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Kristen - 4 (Mf-teen, reluc)
by StoryMaster (ridgeg@ix.netcom.com)
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Barely able to control my urges, I waited for two days before I made
my next move. Parking my truck in the trees behind Lyle and Kristen's
house, I let myself in with my key and went upstairs to Kristen's room
to wait for her to get home from school.
I knew from past visits that her mother, Lyle, didn't get home until
after 6:00 in the evening. If she did get in early, I would simply
say that I had come over to fix one of the many items that needed
attention around her house. Kristen usually got home promptly at 3:30
to 3:45. At 3:35 I heard the downstairs door open and then slam shut.
My heart raced with anticipation as I heard light footsteps on the
stairs.
I was sitting on her bed facing the door as the young teenager entered
her bedroom. "What are you doing here?" she said, as she dropped her
books in shock.
"Oh, I just thought I'd pay you a little visit - to see if you needed
me to æfix' anything," I said smiling craftily.
"You get out of here right now!" the haughty, young blond replied
acidly. "I told you that I never wanted to see you again! And don't
try that old æI'm gonna tell your mom' thing with me æcause it won't
work this time! I want you out of here now, or I'm going to call Mom
and Rick!" she scolded.
"Ok, Ok..," I said. "Take it easy. I'll leave, but before I go, I
thought you might like to watch this little flick I picked up the
other afternoon."
"Hell, no, I won't!" she shouted. "Now get out!" She held the door
open for me.
"I think you will be very surprised to see what is on this tape," I
said, waving the cassette at her.
"Why? What's on it?", her curiosity at last getting the better of
her.
"Oh just some stuff like this." I removed a small photo from my top,
shirt pocket and tossed it onto the floor at her feet.
It landed face down. Kristen bent down to pick it up, glancing at it
as she stood. Suddenly the color drained from her face. I thought
she was going to faint dead away as she grabbed the open, bedroom door
for support. Kris stared in wide eyed shock at the small picture of
herself. In it, the young girl lay naked on my big couch, her legs
spread wide with my girlfriend, Lynn's, tongue buried deep in her
gaping pussy.
"I have more," I said as I got up and crossed the room to her.
I handed Kris another shot of her own face buried in Lynn's runny
cunt. Even in the small picture, one could plainly see the love
juices running down Kris' chin. Kristen looked from the two pictures
in her trembling hands to me and then back to the pictures, all the
while shaking her head in utter disbelief.
"Where...when..how??..," She started to say.
"We took them the other afternoon when you dropped by my place. Don't
you remember?" I asked grinning lecherously at the shocked, young
girl.
"I remember you made me come over, but...."
"Kristen.. Kristen, I am soooooo disappointed. Do you mean to tell me
that you don't remember how much fun you and Lynnie had? She'll be
heart broken. Well, no matter, what say we watch my little production
before your mother gets home."
I took the shell shocked teenager by the hand and led her out of her
room and down to the living room. Kristen looked totally bewildered,
as if she might pass out at any moment, as she allowed me to guide her
to a seat in one of the big, over stuffed chairs. I walked over to
the family VCR and popped in my tape. Then I picked up the remote,
turned on the TV and hit "Play". Kristen watched in total silence.
Only occasionally did she utter a little sob or a whimper as we
watched the risque scenes unfold before us in professional quality
color with full, stereo sound. Even a practiced eye would be hard
pressed to pick out the sound dubs and track mixes. To your average
viewer, it looked like my girlfriend, Lynn, and sweet, young Kristen
were engaged in a very consensual, very mutually pleasurable act of
lesbian love making.
I watched the expression of horror grow on the young girl's face as on
the screen, I stepped into the picture and shoved my massive, rock
hard cock right over Kris' face and into Lynn's pussy. Kristen looked
as if she was about to throw up. On the screen, the all seeing camera
zoomed in to capture Kris' little, pink tongue licking my throbbing
balls while I quick fucked my girlfriend into a wailing orgasm. We
both watched in silence as Kristen's hips heaved up off the mattress
then began to buck up and down as she achieved a massive climax of her
own. The movie ended with a scene of me rubbing my softening cock on
Kris' pretty lips as she moved her head from side to side, "obviously"
wanting my cum spread evenly over her pretty face. The ending scene
faded to black with Lynn snoozing on top of the inert body of young
Kristen, both women spent and happy.
"So, whadaya' think?" I asked the shocked, young girl in the chair
next to me.
