____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o My First Penis (m/f, pedo) By Anon NIXPIX Author * Doesn't the word penis sound just yummy? I hear people use the word cock, and dick, and tool and fuck stick and shlong, but penis makes me feel yummy. Like I have to kneel in front of the penis and worship it. It's so strange that boys have their sex on the outside of their bodies, not all neat and tucked away like us girls. Can you imagine having something between your legs swaying back and forth as you walk. Not to mention (but I will mention, won't I?) that soft sack of balls dangling underneath. Penis' are so yummy no matter what size they are, even though its much easier to get one in my rosebud if its not too big. I haven't met a giant penis yet, but I'm sure it would be interesting to hold one with two hands and still not get all of it. I don't think I want a really big penis to fuck me though, it would probably hurt my poor little puss, and none of you would want to do that to me, would you? My friends and I always talked about penis'. Especially when we had slumber parties and got really rowdy. We dared each other to check out the boys' dicks in the locker room. Nobody had the nerve to sneak in. We used to practice on substitutes, you know, cucumbers and bananas. I made love to a banana once and oh did I get juicy. We were fooling around and trading dares, when Beth sneaked into the kitchen and returned with a nice ripe banana. Beth sauntered around the room, slowly stripping the skin off the banana. When it was clean she got in my face and dared me to show everybody how to suck. Well.. I did have a reputation for blowing my dates, you remember, I only lost my cherry to Coach recently. I gently slid the banana past my nose, caressing my cheek with its soft yet firm texture. I brought my tongue out and tentatively licked the tip. Slowly I opened my mouth spreading wide my jaws and with both hands slowly pushed the banana past my teeth. I moaned as I slid the first quarter in me trying to appear as lewd as possible. The room got very quiet as I pushed and pulled the banana in my mouth. I started groaning, trying to imagine this was a boys nice warm penis I was licking. Oh! Such a nice warm penis, all hot and ready to serve me my gift of cream. I was really getting carried away and I think I forgot all about my friends for a minute. With one hand I pulled my babydoll nighty up and yanked my white cotton panties down, exposing my whispy blond puss. I pulled the banana from my mouth and with one hand spread my puss lips just a little. With my other hand I carefully guided the tip into my puss , slowly going in and out a fraction of an inch at a time so as not to break the banana, I began to fuck myself. I had forgotten the other girls as I stood there frigging my puss. I couldn't stand on my feet anymore. I dropped to my knees and leaned back on my thighs. I spread my knees and with both hands brought the banana back to my puss, sliding it up and down my now very gooy lips. Oh! I could feel the soft fruit rub my little clit. I had to masturbate to a nice yummy climax and I didn't care who saw. As I became more aggressive with my love fruit it started to disintegrate. The tip was turning to mush as I pushed it hard on my clit. Oh! Yummmy!! fruit!!! My clit loves this yummy fruit. I mashed it all over my puss, spreading my lips and getting banana in my little cunt, working my clit around and around in its protective hood. It was time!! I reached for my clit and pulled its hood back and jammed my banana on it hard . I squashed the whole thing right on my bare shiny clit. Oh!!!! My cum was so good, so gooey good, so fruity fucking yummy!!! Don't you just love our friends in the plant kingdom, they make me feel so nice. The subject though, was the penis and I'm getting away from my topic. My first penis was such a surprise. It took me unawares one day after school. I always practice my sprints during the spring on the school track. Womens track has really come on strong since Flo Jo became popular after the last Olympics. Not only do I admire the strength and agility of female runners, I think those six inch nails are just bitchin. I like to hang around the mens track. I get to see lots of yummy boys sweat as they pump around that field. Just think, in the days of the ancient Greeks, male athletes competed in the nude. I'd love to watch some of these guys run and high jump without any clothes. That's how I met my own Greek god, Alan. Alan has got the tightest bod, especially his butt. I think he wears his gym shorts a size or two small, just so the girls can scam on his hard butt. I'd love to kiss it and fondle it. I'd trace every little muscle from his waist down to the crack of his ass. Oh! yes. I just love thinking about licking and kissing his butt and oooh, rubbing my ass cheeks on his, kind of a reverse Eskimo kiss. Just think of that! Well.. leaning on the fence drooling over Alan became my favorite pastime. I was just so obvious, no tact or discretion, just a salivating wanabe slave to his gorgeous ass and pecs. I could tell the equipment in front must be nice. At least he was big enough soft to make quite a bulge packed into his jock strap. Oh that lucky strap, cradling his penis and precious jewels. I was really working myself into a penis frenzy. (Oh Dr. Freud. are you listening?) Ha! Ha! I had most of the guys on the track squad drooling over me too you know. In my first story I told you how I had cut down my suit to show off my bod, and I do have a bitchin one. I like to wear my sports bra and shorts when I run. The legs are cut really high and this shows them off to perfection. Being tall I make every use of my legs and feet when I want to attract a boy. You know what drives them nuts? I take my shoes and socks off when I'm on the field and do lots of stretching exercises and bicycle pumps on my back to show off. I'll grab my feet and put them back over my head, showing off my butt and puss hard up against my shorts. It was a display just like this that attracted Alan's attention. I was running around the field in my bare feet. Even my sports bra had a hard time containing my tits. They moved up and down a little as I easily jogged. I knew I was turning the boys on and that made my puss feel yummy. I guess its almost like being a stripper. One of my older brothers friends told me about the strip clubs, how the girls parade nude and show every bit of cunt tits and ass. There wasn't much separating me from this at the moment. I'm so naughty, and such a tease. It's displays like this that got me into trouble and for teasing those boys I deserved to have my tush wacked. As I was making my way around the track I passed Alan a couple of times. On my third pass he suddenly jumped out in front of me, scared the shit out of me. Without