Message-ID: <5141eli$9710241422@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: gthomas@rocketmail.com Subject: Repost - My Down Fall - First Time to ASSM Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <3450a53b.4154159@news.mindspring.com> Stamdard Warning - Don't read it if you don't understand what sex is. Go home and look through the keyhole first! My Down Fall I smiled and looked down at Karyn, the thirteen year old girl who had just finished giving me another of her most expert blowjobs. She glanced up at me, brushing her hair away from the side of her head, where it was sticking in the fresh cum that I’d just squirted on the side of her face. Kar is some kind of sex fiend, for a 13 year old she is one wild girl, the most uninhibited female that I know, or have ever known for that matter. She’s small, a frail looking little girl, and she looks totally innocent. But underneath that exterior of harmlessness is, I have decided, a budding nymphomaniac. I have never fucked her. I don’t know what she would be like in that aspect of sex, but let me tell you, she sucks my cock like no body else, and she loves it. Of course so do I, now that it has happened so many times. I was stretched out on the couch, with my pants down around my ankles, and she was playing with me like a cat plays with a mouse before the kill. As I looked at her, she smiled at me, one of her smirky little expressions, and with hard stokes was sliding her hand up and down the fully length of my cock. I am not circumcised and each with each stroke she intentionally pushed the skin up over the head of my penis then with a fast hard downward stroke she pushed the slippery skin away, exposing the sensitive glans. At the bottom of each stroke, with a steady push she stretched the skin to almost a painful tightness right where it attached to the underside of the head. I jerked forward with each of her strokes, and she would quickly lean forward and suck hard just on the tip, then circle her tongue around the super sensitive head of my slowly softening penis. "Hmmm, good." She said, slurping her lips up and down the length of my surging hardness. Alicia Lynn, Kar’s 17 year old sister was setting on the end of sofa away from us. Alicia liked to watch us, and Me and Kar, and we liked for her to. Alicia had been Kar’s teacher, or that was what the girls told me, one day Kar had asked Alicia about sex and that was when all of this had started. Alicia had shown Kar everything, all about sex and how to do it. About 3 or 4 months ago Kar had wanted Alicia to teach her how to give a blow job and I became the lucky or unlucky, as you may choose to view it, person to participate in Kar’s education. I guess I should explain a little about how all of this fun stuff came about. I met both of the girls at church. Yeah, I know, it sounds like I am a child molester, but I am not, I haven’t done anything that could be considered without their consent, just the opposite, the wanted it and demanded it. Sure, I know that it is against the law, having sex with a 13 year old, what idiot isn’t smart enough to know that, but I didn’t plan it, Alicia and Kar did. Yes, it may sound like I am claiming that I was victimized, that I got caught, that I could have walked away from them, and I guess that is true. However, there are other things that influenced my ability to walk away, things that I never expected to happen. Maybe you can call it blackmail, or just very persuasive encouragement. All I can say is it wasn’t my idea that I ended up doing what ever a 13 year old girl told me to do, but that is the way most of life goes. So, here is how it all started. One thing that I have learned is that the old saying about women being ruthless, without mercy, that when it comes to pure unadulterated ability to go for the kill, leave the dirty work to a female, well it is all true. My situation all started because of my lust, not for Kar and not for Alicia, but for their mother, Elizabeth. She and I both work as teachers for the "teen" group at church Sunday school. Two teachers are used for the teen group because the class is coed and it only seems "modern" to have two teachers, a male and a female. To me Elizabeth and her two girls looked like the perfect "single mother family". Liz has been single for as long as I’ve known her. Why she’s single, and how she became that way is a typically story of a successful husband lured away by the wealth he made and the people he met along the way. That part is to dull to even talk about. If you’ve heard about one broken family then you’ve heard about them all. I am married and have been for a long time. I love my wife, I still do in fact, but I am only a man, nothing more and nothing less, and spending a few hours a week with a single women leads to many things. My evenings lead to Kar and Alicia, and not Liz, although she unconsciously played a role in it happening. Liz and I would meet at the church one night a week, usually on Tuesday or Thursday, to plan and go over the lesson that we were going to teach on Sunday. We got to be good friends, she shared her story about becoming single and me, being a basically very kind and considerate person, listened. One night we were both bored with working on the lessons for the upcoming week and we made a mistake, and that mistake is what set me