Message-ID: <19858eli$9902110938@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: ArtaDeux@aol.com Subject: {NEW}Kristianna Becomes Belinda<*>(14/?)(Mf,teen,pub mast,c/s) 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: <90e6aa7d.36c21d8b@aol.com> Kristianna 14 Stockton Do it Belinda Style There was a man that I saw fairly frequently at the pool. A young executive who tended to take his summer afternoons away from the office, dictating notes into a small tape recorder while soaking up the rays. Ryan was about six foot with barely thinning dirty blond hair. He worked out nearly everyday in the complex's gym and was trim with just a nice hint of definition. His green eyes often followed my voluptuous form as I dove into the pool and swam laps. Sometimes, when I would roll over from my stomach to my back in order to keep my lines even, I'd catch him looking intently at me. Usually his eyes would drop guiltily to the note pad that habitually occupied his lap. He'd lick his lips and turn a page, and I wondered if he didn't have a raging hard-on. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to find out about Ryan. How do you do that? Ask him. So, I worked up the nerve and the next time I saw him go to the pool, I followed. I took the chair closest to him and taking a deep breath, began. "Hi, Ryan is it? How are you today?" "Lame!" my brain screamed. But how else do adults make conversation, you've got to start somewhere. My stomach lurched a little as I waited for a response. "Great," he replied, looking a little stunned that I would talk to him. "Where's your mom today?" "Uhh, she's at work, as usual," I said, thinking this was the last line of conversation I wanted to pursue if I was going to get what I wanted out of this guy. "What was your name again?" he questioned. "Kristianna, but you can call me Kris if you'd like," I replied, "Would you mind getting my back?" I said, handing him my sunscreen. He took the bottle and I rolled over onto my stomach and undid the strings that held my top. He inhaled a little sharply, then leaned over and began to work the lotion across my back. There weren't any other tenants at the pool so I spread my legs a little and asked innocently if he wouldn't mind getting the backs of my thighs as well since I'd already untied my bikini. My pussy was already throbbing and soaking wet as his hands massaged my legs. We kept up the banter while he touched me. I managed to bring up age and discovered that he was twenty-eight. He tried to guess my age and wound up figuring seventeen. I pushed it a little. "Close Ryan! I just turned eighteen in March, that makes me legal to vote, buy cigarettes, and have sex!" I leaned on the backs of my hands a little, giving him a better look at my nearly naked breasts. He swallowed a little hard and I boldly looked down his body to the partial erection that was beginning to tent his swim trunks. He cleared his throat a little and declared that he didn't believe me. "Okay, fine, don't believe me. I'm an adult as far as the law is concerned. It's just that my braces make me look younger. I'm getting them off next week anyway," I said, kinda poking fun at the whole situation. We chatted a little more about what he did and I made up my 'college schedule' to see if it met with an up and coming executive's approval. We made some minor changes, since French is always useful in Europe on business. I asked if he had a girlfriend and he said no. Next thing I knew the whole story of his last failed relationship came tumbling out. She left him because she said he had weird sexual habits. This piqued my curiosity. I mean, I wasn't by any stretch of the means a 'woman of the world', but I considered myself to be a little open minded, in view of some of my prior experiences and my current reading selections. What could be so odd that a woman would leave a good looking guy like Ryan? He declined to state, but invited me tentatively to dinner the next week, on my solemn promise that I was indeed eighteen. I agreed and chose a day that I knew my mother wasn't going to be around. I jumped up quickly, thinking to go for a quick dip, but forgot my top was not attached. My full breasts, nipples standing hard at attention, bobbed in front of his face before I grabbed my top and flung myself in the water. When I came up for air with my top tied haphazardly and swam to the side Ryan was apparently rushing to leave. "Hey!", I called, "Where are you going in such a hurry?" "I forgot about an appointment," Ryan stammered, I'll see you Tuesday at six, my place?" "Sure," I said, trying to conceal my disappointment. We said good-bye and he made for the gate with his towel bunched oddly at his crotch. He fumbled with the key and ended up dropping the towel and his ever present note pad. When he bent to pick them up, I caught a glimpse of the soaked front of his swim trunks. He hadn't even been in the water once. He waved one more time as my hand stole to my cunt and I imagined him cumming uncontrollably in his pants from just looking at me. I continued to finger myself in the pool as an elderly man walked through the gate and put his stuff down. As he prepared to get into the water my orgasm bloomed. I turned quickly and dove towards the deep end as my pussy continued to spasm. My braces came off Monday. The feeling of my tongue running over my newly smooth teeth was exotic, erotic and just plain great. If I'd been a man, I would have walked around with an erection from the feelings it produced. As it was, I was wet. The combination of smoothness in my mouth and the fact that I was going to have dinner and possibly something more with Ryan the next night kept my panties dripping. When I got into bed that night, I slid my middle fingers in my mouth and sucked experimentally, enjoying the feel of my lips sliding against my teeth as I sucked. I continued that motion, experimenting with the newfound space in my mouth and imagined myself sucking a thick hard cock with a large head. My