in the wood was illegal but private, safe, secure, here, now in the public gaze it is just as illegal but so much more satisfying as he can impress other boys that he is THE MAN, he is THE ONE, he is the predator the boys playing in the meadow have been warned about and he is going the fuck a naked boy and take his pleasure, at least that’s what he thinks. I watch him rise a little on his knees as he feels he has regained mastery of the situation and look down at the group of boys who are oblivious of our presence and his lust. He actually drools at the mouth for one moment and the intense look in his eyes is marked by the straining of his pulsing dick which also drools with his clear pre-cum. His liquid glistens in the bright sunlight. I move my position; now I am lying on my back with my head facing downwards towards the meadow, Mr Ray turns on his knees following me round. His eyes as ever focus on the boys in the distance, not on my naked willing body and so available boy pussy. I see the yearning look in his eyes, he’s willing the unavailable boys to turn around, to see, to perhaps shout and point a finger and, I can see it in his eyes, they could come and watch and then take their turn on the end of his cock; after all it’s the best boy fucking zonguldak escort cock in the world, isn’t it. I can almost feel his belief in the pulsing of his straining boyfucker. I place the glittering tip at my pussy lips, the wet, warm welcoming touch of my heated entrance makes him look down at me; his eyes flash with dissolute lust and then I ease the slimy tip inside. His deep agonising groan as he instinctively sinks the rest of his arrogant cock inside me is loud; louder than he intended and he stiffens, frightened for a rare moment; scared that he has been heard. Mr Ray looks up now fearfully at the scurrying boys; still far enough away, still intent on their game; a click of a ball hitting a bat sounds above our heads, normal life continues around us, unaware of the naked fantasy taking place on the grassy mound above the meadow. I can see into his fantasy and know that although he has wanted, lusted, dreamed about doing this, not one of the boys he has ever fucked has let him do it to them in public, in the open; he is about to get his deepest wish but I know the difference between a willing boy and a fantasy and how easily real life can intrude in ways the dreamer doesn’t expect I squeeze the rock hard cock in my pussy, Mr Ray grunts and pure lust takes over as he starts to pump inside my boy tunnel. He fucks me hard, so hard and quick, his piston like manrod motoring inside my chamber but his eyes are always on the boys in the distance. I can see it in his mind as he pumps me, `Turn around, why don’t they turn around, why are they not watching me?.’ He is frantic as he thrusts wildly and yet his mind is all at sea; lost in his lust, lost in his fantasy which is now soured by the fact the boys are more intent on their game than him fucking away at a naked boy. `How can I impress them with my big cock if they don’t see,’ his brain is hammering the point relentlessly as I squeeze him constantly, my pussy muscles working hard, matching his fevered thrusts. My own wants are not sexual; my intent is all too clear in my mind to bother about my sexual wants. My daddy has trained me well. I work his cock and caress his chest, tugging at his nipples, my little boy lust voice whispers sexily, �Oh your willie feels so good inside me. Those boys will be so jealous of me taking your big willie in my little boy hole,� I purr, sending the sensation within me, caressing his cock with little waves of pulsing pleasure. His eyes blaze is frustration as he fucks me hard, a deep hard rut but the boys play on in the meadow, ignoring his frantic conquest of a fellow boy. �Can they see us, are they rushing over to watch you fuck me?� I wheedle my voice at him, tearing into the fabric of his fantasy, �Oh they will so want to have you fuck them as well, one after the other, here on the grass lying where I am.