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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
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Copyright 1999 Art_aDeux@AOL.com (Sasha)
Educating Kristianna
(Stealing a Title)
I went to bed that hot August night in 1980 and slept with the kind of abandon
that overtakes you when you’re physically, mentally, and emotionally
exhausted. If I dreamed anything at all, I don’t remember it. What I do
remember is how hot it was the next week. And the fact that the neighbors had
something go wrong with their pool so that I couldn’t use it to cool off in.
My mother worked to meet her deadlines and Fred went back to his lots. I read
all of the Stephen King and Dean Koontz novels I could get my hands on and
discovered a little known writer at the time who wrote stories that would make
(and I read in an interview years later, did make) Stephen King’s skin crawl.
I stayed pretty much in the house and only went out to go next door when Kat
would get home from summer day camp. I watched a lot of satellite television
and poked around the house a little.
My expeditions into my mother and her boyfriend’s private things was
interesting. In the nightstand I discovered under some papers a dildo. I
looked at it in fascination and picked it up. It was a funny pinkish color
that passed for fleshtone on Barbies. Except this was a dick. Well, a rubber
or maybe plastic thing that was shaped like a dick. I wondered absently what
it was used for, then blushingly put it back real quick when it dawned on me,
“Duh! It’s been in your mother’s....eeeuuuuwww.” Wiping my hands on my
shorts to rid them of my willies, I poked into the drawer again, this time
being careful not to touch anything. Flavored massage oil, feathers, condoms,
another small instrument, also flesh-toned. But about the size in width of an
index finger. “I wonder what that’s all about,” I mused as I saw an
electrical cord protruding from it with a switch. I carefully plugged it into
the outlet by the bed and flicked turned it on. It buzzed and kind of
squirmed around. “Weird,” I pronounced and carefully tucked everything back
the way it had been.
The next day I foraged around in the video selection, looking for the one that
Fred had shown me before. Not finding it, I went back to their room and
looked in the closet. Back behind his old racquet ball stuff I found a whole
box of tapes. I carefully noted the position of the box and then pulled it
out and took it to the living room. I looked at the tapes. Most of them
didn’t have any labels on them. I decided just to start at one end, looking
at one tape at a time and then putting it back. The first few were what I now
know as ‘amateur’ porn. Grainy shots of people fucking in various positions.
Rewound back to the spot where it’d been, they went quickly back into the box
in the order they came out. Marilyn Chamber’s now classic “Behind the Green
Door” was already cued at the beginning so I just let it play. It was
interesting. But more of a curiosity really. When I saw her though, I
thought back to that day with Fred, making me jerk him off. My hand strayed
to my crotch and I pressed against myself, quickly drawing it away again when
I remembered that I had promised God not to touch myself and that I was
thinking about Fred instead of getting off to the video even. I passed over
some obvious titles. The very first “Debbie Does...” video, everyone knew
that one, heck, I’d watched bits of that at Chris’s house. (His brother was a
porn freak.) The next one that I found was “The Devil in Miss Jones”. I
watched this one enthralled and hot as hell. Pun definitely intended there.
When it was finished I thought maybe I should go put the tapes back and I
might just get by with getting myself off just once. As long as I thought
about the dirty video and not someone else.
I put it back and reached for the last tape in the box. It was another home
job. Grainy with poor lighting. Something caught my eye. There was a
familiarity to the scene. “Oh God!” I breathed as the brunette, bobbing her
head up and down the cock of the well muscled man on the bed turned toward the
camera and impaled herself on his rod. “It’s Mom.” I was so stunned. The
tape ran for a couple of minutes before I could think to turn it off. Then I
was so flustered I couldn’t remember where the tape had been cued. “Fuck!” I
muttered as I rewound it to where I thought it had been. “That’s not it
either,” I said to myself, “Shit!” There was nothing to do and now I was in a
spot. I heard a car pull into the driveway. My heart slammed into my ribs as
I heard the familiar rumble of the ‘78 ‘vette before Fred turned it off. I
grabbed the box and ran my ass to the back bedroom. I fumbled quickly and
remembered where the box had been. I placed it behind the racquets and duffel
bag and dashed to my own bedroom. I could pretend to be asleep. Or reading.
Anything other than what I was doing. My heart sank. I’d left the TV and the
VCR on. A no-no when I wasn’t actually watching it. I veered off to the
bathroom as the key in the lock turned and the door opened. “Ti?” Fred
called, “Where are you?” I sat on the toilet. Fully clothed. “In the
bathroom!” I yelled back as I listened to him walk past the bathroom down the
hall to the master bedroom. “Please don’t let him find anything wrong.
