Message-ID: <19747eli$9902070428@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: {NEW}Kristianna's Education II(7/?)(Mf,young,mast) 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: <5b7d6f13.36bcd133@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) Educating Kristianna Part Two I lay on my bed with my legs spread wide. My hands roamed my nearly teenaged body, stopping first to toy with my tight nipples, then roaming lower to the wet juncture between my thighs. I worked my index finger rapidly over my clitoris as I thought of the things Fred had done to me at the lake the week before. I used my left hand to work at my nipples and quickly reached my climax, imagining Fred's cock between my cheeks squirting cumm against my backside. The prayers and promises were gone. There wasn't any salvation to be had, so I might as well sit back and enjoy the ride as much as possible. I had stopped seeing my little boyfriend after he took me to a friends house and tried to fuck me in front of all his friends. That left me with exactly nobody to hang with. Kat was a bore and the only reason I would hang with her was to see her brother who didn't see me. Once school started, I was in better shape. At least on some accounts. I was back in private school with people I'd grown up with. I dated boys and played kissing games but that was all. The rest of my exploration was left to myself and Fred. My health, bordering on fragile at best floundered finally. I spent more time home sick than I did at school. My attitude deteriorated as well. Mom couldn't figure what was wrong with me, and I couldn't bring myself to tell her. What was I going to say? "Hey Mom, I think your boyfriend may have gotten me pregnant while jacking off on my pussy"? (I should explain that. I had gotten my first period on my twelfth birthday. I know, some present. But it had always been a little irregular. Complicated I'm sure by my health issues and the stress of various situations. Notwithstanding the current sexually charged and very taboo relationship I had with my soon to be stepfather. Anyway, after Fred had been messing with me for a while, he took to getting off on my pussy. So, when I didn't get my period for a couple of months, well, you can see where my mind went.) We played many 'games' during those months before I was shipped back to Lila's house. Fred enjoyed taking showers with me. I would play bath maid and soap his hard body, eventually centering my attentions on his dick. At first, he guided my hands in that activity, but later, after I had gained some skill, he let me do my own thing as I stroked him to orgasm. Occasionally he would fondle my wet breasts, making me hotter and wetter than the shower could do anything about. After our shower time, he would usually head out to the living room to watch movies. Naked of course. I was given the 'option' of being clothed or naked, but his preference was naked and I didn't really want to find out what would happen if I didn't go along with his wishes. I was still afraid that I would do something to get my sorry ass sent back to my great-grandmother's house. While he was at home, and my mother was not, I was open season. I didn't mind for the most part. I did my chores, made lunch, whatever. He might stop by the house for lunch and while there touch my bottom or fondle my breasts. Then, like it was nothing to him at all, he'd return to work, leaving me in a state of sexual agitation. More often than not, I'd rush to my bedroom after he left and masturbate furiously. Thinking all the while of the things he did to me. Wondering what it would be like to have him put his face between my legs and lick my slit like in the pornos. Sometimes he brought me gifts. A teddy bear here, a flower there. I loved to read, which thrilled him. I soon was the recipient of some very interesting books. The books were paperback and obviously printed poorly. The titles ranged from, "My Step-Mother, My Lover", to more dangerous ground, like "Daddy Dearest". Almost all of the little books centered around the theme of incest. They were loaners only, and I had to give them back to him with a type of book report. He wanted to know if it made me horny. "Did you like the idea of a brother and sister fucking each other Ti?" he would ask as he rubbed my nipples. "Did you get hot over the idea of your 'daddy' (Him) fucking around with you? Making you cumm?" Fred would ask as he positioned me on his lap to watch a movie in the afternoon. As he caressed my slick pubescent pussy he'd inquire, "Did you play with your pussy when you read the books?" My insides were liquid as he brought my hands up and encouraged me to pinch and roll my nipples between my fingers while his hands spread my thighs. As my secretions lathered my entire crack, his dick would rest between my cheeks with the head pressing intimately at the bud of my asshole. The sensations were amazing and coupled with the slight penetration of my pussy with his finger (just to my virgin barrier) and the stimulation of his hand on my clit, I'd cumm. "Oh yes Daddy, I got myself off thinking about what you do to me," I'd cry as the orgasm wracked my body and he ejaculated against my pulsing anus. One of the stories was torturous. And exquisite. I remember reading it over and over again as I masturbated to orgasm each time. It was about a father/daughter/son menage a tois. The story unfolded on what was apparently an already existing sexual relationship between father and daughter when the son walked in to find them engaged in the sex act. My heart would jump and my crotch would flood with desire as the barely teen boy drew closer while he stroked his hardening cock through his pants. By the time the fictional (?) character had taken his clothes off and poised his stiff, thin, long cock at his sister's asshole I was usually working my index finger over my engorged clitoris, imagining myself in her position. (Impaled on my 'father's' cock as he lubricated my tight ass with vaseline, then guiding his son's dick to it and pulling on the boy's hips as they worked to fill both my holes at the same time.) My nipples stood out like bullets and my hips bucked off the mattress as the book fell from my grasp and I came screaming soundlessly while my hand ground down on my pussy and the other just barely touched my sensitive butthole. Fred grew more bold as the months wore on and soon I wasn't safe even if my mother was home. Their relationship was deteriorating, but not the sex. Every night I listened to him fuck her. The bed creaked and his grunts of pleasure were unmistakable to my ears. Mom was quiet as hell and I sometimes wondered if she enjoyed his attentions at all. Whatever was going on, it wasn't enough for him, and as soon as her back was turned, his hands were all over me. Usually Mom was out in the yard, or maybe taking a shower. While she was occupied, he could do just about whatever he wanted. His favorite was to catch me in the kitchen while I was cooking something. He would pin me against the counter with his cock pushing into the small of my back. Using his weight to keep me in place, he used his hands to play with my tits and sometimes stuck his fingers to my mouth, sliding them in and out as I sucked at them while he pumped against me, usually cumming in his pants. If there was enough time, he'd finger me off too if my clothing wasn't too restrictive. Once, I came out to breakfast in just my nightshirt and panties. As soon as she went to shower, he had me up on the counter, legs spread, with him in between. He licked and sucked down my neck while his hands stroked the inside of my thighs, then invaded my panties. I'd been playing with myself just as the alarm in my room went off and I'd had to get up, so my pussy was dripping. He used it to his advantage and while sucking at my nipples, fingered me to orgasm with one hand, while with the other, jacking off. His cumm splattered against my legs and some dripped onto the floor. I jumped down and began to clean it up while watching him lick my juices from his fingers, just as my mother re-entered the room. He turned and kissed her, dipping her low, while winking at me. My heart lurched and my stomach followed. It wasn't that I cared about him, but I wondered what kind of man could kiss a woman like that, right after he got himself off with her twelve year old daughter. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----