� A shout is heard followed by the whack of bat on ball and more cries of encouragement and jeers but there is nothing directed at Mr Ray. `Look. Look can you not see,’ his eyes blaze again as he mentally implores the group of players to drop everything and come and watch the best boyfucker in the world do it in public. I twist his nipple with my left hand, he is distracted and looks down at me, I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it. �Oh you fuck so good,� I lisp through my thumb filled mouth and I cross my legs over his bum and squeeze him. �Ohhh I’m coming,� I moan and writhe my body as I contract my pussy, grasping his dick tightly with my dark boy tunnel. �Ggggrrh, gnngh, Ohh fuck,� he grunts and it is over, his cock spurts, three, four heavy fantasy filled bullets of sperm, the rest just dribbles of his manseed, pooling weakly into my milking pussy and his head sinks down on and rests on the ground over my left shoulder; again he is looking at boys in the meadow. He has done it, he has fucked a boy in public and no one knows. A cry goes up from the players, �Your out!� resounds into the sunlit air and so is Mr Ray. Mr Jerry approaches, it is still very dangerous for me, for us; he is taking careful aim with the camcorder, attempting to get shots of both of us with the playing boys in the background, these scenes will be worth more money to be extracted from Mr Ray’s deep purse. �Come on now,� he urges and a spent and slightly depressed Mr Ray slides out of my pussy, his boyfucking cock now a limp dangling worm. Unmanned he crawls towards the bushes, Mr Jerry films this unnoticed by Mr Ray but I know this will be used by my daddy to keep Mr Ray in order. I stand up; Mr Jerry films me, standing proud and naked on the mount with the boys in the background. Still involved in their game not one spots me standing there pink and shiny with sperm in the sunlight. I follow Mr Ray into the bushes and Mr Jerry follows me after taking more shots of the boys, he can splice them into the film for better effect. Mr Ray is lying under the bushes with Mr Ray and Mr Alan watching, they are jealous and yet unsure of what they observed. As they have not experienced what Mr Ray has they do not understand the failure of his fantasy, they would have been ecstatic if they had done what he has just accomplished, they watch as he lays there, his cock listless between his legs, a slight strand of semen glistening in the patchy sunlight and a sense of depression gathering around him. Now I play my ace in the game and beckon Mr Jerry to my side. �You’re sure?� he asks and I am insistent. He calls the others over, �the boy says it’s not fair for the other two not to fuck him in public as well.� I can see the shock and the resultant lust on their two faces and I see the anger in Mr Ray’s; he knows he’s going to miss out on the private fuck he has turned down; the disappointment of his public fuck fantasy is also hitting him hard now as he realises just how much his fuck filled fantasy failed in reality. Gone now is the heroic boyfucker, instead he sees Mr Ray the unknown public boyfucker and it hurts his ego badly. I can see the rage in him and the frustration and I smile to myself but I am not finished with his humiliation just yet. Mr Rick trembles, he’s not sure, he’s very much scared so I take him by the hand and lead him to the side of the grassy mount; here there is some leafy and shadowy cover from the bushes and trees and from the public gaze, were are not so open hers and now I see that he sees the possibilities. I make him lie on his back; if he turns his head he can watch the meadow boys at their game and he looks up at me, terror and wonder are looking back at me from his eyes. He is in totally unknown territory here and it scares the hell out of him just as much as it excites him. I kneel down between his open legs; his flaccid cock almost leaps into an erection as I give it the barest of sucks. �Ohh God,� he mutters and I don’t know if it’s a prayer or an apology to his master. Gently I mount him, he looks at me with his cow eyes; he hadn’t expected tunalı escort this at all and his eyes flash and flicker and then they flit from the nearby boys to my cocklet where he can see his own dick as I rise up and down and I notice him work to flatten that paunch so he can enjoy a better view of his cock sliding inside me and the look on my face as that mushroom head works its magic on my boy canal. I can see the puzzled wonder and delights and terror in his face as I ride him. My body rises and falls, my cocklet bounces on his paunch as I show him how a boy can mount a man. Mr Jerry is there; closer now, lying on the side of mound, hidden by the long grass from the meadow and he films in close up. He points the lens down over Mr Rick’s paunch to capture the action as the thin