other hand slid down to my pussy and delivered the release I'd been needing all day. I came quickly, my lips and pussy engulfing my fingers as I thrust and sucked, moaning my pleasure. Tuesday was spent trying on different outfits and experimenting with makeup. My face had changed subtly without the braces. I didn't look like I was holding my breath anymore or eating something when I closed my mouth. Rather, a pretty girl with a slight pout, stared at me from the mirror. I settled on a white sleeveless mini- dress that emphasized my long legs and pretty tan. I went braless but wore a pair of lace 'line-free' panties. My hair I left loose and straight while I opted for just a touch of eyeliner and some pale lipstick. In an attempt to appear just a shade older, I grabbed my mom's glasses and off I went. Ryan answered the door wearing khaki chinos and an Izod shirt in blue. He looked great. The dining table was already set and he asked if I was hungry. I nodded and sat while he poured the wine. "I know you're not quite old enough to drink, but I figured you wouldn't tell on me, right?" Ryan asked as the ruby colored wine filled my glass. "Well, I think it'll be okay," I hedged with a smile, "My mother has been serving wine with dinner since I was thirteen and hasn't denied me yet," I finished truthfully. "Do you like reds or whites?" he queried. "I confess to being stuck on Cabernet Sav's right now. I'm at my mother's mercy as far as what she brings home, but we went wine tasting a couple of months ago and that's really what caught my attention," I sat back with the glass and inhaled lightly with my lips parted a little to enhance the olfactory senses. If there was one thing that would make me seem older, it was my knowledge of wines. I smiled a little over the rim of the glass, watching Ryan as he went back to the kitchen and brought out the last of the dishes. The wine was a rather new vintage with a sharp oak finish that would mellow nicely with a few more years. He raised his eyes as I sipped appreciatively. "It's nice," I said in answer to his unspoken inquiry, "A little young, but still very enjoyable. The finish will relax in a few years. You should consider buying a few more bottles and storing them." His laughter filled the dining room and he raised his glass in a toast. "To my newfound barely legal wine expert!" he cheered, "Either you followed me to the wine shop and overheard the merchant tell me about this, or you really know your stuff. Since I didn't spy you hiding among the bottles, I'll have to assume it's the latter." The meal was delicious. He had roasted a rack of lamb in a rosemary marinade that was so tender the meat nearly melted in my mouth. The young wine perfectly complimented the dish that was offset with lightly grilled vegetables and herbed rice. For desert he had hand dipped strawberries in Ghiradelli chocolate. Actually, the meal was magnificent. I remember every sumptuous detail. It was quite a show for a young girl of fifteen and even if I had been the eighteen years I was trying to pass myself off as, it still would have been dazzling. He'd pulled out all the stops. Full tilt seduction, starting with food and wine. We retired to the living room that overlooked the pool and the man-made lake behind it. The view was lovely as we stood listening to jazz. He brushed gently against me in time to the music and I relaxed against his masculine form. We swayed there, man and girl, for some time, enjoying the tension. When I finally moved forward and turned the blinds just a little, to blunt the view of passersby into the room, he reached out, turning me to face him and pulled me close. The smell of wine on his breath mingled sweetly with the chocolate and strawberries. Neither one of us had had overmuch to drink, but that moment before our lips met for the first time seemed to stretch out endlessly as my mind whirled with sensation. His hands, one at my waist the other sliding up beneath the cascade of my hair as we inhaled each other's scent, shifted a little restlessly. When his lips descended on my slightly parted ones, it was like a romance novel had sprung to life in my secluded little world. The pressure of his lips urged mine open and when our tongues met, my knees buckled with the heat. We sank to the rug, kissing passionately, deeply. I straddled him as he propped himself against the couch and we continued exploring each other's mouths. Kissing without braces on was amazing. No worries about injuring my partner. My panties were soaked now and my juices were starting to escape, making the insides of my thighs wet. His hands roamed just a little until I guided them to my taut breasts. "Oh God," Ryan sighed against my mouth, "Your breasts are so beautiful. That day at the pool..." he trailed off. "You ran off!" I accused while shifting to unbuckle his belt and work his zipper down. "I couldn't stay, I was too turned on by you," he said a little miserably. My hands caressed his chest and lower, grazing his now hard dick that was outlined in the navy fashion underwear. He groaned at my touch and our mouths melded together in another wet kiss. I knew I was probably wetting his slacks with my excitement and figured I should excuse myself to the restroom. I got up and he held my hand still. "Where are you going?" he asked a little plaintively, "Have I done something to offend you?" "No!," I replied, a little startled, "I was just headed to the ladies room for a moment, if you don't mind?" "Not at all," he said, obviously relieved. A naughty idea crossed my mind and I immediately followed it, reaching up the skirt of my dress and hooking my thumbs in my panties, I slid them from my body. Ryan's eyes nearly fell out of his head as he glimpsed the brown hairs that fringed my pussy. I squatted down with the white panties spanning the gap between my fingers and showed them to him. "In case you're wondering, I intend on making love to you tonight," I said in my best seductive voice, "Unless you have some