Message-ID: <19731eli$9902060447@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: {NEW}<*>Kristianna's Instruction(5/?)(Mf, young) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII 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: <2baa4f27.36bbbc8e@aol.com> The following work contains sexually explicit language and may contain graphic descriptions of various sex acts. If you are not 18 years of age, or this sort of thing is prohibitted in your town, city, county, state, country, province, or erotica is offensive to you, STOP READING. I, the author give permission for this work to be posted and archived on ASSM and ASS, according to their standards and welcome reviewer's (Celestial and Annex) comments. This work may not be posted to any pay sites or reproduced for profit, other than for the author's own monetary benefit. If you have a personal comment, please feel free to e-mail me at 'Art_aDeux@AOL.com'. I will only respond to nice people so don't bother e-mailing me if you're going to be a jerk. Copyright 1999 Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha) Kristianna's Instruction I’m not one for popular music much. Call me funny, or maybe old fashioned. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been trained over twelve years in classical tradition on the piano. But I sure do like the title of a CD that’s apparently winning a few awards this time around. The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill. I guess I like it because it really sums up what went on those seven or so months I spent in South Sac. living with my mother and Fred. I got into school in the middle of the semester and things went down hill from there. Instead of French, they only offered Spanish, but because of some testing somebody had read about me, they thought I could just pick up in the middle of it all. Until my eighth grade year, I had been exclusively educated in private schools and although the second half of that year was started in public school, where I had met Chris, it had been in the neighborhood where I had grown up and I knew most of the kids, at least in passing. Enough to make me feel comfortable. Not so here. I was smack dab in the middle of what would eventually be known as some of the worst gang wars in the capital city’s history. All based on color. I was bussed to a school that was the worst of it. I got myself a boyfriend pretty quick, a hard kid who fought almost constantly. He was my protection I guess. I tried to avoid school as much as possible which turned out to be easier than expected. Lila eschewed any sort of medical care for herself and members of her family, which had left me in a pretty rough spot physically. I had needed my tonsils out since I was at least five and by the time I was twelve, I spent a lot of time sick. My mother still had to go to work, to pay the bills so that left me home alone a lot. I watched a lot of boob tube and sometimes went over to the neighbor’s house when Katrinna and her brother got home. Fred wasn’t around in the day much during those first couple of months. When school let out, I had the run of the place. That’s when he started dropping home for lunch. Katrinna went to summer camp for 8 weeks and her brother left for Oklahoma to visit some relatives. Pool was open, but I needed an adult if I wanted to enjoy it. And Fred was more than willing. For the first couple of weeks, he kept his hands to himself, and there wasn’t any repeats of the ‘nude thing’ as I referred to it in my mind. I started to feel more comfortable then. There wasn’t anything wrong with either he or I. Just some weird thing that had happened. Besides, I reasoned, he wasn’t my dad anyway. No harm done, except of course I wanted to think about the fact that my mother was sleeping with him...whatever. The old nearly teenage flirt emerged again, and I started trying out my wings once more. We were in the pool for a while when I started a splash fight. Which I knew I would lose, but kids will be kids and often bite off more than they can chew. It turned into an all out war and finally he came over and grabbed me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and beat at his muscled chest yelling at the top of my lungs. He just laughed and pinning both my hands above my head with one hand,reached between us and tweakedd my right nipple through my suit. “Titty twister!” he crowed, as my smile wavered a little and a stab of sexual pleasure went through me. I struggled to get an arm free and he loosened his grip. My smile returned and I responded in kind, pinching roughly at his manly little nub. I let my legs drop and he let me go. Swimming away I yelled at him that he couldn’t catch me. I knew I was wrong, I was just issuing a challenge. He met it and I was in his grasp again. This time feeling his semi-hard dick press against my thigh. I positioned myself on his back, and hanging on with my thighs commanded my ‘dolphin’ to bear me back to the shallow end. He did as I asked and I let go to sit on the stairs. My mind whirled. My nipples thrust hard against my bikini with