cock invades me, I pull up, expose the large plum red cockhead, more tomato shaped now and then plunge back down in one swift cock squeezing movement. Mr Rick gasps as the wonderful delights wash over his body, I am taking him beyond any fantasy he has ever had as he lays there helpless in my grasp. I could have taken Mr Ray to this spot and done this and more with him as well if not even hotter and better, but I knew what I was doing. He may think he is THE MAN but I AM THE BOY and I call the shots in this game. I know he is watching from the bushes, he will not be on the lookout as the others would be. He was probably seething with envy. Mr Rick grunts as his mushroom head flares inside me, its thick shape now hitting the spot I need rubbing. Carefully I rotate my body so his funny shaped cock can really rub me to heaven. I put a hand behind me and reach back and cares his ballsac, the lumps of spermy gristle twitch in my hand and Mr Rick moans loudly. The thwack of a ball being hit cuts across and then there is the thump as the ball lands close. Shouts and cries are heard and then comes the sound of pounding feet. One of the boys is coming to get the ball. Mr Jerry is quick to move to get the shot that will pay and he flashes me a look. I put my hand on Mr Rick’s head and turn it so he can see the boy running towards us. A look of panic shoots across his face and I put my hand across his mouth and shush him. The boy runs forward, he is intent on the ball which lies in the grass at the bottom of the mound. I use my pussy to manipulate Mr Rick’s cock, the look on his face as he feels that special pleasure mount coupled with the danger of the running boy heightens his sexual desire and passion. The boy, head down, pants as he comes close, if he looks up, he would see our naked enjoined bodies, whether he would understand what we were doing is another matter but I am sure Mr Rick does not think about that. The boy reaches the ball, he bends down picks it up turns and throws it high towards his friends and follows down after it. As he stands there his arm pitching the ball I have twisted and rotated my hips and my pussy and I feel Mr Rick’s cry through my fingers cupped across his mouth as his cock jets its sperm inside me. The five jets he gives me are the strongest that have ever exploded from his slim cock and he manages to thrust up off the grass, pushing hard inside my boy tunnel. �Ohhh Gooddd,� he mutters through my fingers as he sinks down into the grass, his eyes on the backside of the boy running back to the game in the meadow. �We could do this in the cemetery amongst the gravestones,� I whisper and his eyes widen, �Or in the choir loft,� I suggest �even in their changing room,� he gulps and I feel his cock twitch, another spasm of sperm pushing into me, �I could wear just a robe with nothing underneath it,� I can see the pictures flittering across his eyes and he whimper as I play with his particular fantasy. His face screws up and his mouth falls open and he sobs gently as the images flow on and on, the boys in his vision only adding fuel to the fire. Mr Jerry leans close to get shots of Mr Rick’s wasted face and he whispers to me, �Got all that, well done lad, your daddy will be proud of you.� I glow with pride there is nothing better than daddy’s praise apart off course from his big cock for me. Slowly I sit up on my knees so Mr Rick’s cock can slide out of my pussy; the mushroomy head is very, very pink now and there are the globules of sperm that coat the shiny skin. Mr Rick is still heaving from the exertion and his paunch now wobbles as he pants, just like the boy did. He too finds it easier to crawl into the bushes where Mr Ray and Mr Alan have been watching. Mr Ray’s cock is especially hard and throbbing and I am sure he has a green tint of envy on his face as he glares at Mr Rick who had come within a whisker of being seen fucking me. Mr Alan is also very hard and he is trembling both with lust and fear. I think the nearness of the boy has affected him and he is in two minds about what happened and what is going to happen. �Perhaps its’ too dangerous now,� Mr Ray suggests hoping to convince Mr Alan to reject the opportunity to fuck me in public. His own fantasy was spoiled even more by what had happened to Mr Rick and he wants some sort of revenge. �I don’t know,� Mr Alan is dithering but as I said I AM THE BOY and I roll the dice. �Davey wants daddy’s cock