shoes, my bare feet had no traction and I slid on the grass and landed on my butt at his feet. Alan smiled down at and offered me his hand. I was a little pissed but I grasped it and he hauled me up on my feet as if I were a rag doll. My, but he was strong. Alan wasn't wearing a shirt and I got quite a close look at his hard chest. We were only inches apart and I my tongue was tied, I couldn't think of a thing to say. I'm so shy. Luckily, he began apologizing for making me fall. I went into my coy routine and told him it was all right. Well, we started the most outrageous flirting, not too tough when you're this close and only a few scraps of clothing separated us from nudity. We each got a very good look at the others bod. I could see the outline of his penis in his shorts. Oh gosh! Maybe he wasn't wearing a jockstrap. Maybe his penis was only a fraction of an inch away from my gaze. This thought really thrilled me as I pictured myself reaching down and grasping that yummy penis in my hand through his running shorts. Oh course I resisted, what with all those other boys around. I was getting so hot, my nipples grew till they were outlined in my bra and it became obvious he couldn't take his eyes off them. Doesn't that piss you off when guys look at your chest while they talk to you and not in your eyes. Wake up guys, all the pleasure I can give you originates in these two hazel orbs. Don't worry, you get plenty of tits later. ( Gosh! I have to do this soap box every once in a while.) Well... Alan and I had lots in common with track and we made a date to do cross country running to help our endurance. Gosh! What an excuse to be alone together in the woods! I'm so naughty! The school has a special trail for cross country and its a pleasure running through the woods all alone. Alan set a fast pace and I was really pushing to stay up with him. After about half an hour I couldn't keep going anymore. I collapsed on a rock panting and trying to catch my breath. Alan saw I had quit and came back kidding me and poking me, telling me I had no endurance. I looked up at him trying to make up my mind whether to swat him one or grasp that penis jiggling in his tight shorts, The latter won. Alan turned into a statue as my hand wrapped around him. You know statues don't move or speak and that was just the way I wanted things. I wanted to concentrate on this penis without any uncomfortable words getting in the way. I used both hands to get the feel of what he had hidden in his shorts. It was packed in there and seemed to be enlarging quickly. I was going to see now what I had been dreaming of. I reached up to his waist band, grabbing hold of it firmly and slowly pulled. I was going to tease myself and him. I took a quick look up at his face while I lowered his pants. The expression of shock was just too cool, he couldn't believe what I was up to. I rolled his shorts down his ass, exposing more penis as I went. He had hair at the base but as I went lower his penis and balls were nice and bare. Tugging the rest of the way the head of his penis popped out in my face. He was very hard and it stood straight up almost touching his belly button. the head looked like this funny shaped mushroom sitting on the end of the stalk. His balls hung very low and I could see both of them playing in his pouch. Gazing at him, I couldn't believe how beautiful he was. His hard defined body left my mouth dry . I raised my eyes to his bringing my finger to my lips in a hush. The only thing on my mind was to worship my Greek god. Feeling hot and sweaty I reached under my bra and pulled it over my head. I stood for a moment to get my shorts off then knelt again at his feet. I was so obsessed with the object of my desire that I left the rest of his body for later. Oh, this wasn't easy. I wanted to drag my breasts and puss over every square inch. The first few moments all I could do was gaze at his penis. I took my breasts in my hands and massaged them. Pinching my nips and teasing myself with the sight and feel of him. I began by gently stroking the length of his penis, feeling its firmness and being careful not to stimulate him too much. My girlfriends told me stories of boyfriends who shot their cum almost as soon as they were touched. I wanted as much time as possible with my Adonis. Weighing his balls in my hand, moving them up and down, separating them and then gently squeezing them together, I grasped the base of his penis. I worked the skin of his shaft up and down with my finger tips watching the skin bunch and tighten. My puss was leaking like a sieve. I felt little drops slide down my inner thighs. I took a couple of fingers and stroked from the base to the top of my puss. Bringing my wet fingers up to his gaze, I slowly placed them in my mouth and sucked my cream off them. His eyes grew wide in disbelief. I was his naked Aphrodite, his nude Greek huntress, offering her ripe body for his pleasure. Nothing was required of him but that he should give me his gift of cream. My mouth and breasts were offered for his pleasure. My lips could resist no longer the joy of his penis. I let the head of his penis force its way past my lips. My mouth became my puss. My lips closed but my teeth parted to allow the entry of his wonderful manhood. I pressed my face closer to him, taking more penis in me. I moved my head forward and back letting him part my lips over and over. His taste was so male, so powerfully male. Something wet came into my mouth as I sucked. Only a small drop and I knew it was the first taste of his gift. Not so sharp as salt on an egg but a creamy saltiness I rubbed across my teeth. Now I had to possess all of him. I moved my mouth further against him letting him travel to the back of my throat. I choked for a moment and stopped, getting used to the feel of him in me. I needed to see his face before his moment came. I looked up and beheld this god in pain. That's the only way I can describe it. As if he were being strangled and the sounds coming from his mouth made me think I was killing him. Since he hadn't moved from the grasp of my mouth I hoped it was unbearable pleasure and not pain he was feeling. I knew his time was soon and I used every part of my mouth to bring his gift to me. I bobbed my head up and down laving every inch of him with my tongue. I grasped his butt and squeezed his hard cheeks to hold on to him so none of my present would escape. The head of his penis seemed to swell in me and I knew my gift was near. Oh! Yes! Wonderful cream. Feed me, Give me my gift of life my Adonis. My mouth is full, you fill me up. His strangled cry broke our silence. I pulled away as he shot the last drops into me. I opened my mouth to show him his gift and then I swallowed. Licking the last drops from my lips I squeezed my breast as I came, crying out my pleasure in serving my Greek god.