my excitement and my little pussy throbbed lightly. As he rose out of the water, I could see his erection clearly through his thin swim trunks. We went back to the house after that, but I left my suit on since it was hot. We watched a scary movie on satellite and I jumped into his lap when the action got to much. He didn’t move to touch me, but I could feel his arousal against my bottom. Pressing. I shifted a little and the result was delicious, but dangerous. His penis now rested between my thighs and the head pressed delicately at my now swollen cunt lips. Again he said and did nothing but watched the movie. When he did move, I jumped off his lap guiltily. Nothing was said and I ran to my bedroom and quickly changed into shorts and a shirt. That night I prayed and asked God to forgive me for messing around like that. I promised I wouldn’t do it again and even promised to stop masturbating. (That was a bonus for God, since I figured that was okay since I was the only player so to speak.) I fell asleep dreaming of nothing in particular. But woke dreaming of Fred sliding his hands between my thighs. It felt so good I jolted awake scared. Nothing. Just me. And a dream that I shouldn’t be having. I told God I was sorry and drifted off again. When I got up, it was close to ten in the morning and I padded out for breakfast in my T-shirt and panties. Fred sat at the table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the paper. His eyes lingered on my barely concealed form as I rummaged about for a bowl and the cereal. “It’s going to be hot today Ti,” he said. “I’m going to take the day off and go to the lake. Your mom said she didn’t want you alone, so I guess you’ll have to come with me.” I nodded. Thinking that sounded pretty fun. His new corvette was deep blue and matched the ski-boat that he and my mom had just purchased. “Can I ski today?” I asked. “Every time the three of us go out, Mom always hogs the rope.” He laughed. “No problem. But maybe we should stop and get you a different suit, your bikini is going to fall off of you one of these times.” I laughed and agreed. I stocked the cooler with beer for him and cokes for me and made a couple of sandwiches. He took it all out to the boat and put it under the cover. He’d already hitched it to the ‘vette and we were ready to go. We stopped at a little shop on Madison Ave and Sunrise Blvd. that specialized in swimwear. He let me grab what I wanted and I modeled each suit for his approval. I finally settled on a black one. It was high cut on the legs and although it would withstand the rigors ofskiing without falling down,it had a hot pink zipper at the lightly scooped neckline that when undone, revealed my body to my navel. He bought it and we got back in the car for the drive to Folsom Lake. It was a beautiful day and not too busy because it was a weekday. He backed the boat into the water and I released the levers and held it so it didn’t drift just like I had watched my mother do. He drove back up the ramp and I spotted him a couple of minutes later, jogging back toward me. He hopped in the boat and reaching down, easily hauled me out of the water. I laughed and sat back as he started the boat and we eased away from the launching area. We drove around the lake a while, commenting on how low it was this year. (California had had a pretty bad drought in the late 70’s and Folsom Lake had suffered.) He let me drive for a while and then we decided it was time to ski. I hadn’t put my suit on, and blushed a little when I told him. He shrugged. “Just put it on, no one will see you, those fishermen are way too far anyway,” he said, ignoring the fact that he was there to see. I guess I was just a little disappointed when he turned away as I began stripping. He turned back in time to see me pulling the straps up, covering my breasts and smiled. “You growing some more Ti?” he asked, looking at my breasts. “I guess so,” I said as I worked the zipper up, then deciding against total prudery and leaving it at half mast. “I didn’t want to tell Mom though, she says that my bra budget is over the top.” I grabbed the life vest and shrugged into it while he moved over and started working all of the fastenings. His hand brushed the top of my breasts and then he was finished. I tossed the ski over the side and jumped in. Ever since I learned to water- ski, I’ve been good at it. By good I mean that I get up every time and stay up until I want to go down. Other than pools, I hate to swim. It has something to do with that stupid horror movie I watched one time. “Swamp Men from the Deep” or something like that. Gross mutated frog men come up from murky waters and rape pretty young coeds to perpetuate the species. (I never did figure out why only male frogs mutated and there weren’t any females.) Either way, as soon as he gunned the boat I was up and on my way. Folsom Lake is actually quite large and by the time we’d gone around about half-way I was pooped. My arms were hurting and I was thirsty. The next time he looked back, I waved and he eased off the throttle. I dropped the rope and sank into