up for what happened. At the church we have a really nice video production system. Mostly it is used to make videos that are sent to missionaries the church supports. Some of them are in foreign countries and the videos provide another way for information to be disseminated to the people in those remote locations. The first videos got great reviews and other churches wanted them too. The whole thing just kind of took on a life of it’s own and pretty soon the church was sending them all over the place. They have even sold them to other churches. So what began as a small inside operation became a real money making operation for the church. I don’t think the videos could be called professional productions, but they are certainly of high enough quality to be useful. Mostly the videos are of things like the lessons that were being taught and maybe the music programs put on by the church. The video program really turned out to be a lot bigger than anyone expected. Teenagers are interested in any thing that is fun, and it was obvious that the most fun being had by anyone at the church was the video production group. So, Alicia became interested in making videos. Obviously, the video production group also met at the church to work on their latest production. Their meetings are also held on Tuesdays or Thursdays, sometimes both nights if they needed to meet a deadline for the next tape. There are two recording studios located in adjacent rooms, on the same side of the hallway. The main video studio was put into one of the bigger classroom while the small studio is in a much smaller room. All of the high tech equipment, recorders, editing equipment and mixers for sound and video are in a control room built in the back of the big room. A stage, lighting system and other stuff were installed in the front. The stage was equipped with a permanent sound system, microphones, freestanding and suspended ones. The sound from the microphones at the stage is fed to the recording equipment at the back. The cameras themselves are of three types, two are the big bulky tripod mounted, two are small shoulder carried and two very small permanently mounted camera. The small permanently mounted cameras are the master camera that produces the master synchronization track, one is in the main studio and the other is in the small studio. What got me in trouble was that the permanently mounted camera in small studio. I know this is getting hard to visualize the arrangement of all the stuff. Just remember that the whole setup was installed in two rooms that are on the same side of the hall. The big classroom is the main studio and the control room, the next room down the hall, and on the same side of the hall, is the small studio and used when the main studio is busy. Also, the small studio is used only for those sessions where the sound is recorded on a mono-track, so there is only one suspended microphone. Usually the small studio is used for taping of lessons and instructional material. The control room has a big picture window through which the people working as recording technicians could see into the main studio. For the small studio there is only a little tiny window and a pass through hole, but there is no door into the control room from the small studio into the control room. Alicia spent a lot of time working as an assistant in the control room. During a live recording session sometimes there would be five or six people working in the control room. After the recording work they tape had to be edited. Editing is usually done by one or two people and, obviously, there wouldn’t be anyone on the stage. Alicia is very good at both the recording and editing of tapes, a skill that she used against me. Liz and I would meet in the foyer between the church chapel. I usually got there a few minutes before Liz & Alicia. Once the ladies arrived, Alicia would hurry off to help with the latest video production and Liz and I would retreat to an empty classroom to do our work. We were not very picky about the room that we used, we’d just go from door to door until we found a room that wasn’t being used and go in and set up our stuff and work as long as we felt like it. On the night that caused all my trouble, Liz and I chose the small studio as our work location. The only furniture in the room was a lectern, work table and several chairs all around the table. The room isn’t all that big and even the little bit of stuff just about filled it up. There was an area between the back wall and the table maybe 6 or 8 feet wide. It is a small room, but it made a very cozy work space. The overhead lights are adjustable, there is a dimmer switch by door. As we went in I adjusted the lights up to the maximum so that we could read from the lesson books. We immediately arranged our stuff on the table and sat down to get to work. What we didn’t know was that Alicia was the only person working in the control room. She told me later that she was editing a special tape that was made up of clippings from the archives. It took us about an hour to get everything organized for the next week. It never occurred to either of us that Alicia had been watching us through the small viewing window and was actually recording the video and audio feeds from the suspended microphone and the permanently mounted master tracking camera. For that