Please don’t let him find anything wrong. Oh please, no wrong. Oh please, oh
please, oh please!” I whispered frantically. I could hear him rummaging
around in the closet and my heart sunk further into my stomach. “I’m going to
the club to work out, you want to come and play a few games with me Ti?” If I
could have flushed myself down the pot and into the ocean at that point, I
would have, but no such option was available. My mind whispered a litany,
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck , oh FUCK!” I straightened my spine.
“Sure!” I chirped brightly. “I’m already dressed, just let me finish up here
and I’ll get my racquet.” I stood. My knees felt like Jell-O. I splashed
some water on my face and nearly threw up when Fred called out, “Don’t forget
to flush the toilet!”
I batted the ball around in the court and played a little hangman by myself
while I waited for Fred to finish his routine. He came down about forty-five
minutes and we settled into a good game of racquet ball. We worked on my
serve and I shot my first ace ever past his right side. I think I glowed. He
was the number 4 ranked man in the state. The set went well and he threw me
enough games to keep me coming back for more. I learned each time though and
when we were finished we went to the juice bar to relax. Chatting about
nothing in particular.
The drive home was hot and the t-top was off. He’d just put a nitrous set-up
in the ‘vette and he asked if I wanted to test it out. “Shit yeah!” I nearly
yelled, then realizing I was with an adult, tried to cover. “I mean, shoot
yeah.” He just grinned and he drove out on Hwy. 50 and Bradshaw Road. A nice
straight-away near there right past what used to be AreoJet. He took off from
a dead stop and I pushed the button when he told me. It was like being shot
out of a rocket I guess. The trees whipped by and I couldn’t even hear the
radio anymore. My head was glued to the seat behind me and when I looked at
the speedometer, it was off the mark. Pegged and wouldn’t go beyond. The
adrenaline rush was horrific and completely addicting. Speed. We cruised
home at about 60 and I got the typical lecture not to tell my mother what we’d
done. I just grinned. I was hooked.
The next day my mother went to San Diego for a sales blitz that would last the
whole week. She promised to call and Fred told her not to worry. He’d take a
few days off and we’d just knock around town, maybe go boating and such. He
went to work that day and thankfully the neighbor’s pool was up and running
again. Kat’s brother Jimmy was home and his parents okayed him to watch over
me if I wanted to swim. I did and wore my white bikini, hoping to catch his
eye. No such luck. He just told me to bug off. When Fred came home, I was
already in bed and he just peeked his head inside my door to check on me. I
guiltily jerked my hand from my panties and mumbled that I was fine. The door
shut and I quickly worked myself to climax, muffling my moans of pleasure in
my pillow.
We went boating the next day and I wore my bikini instead of my black suit
with the zipper. I made sure I was already into it before we left the house.
The routine was easy and we were quickly out on the boat cruising the lake.
My long brunette hair whipping in the wind and my tanned legs with big breasts
got me lots of attention from the teens and older men on the lake. I basked
in it and Fred just laughed at me. We stopped to eat and swim in a secluded
alcove at the lower end of the lake this time. I made sure I grabbed a Coke
to drink with my sandwich, but was quickly undone when Fred pulled out a pipe
and asked me if I minded if he got high. I shook my head then added, “as long
as you’ll let me have some.” He nodded and packed the bowl, lighting it and
drawing on it before handing it to me. I inhaled deeply to keep the embers
lit without having to re-light it and make the smoke any hotter. It tickled
my lungs and I exhaled a little shakily, trying to stave off a coughing fit.
The second hit off the pipe finished me and I exhaled hard, coughing as my
lungs tried to rid themselves of the smoke. I grinned at him when he suffered
the same fate on his third hit and offered to pat him on the back.
“Really? You think that’s funny?” he said as he grabbed me and held me over
the water. I screamed in mock terror and he threw me in. He jumped in after
me and we frolicked in the water together. He wasn’t careful where he touched
this time and his hands seemed to be everywhere. My body glowed from the
combination of sun, pot, and sexual stimulation. He decided he wanted to ski
and so I got in the boat and threw him his vest, ski and the rope. I took him
for a couple of turns around the lower part of the lake before he signaled me
to stop. I eased off the throttle and as I turned the boat, watched him drop
the rope and sink into the water. I circled around closer and cut the motor.
On my way back to jump into the lake and cool off, I brought in the tow line
and looped it over it’s hook. Once in the water, I swam the short distance to
Fred and grabbed the ski. Together we swam back to the boat and he threw the
ski in. “I bet I can sink you even with your vest on!” I said as I moved
closer. “Try it,” Fred said. “Here, let me help you!” He took hold of my
waist and lifted me above him nearly and placed me on his shoulders with me
facing him. His face was planted firmly in my crotch as he sunk below the
surface. I scrambled off of him as I felt his teeth grip my suit and pull.
“Stop that, you nasty man!” I said as I slapped at him half-heartedly. It had
felt good.