the water. I pulled of the ski and waited while came closer. He cut the engine and I swam to the side and tossed the ski up to him. “My arms are tired,” I wailed, “Pick me up!” He again reached down and effortlessly scooped me out of the water and back onto the boat. “Wanna beer?” he offered. “It’s just you and I.” I thought about it for a second. Probably not even that, before I nodded my head. After my time out on the water, that Coors tasted like, like...the best thing I could have ever gotten to drink. I downed it quickly and reached for a Coke. “You can have another beer if you want,” Fred said. “But you won’t get to go out skiing anytime soon if you do, I don’t want to have to explain to your mother if something happened to you.” I nodded again. This time replying, “Thanks. Actually, I think I’m done skiing for the day. I’m tired and my arms are killing me. Did you have to drag me over half this lake?” He smiled and popped the top of his own beer and we toasted, relaxing in the sun and enjoying the feel of the boat as it rocked with the wakes of the different boats. We had stopped in a small cove near the top of the lake that was actually isolated pretty well. Fred stood and stripped off his shirt, revealing his nicely defined pecs and abs. I stared without flinching as the beer dulled my senses a little. In retrospect, about the only sense those beers did dull, was my sense of shame, since my nipples stiffened and my cunt spasmed a little as I looked. He dove in the water and swam to shore and back again a couple of times while I swallowed the last of my second can of beer. “Come on in!” he shouted and I complied, jumping wildly off the side of the boat, aiming my splash in his direction. We frolicked in the water a little and I stayed close to him. (That movie/water/fear thing again.) It was really hot and I didn’t want to get out of the water yet, but I was tired from skiing. “Here, just sit on me,” Fred said, “I can keep the two of us afloat no problem.” So I did. He leaned back and floated pretty much effortlessly with me on top of him. I could feel his penis against my butt cheeks. Pressing lightly as the water lapped at us. The beer finally hit me. My bladder I mean. I had to go. And of course there was no bathroom around. “I’ve gotta go!” I told him rather urgently. “Go here in the lake dummy! Who’s going to know?” he laughed. I blushed. “You will now, you idiot!” I shot back. “You always try and embarrass me.” I added. “Jeez Ti, when are you going to figure it out. Your body is cool. There isn’t anything gross on it, or that even comes from it. It’s all natural. Peeing is a thing that everybody has to do. I swear Lila has fucked you up so bad. Your mother used to be like this to. All panicked about the wrong stuff. Just relax and enjoy life. You’ll have a much better time”, he finished brightly. By now I pretty much didn’t care and swam off of him to the other side of the boat. He followed me and appeared just as I was relaxing my sphincter. “Go away!” I yelled angrily at him. “No!” he shouted back. “I can’t pee with you there,” I said a little quieter, realizing that my voice carried across the water a little too well. “Yes you can, just try.” I couldn’t hold it much longer and finally had to concede. “Fine.” I said sulkily as I relaxed and let my bladder empty in the lake. The water warmed around me and I blushed as he watched my face. “Stop looking at me!” I told him as I continued to empty my overstreched bladder. He just shook his head and tread water while I finished. I swam back around the boat the other way, feeling the water cool as I did. I looked across the expanse of the lake and thought to myself that he was right, who the hell would know that I peed in Folsom Lake on a hot summer day in August of 1980? We ate the sandwiches and he complimented me on my culinary skills. Then jumped back into the water after a safe 15 minute digestive period. We frolicked in the water and I hung onto him most of the time. His hands were all over my body and for a while there wasn’t anything suggestive at all. Just a guy who was messing around with who was soon to be his step- daughter. Then it started. His hands would brush against my breasts and linger a little, feeling the pubescent nipples stiffen in response. Before I could say anything he’d withdraw them and I felt a small sense of loss that grew each time we connected. Finally he floated on the water again with me on top and he cupped both of my breasts in his huge hands and using his fingers, tweakd at the sensitive nubs. They grew harder still and strained through my suit against his teasing digits. It finally dawned on me what was going on and I lurched off of him, dunking him backwards into the water as I did. He let go and I tread water while he sank underneath me. I couldn’t see him and turned about, still treading to keep afloat. Then his hands were on my ankles and I went down, gasping as my mouth filled with water. I struggled with all my might, which wasn’t much against his bulk. He held my leg with one hand and trailed the other up my leg and