first hour the tape Alicia made would have bored a person to death, what is there to watch when two people are working? We’d decide that Liz should do most of the standup talking in the classroom on Sunday. I usually did most of the standup talking mainly because Liz was very self-conscious about speaking to groups. Some people just never get over stage fright, no matter how many times they stand up and talk. Even when they know all the people in the group, they still get nervous and Liz is like that. When it comes to being friendly in an informal setting she does great, but put her up in front of that same group of people when she has to speak and she just falls apart. I saw that she was already nervous about doing the lesson and suggested that we rehearse it. She thought that it was a goo idea and I moved my chair away from the table, around to the area in front of the lectern. I was her audience, and she could stand up and walk through the whole presentation. Another thing about women, they are so emotional, any little thing will set them off, which usually ends up with them crying. Liz started her presentation, with me being the whole audience, after about 10 minutes and ten mistakes, she was so mad at herself she was ready to go back and plan the whole lesson over with me doing all the stand-up work. I made the big mistake of laughing at her. She instantly burst into tears. I was shocked and just sat in my chair for a few minutes, hoping that she would compose herself and continue. She finally got so upset that she yelled at me, saying, "Well are you just going to set there or are you going to help me?" I stood up and walked up to the front of the room and stood next to her. She was still sobbing. I said; "Liz, come on there is no reason to be so upset. I’ll do it if you want me to." She looked up at me and said, "You really don’t mind?" I said, "Of course not. I like to do it." I could see the relief in her eyes and she kind of spontaneously leaned toward me. I thought she was going to hug me, but she quickly raised up on her toes and gave me a kiss. Just a little peck but it felt like a 1000 volt electric shock through my whole body. I was so shocked I couldn’t move a muscle and just stood there with my mouth open. She could see the shock in my eyes, me standing there like a fool, and she started laughing and said, "John, I just love you, you are so nice and such a gentleman. I just love coming here to spend time with you." With that she moved up against me and began to hug me. My arms, all by themselves encircled her and I hugged her back. We stood like that for what seemed like a long time, but I know it could not have been more than a few seconds. It felt like heaven with her so close and I didn’t want to let her go, her smell permeating my mind, and she was hugging me as hard as I was hugging her. I felt her suddenly stiffen and I released my arms and she stepped back. Again I was to shocked to say anything and she started laughing and said, "Thanks for the hug I’ve been dreaming about you holding me for a long time. Maybe I can give this lesson another try!" I just stood there looking at her. Finally she chuckled and said, "OK, are we going to try this lesson again?" I had a thousand things running through my mind. I could still feel her inside my arms and the odor of her still felt like a hot blanket wrapped around me. I finally gave my head a shake and tried to say that I was ready for her to try again, but all that came out was a strangled sound of "Uh ....". She really started laughing then and said, "John, I didn’t mean to get you so upset, I’ve never seen you when you couldn’t talk." I started laughing at that, a real nervous laugh and I said, "Yeah, well Liz you don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hold you close to me!", as I said that I turned and walked back to the chair where I’d been setting while she rehearsed the lesson. When I sat down and looked back at her she was looking at me with a very serious expression on her face. I could tell she was thinking about what I’d just said. We both just sat there looking at each other for again what seemed like a long time. Finally she spoke in almost a whisper, "John did you mean that? Have you really thought about me?" Now it was my turn to shock her. I said, "Liz, I’ve thought about you a lot. Almost everyday I think about you and coming here and spending time with you is just about the most exciting thing I do." She said, "John, you are married and I am divorced, that is a very bad situation." I said, "Yes it is, but it is still the most exciting thing I do." She looked at me again, this time with sympathy and said, "Well, I guess I have to admit, I think about you too. But it will hurt a lot of people?" I even shocked myself with what I said next, three little words seemed to come out by themselves, I said, "I don’t care." She started to say something, but it never came out. Instead with deliberate action she turned and walked toward the door. I thought she was walking out and that what I had said was something that she would never forgive me for. I was instantly aware that I would probably never see her again. Her purse and jacket were laying on a chair by the door, as she got close to the door she reached down and picked up her purse, but not her coat. She then turned and looked