now,� I sidle up to Mr Alan, take his cock in my hand and bleat at him, fluttering my eyelashes. �Its soo nice in the sun on the high grass,� I wheedle, �Davey needs it,� I whisper and tug his hand. �Davey,� Mr Alan’s eyes glazed and he followed me to the same place I had fucked Mr Rick, it was relatively safe and gave him a sense of security. I tugged his hand and he lay down on the grass, his eyes intent on mine, the boys at their game were no distraction for him. The sound of their playing, the cries, the yells, the sounds of bat and ball had no draw for him. Mr Alan wanted his Davey and I was happy to give him his Davey in the shape of my boypussy. He pulled me down on him and we kissed, simple butterfly kisses at first, then the heavier tongue in mouth sensual stuff. I could feel his sexual heat, it matched mine as Mr Ray and Mr Rick had not brought me anywhere close to satisfaction. My hand was busy with his manrod as we kissed, it pulsed and throbbed as he lay entwined and I was enjoying being loved by a man who wanted just to love his boy, his Davey and of course the sex that went with that. Mr Jerry was there with his camcorder and I made sure that he got the shots of the boys in the background as we kissed and I rubbed Mr Alan’s hard dick. I slid down his body now to suck on his cock, getting it good and wet ready to slide inside me. As I was about to mount him just as I had done with Mr Rick, Mr Nate appeared and whispered carefully. �Boy on a skateboard coming,� Mr Nate hissed, �just around the bend, will be here any moment.� �How old?� Mr Jerry asked from behind the camcorder. �About the boys age,� Mr Nate suggested. Mr Jerry looked at me and I nodded. tunceli escort �Wh, wh, what?� squeaked Mr Alan, I felt his cock shrinking. �Just lie there,� instructed Mr Jerry, �let the boy do his thing.� I could feel Mr Alan shaking, his fear also showing in his eyes which widened and flickered from side to side. I slid back up his naked body, plump and saggy as it was, I caressed his full breasts with my hands, squeezing them and palpitating them and I spoke quietly looking at him. �Davey needs his daddy to be good now, wants his big cock to do everything to him,� his eyes held my gaze and his trembling eased, �that’s it poppa,� I smiled as I bent down and kissed him, flicking my tongue into his panicked open mouth, licking around the inside of his mouth, one hand rubbing his right nub, the other back to stroking his cock, which hardened again and pulsed. �Ok poppa, Davey gonna love your big cock now,� Mr Alan nodded. Down I slid over his sagginess, over his greying course hairs to the scrawny snow forest around his stiff upright dick. I kept his eyes focussed on me as I moved down, licking my lips they way I know men like. His fear trembling stopped and was replaced with anticipatory shivers. I took his cock in my mouth; licking over the head as I welcomed it into my mouth, making my lips tight so they rubbed his sensitive head and the ridge as his cock slipped into my maw. As the head entered my hot funnel, his eyes closed and he moaned softly, a deep satisfying moan. I glanced to the right, I heard the sound of the skateboard on the asphalt path and on my upstroke twisted my mouth around Mr Alan’s cock, again making him gasp and allowing me a clearer view of the skateboarder. Mr Nate was right he did look about my age, no helmet on his brown hair, no knee or elbow pads, a rebel maybe although he was moving real slow. I lifted my head up and sank back down on Mr Alan’s prong, making a lip smacking sucking noise. The brown haired head moved in the direction of the noise. I bobbed up and down, Mr Alan lost in Davey’s delights, moaned good and the noise of the skateboard’s wheels stopped. I looked up at the face that was watching me, curiosity beamed in the green brown eyes and behind that the worrying concern that I expected to see. `Hi,’ I mouthed and sucked deep on Mr Alan, he twitched and with my hand I beckoned the boy over silently. A long moment followed, the boy was weighting up his options. I had no knowledge of his experience, but was sure it was not as comprehensive as mine. �Boys are inquisitive,� daddy would say, �they are easily tempted and when they find they liked being tickled, touched, rubbed, sucked then,� and he would make an `o’ with a thumb and forefinger and slide the forefinger from his other hand through the `o’ and we would giggle. The boy stepped of his skateboard and tipping it into his hand with practiced ease, approached. He stood about a foot away and watched as I sucked Mr Alan’s cock, rubbing the shiny shaft and plumping the large low hanging balls. I took a another look at him, worn blue t-shirt, dark blue crumpled shorts, socks that were grey white with age and worn out trainers, the laces didn’t match and I doubted that was a fashion statement. The boy moved closer but looked right and left first, checking the scene. He scrunched down on his heels and leaned closer, watching the action of my mouth and my hands on the fleshy pole that belonged to Mr Alan. �Watcha doin?