then to the juncture between my thighs. I fought against him and he allowed me to get to the surface. He changed his grip on me but didn’t let go as I coughed and spluttered, crying now in fear. “I’m not going to let you go Ti,” he soothed. “I was just playing. I forgot you didn’t like to be underwater in the lake.” He pulled me onto his lap and I was vaguely aware of his erection through our suits. “It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmured as I buried my face in his neck sobbing. My fear was ebbing and I wrapped myself around the safety that he offered. Forgetting completely that he had been the threat in the first place. His hands roamed up and down my back as I turned to face him, wrapping my legs around his waist and winding my arms around his neck as he continued to float both of us. He pulled me away slightly, then, placing his hands on my slender hips moved me a bit lower so that my nylon clad nearly teen pussy was in direct contact with his now full erection. Sex is a powerful instinct. So is fear. Combine the two for a small teenager on the verge of discovering her sexuality, in the water with a very large and overpowering man who wasn’t too bad looking and get interesting results. Depending on how you look at it, that is. My pelvis thrust against him of it’s own accord and I felt a jolt of pleasure in my belly. Fred wiped my tears away with one hand and began to leisurely explore my bottom through my swimsuit. The sensuousness of his touch was mesmerizing and I felt like my pussy was turning to hot liquid. My hands played aimlessly with a lock of his hair. Uncomfortable, I shifted position but still hung onto him as if my life depended on it. Actually, I wasn’t so sure it didn’t somehow. I brushed that thought away as his hand boldly groped my breast again. “Ti, oh god, Ti, you make me so hot!” he breathed. “Please touch me Ti, feel what you do to me!” he practically begged. I complied. My hand roamed down his abs and I touched his hard member through the thin trunks. He reached around me in the water and while supporting my full weight with one arm, fondled my rapidly engorging sex. We continued like that for a while until I squirmed away. “I have to pee again”, I stated bluntly as I swam around to the other side of the boat. He didn’t follow me this time and I naughtily relished the warming water around me before swimming to the ladder and hauling myself in. I glanced over to see where Fred had gone and saw him swimming slowly to the shore using a side-crawling motion. I grabbed a Coke to drink this time and waited for him to return. I dozed off for a few minutes in the hot sun and woke when the boat rocked with his bulk as he got in. He looked to me like a tanned Adonis, all hard muscle with water cascading down his body. I wiggled my butt against the seat cushion a little, guiltily trying to banish the ache of sexual tension that had made it’s home between my legs. He stepped toward me and brushed as strand of hair from my face. “You ready to go home?” I nodded. Nothing said about what had happened. He started the boat and offered to let me drive it back to the launching area. I did and he kept his seat in front of the wheel. I sat down in his lap, taking the wheel from him and sliding the throttle forward until we were skimming the waves at a good clip. I could feel his penis, still semi-erect, against my bottom as I lowered the throttle to comply with launching area speed controls. He allowed me to guide us up to the ramp and then went and got the trailer. We spent then next half hour or so wiping down the boat. Occasionally boys would whistle at the sight of my well-endowed figure working on the boat. Fred would grin at me, as if to say, “See? I’m not the only one.” Finally finished we headed home. My suit had dried and I pulled my cut-offs on. I remember grabbing a tape and putting it on. Pink Floyd’s song “Brick in the Wall” part one I think, with the telling lyric, “We don’t need no education”. Fred’s right hand rested on my thigh throughout the entire ride, leaving only to shift the gears. I ached. My body ached from skiing halfway around that damn lake. My nipples ached and my pussy ached, from the stimulation and non-conclusion of his exploration. My throat ached with un-shed tears. My head ached from too much alcohol and not enough water to drink. My mind ached as it whirled around, trying to process the events of the day. And finally, my heart ached. He wasn’t going to marry my mother. He didn’t love her like that. I was sure he didn’t love me either. It wasn’t a question of that really. Just knowing that he would mess with me like that. I knew somehow that although she might think that it was an exclusive relationship they had, that wasn’t what he thought at all. His hand caressed my hot skin. “What are you thinking?” he asked. I could have said something. Anything. Talked about what had gone one. What he had done. How scared I had been. (Still was.) Asked if he really loved my mother. “Nothing”, I said. “Nothing at all.” -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----