back at me, there was a real determined expression on her face, she said, "I got to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back." I said, "That is a good idea, I think I’ll go to." and I stood up and walked across the room. She opened the door and we both walked down the hall toward the bathrooms at the end of the hall. As we walked along the hall the tension between us was very, very high. When we got to the end of the hall, just before she pushed the bathroom door open she turned and looked at me and said, "Are you sure you don’t care who gets hurt?" For a second I was scared, then something inside of me clicked, almost like a light switch turning off, and I said, "Liz, I don’t care! I am sure." She said, "OK, I’ll be right back." and walked on into the bathroom. I went into the men’s bathroom wondering what she meant and as I walked up to the urinal to take a leak I couldn’t understand any of what had just happened. I was so excited by the whole thing that I was literally shaking. Call it nervous, call it scared, call it worried, call it anything you want, I didn’t understand what I was experiencing. As I finished taking a leak, I just shook my head, and mumbled, "What have I got myself into." When I got back out in the hall it was empty. The hall lights are on a timer and about half of them had gone off while I was in the bathroom, so I knew it was getting late. The only thing that I noticed, but it didn’t register, was that there was a flashing sign in the hall that said, "Recording". Little did I know but what was being recorded was what was going on in the small studio. I stood in the hall outside the bathrooms for a couple more minutes then decided that Liz had already gone back to the room. As I walked back down the dimly lighted hall my mind was still going a hundred miles an hour. I had to walk directly under the sign that kept flashing it’s unrecognized warning: "Recording! Recording! Recording!" Liz wasn’t in the room, so I walked back over to where I’d been setting and took a seat. I was still setting there deep in thought when I heard the door opening, it was Liz. When she walked in the room she let the door close slowly behind her and stood there looking at me again, she said, "Last chance to say good-bye!" I laughed and said, "Say good-bye to what? The most exciting thing in my life!" She laughed and turned back toward the door. For a second I thought she really was leaving this time, but instead she took hold of the door knob and I heard a loud click as she locked it. Again I had the opportunity to put the flashing sign in the hall and the fact that the door could be locked from the inside together. The only reason anyone would want to lock the door from the inside was to keep someone from interrupting a recording session. Still it didn’t all come together. She turned back toward me and said, "I had to put in my diaphragm and spermicide." I didn’t know what to say, but I managed to say, "Yeah good idea." She laughed when I said that and so did I. >From that point on things were out of control for both of us. She never hesitated and walked across the room toward me, the whole way she was looking me straight in the eye. Neither of us broke the look. There were no other chairs near where I was setting in the room. All the other stuff around the table in the front of the room. I just sat there watching her approach. Once she got up close she kind of sat down sideways on my lap, putting her arms around my neck she leaned down and began to kiss me. A deep hungry kiss, almost ferocious in her attack. I kissed her back, sliding my tongue along her lips. She responded by opening her mouth and sucking my tongue into hers. It was a kiss of such intensity that we were both shaking. It was wonderful the fresh taste of her mouth, the slippery feeling of her tongue on mine, we held the kiss for a long time. Each of us feeling the heat building within ourselves. Finally when we broke the kiss we were both out of breath. At first I thought I was having an asthma attack, I could hardly catch my breath and she was breathing right in time with me. She leaned into kiss me again and I met her hunger with a matched intensity. Again kissing and sucking each other so deeply that I thought we would cause our lips to bleed. As we continued to kiss I began to move my hands up the side of her body, slowly with infinite tenderness. Stroking the fire that was building inside of her. She was wearing a white blouse and dark blue skirt that fit tightly, but not skin tight, something that would be acceptable at any social function. The blouse fit very loosely and I began to try to pull it out from the waist band of her skirt, I needed to feel her skin with my hands. I struggled a few seconds with the material and she began to help me, pulling hard enough that I heard the material give a little ripping sound as she pulled it out. I quickly pushed my hands under the material and lifted it up, as I slid my hands upward I realized that I did not feel a bra. She must have taken it off in the bathroom. I immediately slipped my right hand up along her spin, feeling the texture of her skin change from smooth silk to chilled bump covered satin. My left hand was resting on her belly and I stroked upward across the flat smoothness feeling the muscles in her stomach quiver and pulse