� his whispered voice had no trace of testosterone in it, like me his balls were a long way from producing what I was trying to get out of Mr Alan’s, but he was curious. �Sucking cock,� I told him as I lifted my mouth of Mr Alan’s glistening rod and rubbed it gently with my young boy fingers, teasing my finger around the edge of the helmet, Mr Alan writhed, moving, rotating his hips and groaning again. I looked the boy right in his green, brown flecked eyes, which widened as much as his mouth did as his brain heard my words. �Fuuuuuuucccckkkk,� he whistle whispered and rocked a little on his heels. He did not run, he did not scream, his brain I knew was working the situation, evaluating what he was seeing, what he was hearing. This was no old man molesting a kid; this was a kid, a kid around his own age sucking on a man’s cock, alright an old man, but it was a man’s cock and it stood up proud, drooling in the sun. I leaned back down and sucked Mr Alan’s cock down, deep into the root, my lips buried in the grey coarse hairs. �Why?� he whispered, no scream or shout of `Stranger Danger.’ �I like sucking cock,� I told him and licked Mr Alan’s cock like a popsicle. He could not take his eyes of the pink prong and my tongue, licking the heart shaped head and slicking across the slit. �Fuuuuucccckkk,� he whispered again, this time bending closer, he looked around, again checking the scene. Behind us the game in the meadow continued, the baseball boys’ shouts and jeers passing over our heads in the sun. �Does it really feel good?� he asked. I sucked Mr Alan’s cock; he was as good as gold, mewling like a kitten, his eyes now a slit as he watched two boys, one naked, one clothed but yes TWO BOYS looking and loving his big man rod. �He likes it,� I replied, stroking the skin up and down, covering and uncovering the pre-cum slicked head, Mr Alan, twitching and groaning with each touch. �You wanna know what its’ like?� I smiled my `I’m a little boy and your a little boy,’ smile. �I dunno,� he said shaking his head slowly and looking around again, making sure he was safe, his exits clear. I reached out with both my hands slowly and started to undo his shorts, the button flap, then the zip, easing it down, the whizzy sound of the plastic rasping in the air. He bit his lip, and his eyes flickered wildly. I opened his fly, the flaps bending sideways due to the pressure of the way he was sat on his heels. In my mind I am also aware that Mr Ray will be watching, watching and fuming, this must be one of his favourite dreams, a strange boy, made available and seduced in public. He must be green with envy and red with rage that it is his fault this has happened, if he had not been selfish and demanded a public scene then this would not have happened to Mr Alan and his fantasy dreams would have been safe; how it must irk him to his heart that he is responsible for other men to achieve what he could not. I reach inside the open fly and pull up the t-shirt, the boy, nervous takes the hem in his hand and holds it up exposing his flat tummy and the dark space below. He wore minions briefs, the large wide printed eyes looked at me from the obvious bulge between them. He swallowed nervously and again looked around. I put my finger in the waistband, there was no flyhole in these cheap briefs and tugged carefully downwards. Mr Alan groaned as he watched and the boy twitched. Using my other hand I reached inside the shadowy opening for the reason for the bulge. I looked the boy in the eyes as my fingers gently made contact. He shivered. To be continued END OF PART FOUR If you liked this then please have a look at my other stories in the Nifty prolific authors list under VanTZBoi and send your vote for the next one to be continued

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