We lounged for a bit and I floated until I was almost asleep. I started when
my head sank and I got water up my nose. He just laughed and pulled me to
him. “The vest will float us both,” he said as he put his hands on my stomach
just under my breasts. I relaxed and just drifted. His hands strayed across
my belly, making patterns in the water. Up and down, then across the
underside of my breasts. Then both of his hands were cupping my breasts and I
felt the familiar tightness build in my pussy. First he just massaged them,
then he palmed the stiff nipples. I could feel his erection beginning to
press into my lower back. He rubbed the nipples again, this time with his
thumbs before slipping his big hands up the bottom of the bikini top and
rolling the swollen nubs between his thumbs and forefingers. The ache grew
more persistent and was joined by another. I’d avoided the beer, but the Coke
I had drank now wanted to leave. My breasts felt so good as he pinched all
around the aureoles and massaged the sensitive flesh. I squirmed. I didn’t
want him to stop. But I had to go.
“I have to go,” I abruptly announced, breaking the spell. “It’s okay Ti,”
just stay here for a while he murmured in that strange voice. “I can’t, I
have to go. You know, go?” I asked with emphasis. His right hand now left
my breast and I felt a small stab of loss, that was quickly replaced by a
combination of fear and desire as he moved lower to cup my pussy through my
suit. He squeezed my mont and I sighed. The need to pee moved to the back
ground as he alternately pressed against my cunt, squeezed the lips, and
trailed his fingers along the slit, grazing my swollen clit in the process.
Fred continued to work on my left breast as we floated in the lake. His cock
was rock hard now against my buttocks and I actually rubbed back against him.
The need to piss predictably reappeared and I again told him I had to go.
“Just do it here, I don’t care,” he said. I demurred as he now worked a
finger around my clit through my bikini bottom. The pressure was delicious
and excruciating at the same time. We had been laying out in the water just
floating but now he sat up with me cradled in his lap. With his hand between
my spread legs, still cupping my aching pussy, he told me again to pee. I
wriggled against his hand and his dick that was now poking into my ass more
furiously. “Pee Ti,” he crudely rhymed. I couldn’t hold it much longer. He
mercilessly harried my left nipple and I moaned now. At the sound his cock
jumped against my backside. I pressed down onto him and he rubbed my pussy
more firmly. He comically rooted for me with a mock cheer. “Give me a ‘P’,
give me an ‘e’, and another ‘e’. Give me a ‘T’, give me an ‘I’, what’s that
spell? ‘Pee Ti, pee Ti’!” The cheer turned, “Or is that ‘pity’? Should I
‘pity’ poor Ti?”
I got mad. “You deserve this!” I snarled furiously as I concentrated on
letting my sphincter relax, thinking that if he didn’t take his hand away,
lake or no, he was going to get my piss on him. Relief washed over me and I
did let go. He didn’t take his hand away but continued to cup my nylon clad
pussy as the water warmed first me, then his hand, then shooting lower as the
stream took over and got stronger, warming the minimal space between my bottom
and his hard penis. I sighed in pleasure at the release and he continued to
massage my cunt. Finally I was empty and very red faced. We floated back
into a prone position and the warmth of my piss slowly left. He traded hands
then, his right hand slipping under my top and pinching my right breast and
nipple to renewed sexual pleasure while his left slid under the elastic of my
suit and touched my hairless slit. Even with being in the water, my little
cunt was slick with my own excretions and he immediately began to finger my
clitty. The stimulation of his fingers and the naughtiness of having just
basically peed on him converged and my slim hips bucked against his hand. I
alternately ground my pussy into his hand, then drove my backside against his
cock as I sought and found release with his expert assistance. Just as I
started to cumm on his fingers he pressed and rubbed his cock between my
buttocks and I felt it twitch in rhythm with my own orgasm.
I heaved a deep sigh of relief as the tension finally left my loins. Fred let
me go and I swam quickly to the boat and hopped in. I looked over and watched
shamefacedly as he fluffed his trunks in the water and several globs of cumm
floated to the surface, then sank slowly down again. He climbed into the boat
and slid the vest off. I huddled in the furthest spot from him on a seat
cushion, shivering despite the warmth of the summer day. “Awww Ti, don’t be
like that,” he said as he came and sat across from me. Tears stood in my eyes
as I looked back at him. “Didn’t you have a good time?” he asked. I nodded
doubtfully. “Didn’t it feel good?” I nodded less doubtfully this time. “You
came didn’t you Ti? I liked how it felt when you pushed your pretty butt back
onto me, I didn’t mean to, but I came too Ti. Does that bother you?” I
thought about it. In a way I felt powerful. Here was this good looking older
man and he got turned on by me. That wasn’t so bad. Was it? He was holding
out his arms to me and I jumped into his lap, straddling him, meaningfully
pressing my pubescent pussy against his crotch. I kissed his cheek and
smiled. “No, it didn’t really bother me I guess,” I finally replied.
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