other plans?" "N-n-noo," Ryan stuttered, his cock jumping appreciatively. "I'll be right back," I said over my shoulder, sashaying my ass just a little for effect. I quickly relieved my bladder and used a few tissues, moistened with water and a little soap to cleanse the area. I looked at myself in the mirror and noted with pride that my breasts, although large, were firm and high, with the nipples sticking out hard and excited. I rubbed them just a little and enjoyed the tug of sensation that jolted my cunt. I quietly unlocked the door and made my way back down the hallway to the living room where I stood in shock. There was Ryan, seated on the floor still, but with his slacks and underwear to his knees, sliding my panties up and down the length of his cock, then bringing them to his face and inhaling my fragrance. I gasped as the desire slammed into me. He jumped and looked to me guiltily. "I'm sorry! Oh God, I'm so sorry Kris!" he choked out as he struggled to pull his slacks up while still holding my lacy panties. I moved quickly to him and dropped to my knees. My hands grabbed his and my mouth opened on his lips before he could say anything more. I took my panties, wet now with his pre-cum and my juices, from his hand and wrapped them around his dick again. His hips thrust up at the feel of the nylon against his member and he moaned into my mouth as we continued our kiss unbroken. I knew what I had to do, I knew what he wanted. What he craved. I worked my dress over my hips and, still kissing him, straddled his pelvis and sank down on his cock. My wet pussy quickly enveloped his seven inches and contracted around the base as I rocked just a little. I pulled my mouth from his and rotated my pubis against him. "I have something I need to tell you Ryan," I said softly. His hands worked the zipper of my dress, sliding it down and caressing my back as the flesh was revealed. He pulled me close and our lips met in another long kiss, tongues melding together, mimicking the rhythm of our hips. "I'm not really what I pretended to be, Ryan. I'm not eighteen," I whispered. His cock pulsed hard inside me as he drew back, pulling my dress down to reveal my full teenage breasts. He nodded as his hands slid the dress down to bunch at my waist then moved to cup my tits and tease at the nipples. "How old?" he managed. "I don't want this to end now," I hesitated, hedging a little, just in case I was wrong. "How old?" he asked a little more forcefully. "Fifteen," I stated bluntly. Finally. His hips bucked a little against mine as he continued to roll my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I ground down as he leaned forward and took one into his mouth, nursing at it first, then biting a little onto the brown nub. "Please!" I moaned, the ache of pleasure beginning to turn to pain as it prolonged. "Fifteen," he repeated, then grabbing hold of my body, Ryan shifted and rolled me beneath him. "Kris, you're only fifteen?," he questioned as his hips began to work his cock deep into my gently spasming cunt. He pulled out and teased at my opening with the head of his penis and I nearly went insane. My head thrashed and I began begging. "Fuck me, please Ryan. Give me your cock deep into my pussy, please fuck me!" I moaned, driving my hips up against him. He allowed me to continue but refused to do anymore. I begged, then pleaded, needing release from the pain. When that didn't work I moved to blackmail and name calling. "You knew I was underage you asshole!" I accused. "You wanted me, you wanted to suck and fuck a teenager. It makes you hotter than hell to have a little fifteen year old girl underneath you, begging for your cock, doesn't it?" His hips twitched and his cock pulsed hard and he relented, sobbing as he buried his face in my hair and his dick in my pussy. My pelvis raised to meet his thrusts and I felt my orgasm burst on me, exploding upwards from my clitoris into my womb and further, spreading heat up my torso to my tingling nipples. I scissored my legs around his waist and he lifted his head to kiss me. I was startled to see tears sliding from his eyes as he pushed harder into me, his dick swelling. Jolt after jolt of pure pleasure washed over me as he rammed into me faster and harder. I watched the emotions flit across his face. Unadulterated pleasure at the physical sensation of fucking my nubile body, shame for desiring a fifteen year old girl sexually, guilt because he'd known about it before I'd told him. He threw his head back and yelled as he came, pumping and squirting, deep into my pussy. I closed my eyes and arched my back as another orgasm roared through my body. The power I felt as I lay on my back, legs spread, with a man thirteen years my senior sobbing in ecstacy as he slid his jerking cock in and out of my hot cunny was incredible. I stared into his watering green eyes and kissed him deeply, enjoying the haunted look of pleasure I created. I willed him to continue looking at me, watching me as his still hard dick filled my underage cunt. He broke the kiss and tried to look away but I held his face tenderly. "Don't look away Ryan," I said softly, "This is what you wanted. What I wanted." "You're too young," he protested. "I don't think so. I've done more than you know, and less than I've wanted to. I need you Ryan, just as much as you need me," I moved my hips against his for emphasis. Despite our recent mutual release, the emotions of the occasion converged with the sexuality and we began to move together again. I touched his face and ran my fingers through his hair as he pumped his hips hard against me. The feeling was incredible after my few months of abstinence and I felt another orgasm building. My fingers traced his lips and he took them into his mouth, sucking on them as he worked his cock deeper into me. I was lost in the incredible sensation and we exploded together, pumping and straining against each other's body until we collapsed. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----