from my touch. As my left hand came in contact with the bottom orbs of her breast she suddenly jerked and began to giggle. She said, "John no man has touched me since my husband left 4 years ago. I am sorry if I can’t hold still, it just feels so wonderful!" I said, "Liz I want to make love to you. I can hardly stand it here. I want to take you to a real bed, somewhere where it will be more tender, where I can do it for you the way it should be done." She said, "John, I need it now, I don’t want to wait, not a day, not a hour, not a minute. I need to feel you, do it to me, please." I didn’t say anything, I just started kissing her again. I raised my left hand up to cover the tip of her breast, again she jerked and a huge sigh of pleasure escaped from her as I gave the nipple a very gentle squeeze. She began to grind her ass into my crotch. My penis as hard as stone and extended parallel to my leg. I wear boxer style, baggy shorts and as my erection grew my cock was held hard against my leg by her weight. I continued to kiss her and gently squeeze her breasts for a few more minutes. She would twist and wiggle each time I rubbed her breasts. Suddenly she started pulling away from me and rose up to a standing position by the side of the chair. I pushed her blouse up and began to kiss upward along her stomach, finally raising her blouse up to the point that both of her breast were slightly above my eyes. Leaning forward I sucked first her left nipple into my mouth. As I sucked her nipples I realized that she was so hot that her breasts were actually milking. A mildly sweat flavor, kind of smoothness began to fill my mouth. I suckled first one breast then the other, each providing their share of lust nectar. I said, "Liz, your breasts they are wonderful, I taste you here and it is like a flower opening to give it’s honey." She said, "I know, I used to do that when I was first married, when I was a virgin, before the girls were born, but Oh, John it has been so long since I have felt it. I feel it with you, I knew I would." It was time, if we were going to fuck we both knew it was time to do it. I said, "Liz, I want to fuck you, now. Let me get my pants off, then lets fuck like we both never have before." She didn’t say anything just stepped back a little. I stood up and began to unbutton my pants. That night I had changed into my casual clothes and had on my jeans, a print shirt and my jogging shoes. I used the toe of one shoe to pull off the other then my socked foot to pull off the remaining shoe. It took me less than ten seconds to get my pants and underwear off. The coolness of the room felt wonderful on my balls and cock. Liz had stood out of the way as I pulled my pants off. As I tossed them on the floor I heard a gasping intake of breath. I looked up and at her, she was starring at my penis. She looked up at me and said, "John your big, I had no idea that you had such a big penis." I smiled at her and said, "Liz, I’ll be gentle, I promise I won’t hurt you." She said, "But my husband he wasn’t as big as you, I think I am going to love this more than I thought. How big are you John, I need to know?" I said, "A little more than average, the last time it seemed important, I think I measured it at 8 inches." She said, "No it’s bigger than that." I said, "Liz, it’s been a long time since you’ve seen one of these, it won’t seem so big next time." She laughed at me and said, "Yes you are probably right" I said, "Where we going to do this at?" She looked around a little lost for a second, then said, "On the floor?" I said, "No it is hard and cold on the floor. How about just here on the chair. I’ll set back down and you can come and straddle over the top." She said, "OK, I’ll try." I sat down on the chair, my penis sticking straight up. Liz moved closer to me and began to move her hand toward my erect cock. Once she touched me she began to run her fingers up and down the sensitive surface. She looked up at me and said, "I need to feel you inside of me." I said, "I am ready." With that she started struggling trying to get the material of her skirt up around her waist. I said, "Take it off." She just glanced at me and said, "OK", and reached around behind herself with both hands. I could hear the material rustle as she undid the top button and the then the noise the zipper made as she slid it down. With a single motion she dropped her skirt down and lifted her right foot then left foot out, dropping the skirt on the floor. She did not have her panties on, again I thought part of the preparations made in the bathroom. She took one step over to the side of the chair, standing on my left side. I placed my hands on either side of her hips to steady her and she lifted her left leg and slid her foot around so that she was standing spread eagle over the top of my erect penis. With a slow action she began to lower herself down toward me. I grasped my cock at the base and placed the head of my penis against her pubic area. She was so hot that her cunt felt like she was on fire. I rubbed the head of my cock back and forth across her vaginal area a couple of times, spreading the fluids coming from me and her. Then I placed the tip of my cock at the opening of her womanhood. We were both very wet from the fluids and the head of my cock slipped easily into her. The pleasure for me was so great that I moaned and so did she. She was tight there is no doubt and I could see that there was a little pain for her by the expression on her face, but she did not stop lowering herself and I could feel more and more of me going into her. When she was fully down my cock fully inside of her she placed her arms around my neck and again leaned forward to kiss me. Again we kissed with the same abandon as before, our tongues frantically seeking each others mouth. She began to roll her hips forward and back and her moans were louder and louder. I was squeezing her nipples again and she was rocking harder and harder into me. It didn’t take but maybe 3 minutes and we were both out of control. I felt her vagina squeezing me and getting tighter and tighter, I could tell she was almost to orgasm. She began to mumble, "I’m almost there John, almost, fuck me John, fuck me you bastard!" I was setting in the chair, she was doing all the fucking, but I tried to roll my hips upward, pulling as much of my cock out of her as I could, then pushing it back in. The onset of her orgasm was a beautiful thing to see and feel. She rocked into me one more time and suddenly she was there, her whole body tensing up and shaking. At the same time I felt the tightness of my body increase and my cum going into her. I grabbed her around the waist and jacked my cock into her as hard as I could. As soon as the spasms in her body and mine stopped we both looked each other in the eyes. She kind of leaned forward placing her head on my neck and held on to me. I held her too, I wanted to stay like that forever, I also wanted to get her into bed somewhere. I could only see the pain that we were, from now, on going to cause each other. I held her for a few more minutes and felt her began to move a little bit. My penis was still hard as stone and I know that we could have done it again, the next time more slowly and better for the both of us. She said, "John, I have dreamed about this, but I never thought it would happen." I held her close to me and said, "The same for me Liz. I have wanted you for a long time, almost since we first met. I never dreamed it could happen." We stayed like that for a few more minutes. I finally said, "Liz, we need to get our clothes back on, it is getting late, I don’t want to, but we have to, OK." Finally she began to move around and I helped her rise up, my still hard penis slipping from her wetness. She smiled at me and said, "I could use some more of that but for right now, we have to get out of here." I said, "I agree, next time will be better. I’ll come to your place next time OK?" Leaning over I picked up my pants off the floor and stood up and began to put them back on. We were both hurrying around in frantic activity, trying to get our clothes back on. It only took us a couple of minutes to get dressed. She said, "I need to make one more trip to the bathroom." I said, "OK, I’ll wait here." She hurried out of the room. I turned and looked at the chair, thinking that I’d have to find a special way to remember that inanimate object. As I looked at the chair thinking about what I had just enjoyed I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye. I jerked with another shock when I realized that the movement, that I wasn’t even sure I saw, was in the glass of the small window from the video controlroom. At the same time I heard the door to the room shut with a thud, and I breathed a big sigh of relief when it dawned on me that the movement I saw was probably a reflection of Liz as she came back in the room. Liz came directly across the room toward me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She walked right up to me, threw her arms around my neck and began kissing me again. I couldn’t help but kiss back. She broke the kiss and with a lot of intensity said, "That is in preparation for next time!" I smiled and said, "I can hardly wait!" We both laughed and I said, "Lets get out of this place before somebody catches us!" Just as we both turned to walk back toward the table and lectern where all the lesson stuff was still laid out the door to the room flew open and Alicia walked in. She said, "Mom are you ready to go? I’ve been waiting up front for a long time." Liz said, "Yes we are just finishing up with what we had to do. Let us get our stuff together." Alicia said, "OK Mom, See ya at the front." and turned and walked out of the room the door closing behind her. It only took us a couple of more minutes to pile everything up and head out of the room. I turned off the lights as we went out. Liz said, "That room will have a different meaning for me from now on." I said, "I know what you mean." As we walked away from the room it was at that instant that I felt something wrong. I didn’t know what it was, I just had some deep inkling of an idea that I had missed something. Looking back down the darkened hall I noticed the sign, the sign that had been flashing, "Recording! Recording! Recording!" I saw two of them, one above the door to the main studio and one above the door to the small studio. I realized that I wasn’t sure which sign had been flashing. I was scared, deep inside of me I felt something bad coming, I just didn’t know how seriously right I was. The real dilemma was I didn’t know what to expect. 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