"How?? Who??...Oh Goddddd!" she said as she burst into tears. Kristen
sobbed for a minute, then looked up at me, the haughty anger back in
her voice. "So, now what?" she said in a snooty tone of voice. "Are
you going to show this to my mom, I suppose?"
"Oh no, Kris, I wouldn't dream of doing that," I said mockingly. "I
thought perhaps some of your classmates or teachers would be far more
interested. Hey, perhaps you could use some of this material as part
of your campaign for class president." Again she paled.
"You wouldn't dare!" she demanded. I detected just a hint of fear in
her voice.
"Maybe Rick would like to see this. Lynn tells me you're still a
virgin, so maybe this will give him something to jerk off to." I got
up and snatched the tape from the VRC. Then I headed back upstairs.
"Where do you think you're going?" Kristen sneered as she followed me
cautiously.
"Anywhere I please, my dear. Anywhere I please." I turned to face
her for a minute as I let my last words sink in. Then I turned and
walked into her bedroom. I walked directly to her bed and sat, facing
the open door. Kristen must have been thinking furiously on the
stairs, because several minutes passed before the young girl slowly
walked into the room.
Kris really was beautiful, especially with her face flushed with anger
and apprehension. The added color really served to set off her thick,
blond hair in contrast. She was wearing a nice, conservative outfit
consisting of a flowered, button down blouse and a white, pleated,
cotton skirt that hit her just above the knee. Her blue eyes flashed
as she looked at me uncertainly.
Before she could speak, I glanced down at my watch, then looking her
straight in the eye, I said bluntly, "Strip for me!"
"You've got to be kidding!" the shocked, young girl said, trying to
act brave.
"Strip for me, Kristen" I said again without raising my voice. I
patted the video cassette on the bed beside me and smiled.
"No," she said defiantly. "You can't make me do that!"
"Now, Kristen," I said, as matter of factly as I could, under the
circumstances. "You know you have nowhere to go with this. I can
make you, and I will make you, so you might just as well cooperate. I
am going to count to three, and you had better start unbuttoning that
pretty, little blouse of yours or I am going to get up off this bed
and rip your clothes right off of you!"
Her look of defiance turned to one of fear as she began to plead,
"Please don't make me do this. I'm sorry I've treated you badly. I
promise I'll be nicer in the future, really."
"One.." I said.
"Oh, please," she whined. "Please don't!"
"Two..!"
"Please Noooooo!!!!" Kris wailed pitifully as she burst into tears
once more.
"Three," I counted and started to get up from the bed.
"Wait...OK..OK," she said in a panicky, breathless voice holding her
hands up to me. "OK, just give me a second." Her long, blond pony
tail flicked around her shoulders as she glanced quickly around the
room, a cornered look on her lovely face.
"Kristen," I said demandingly.
I gave Kristen a steely stare as I waited patiently. Finally, Kristen
brought her hands up to the top button of her blouse as she slowly
turned to face me. Then she hesitated, sniffling and staring at me
with pleading eyes.
"Do it!" I commanded, not letting up on the pressure at this crucial
point.
Ever so slowly the scared, teenager began to unbutton her blouse. I
sat down on the bed, trying to keep my hands away from my crotch as I
watched the spectacle unfold before me. I gasped quietly as at first
her lacy bra, then more and more tender, white skin came into view.
As she undid the bottom button, I said, "Go on, take it off!" Fresh
tears jumped to the corners of Kristen's eyes, and her face flushed
brightly as she removed her blouse and dropped it to the floor. æStep
one complete,' I thought to myself.
"Now the skirt," I said, not giving her a break. She didn't hesitate
quite as long this time, as she reluctantly unzipped the side zipper
and wiggled out of the white skirt.
"I'll take that," I said. Kris gave me a puzzled look, but stepped
out of the skirt and tossed it to me. I caught it and brought it to
my face. I inhaled a long breath of her fresh, perfumed scent.
"Mmmm, my dear, you do smell nice!" Again the young teen's face
flushed red, as anger flared in her sparkling, blue eyes. God, she
looked great! The lump in her little, lacy panties almost matched the
lump in my jeans.
"That's nice," I said allowing my eyes to travel over her young body.
"Now I want you to clasp your fingers together on top of your head."
"What for?" Kris asked in a frightened voice.
"Because, Kristen, I want you to," I said, staring her straight in the
eye. "Do it right now, please."
Slowly she brought her hands up and locked her fingers together on top
of her head. Her already muscular tummy grew flatter and caused her
small, firm tits to stand out beneath her lacy, white bra.
"Keep ‘em there," I said as I got up from the bed and moved toward
her. She started to back away from me.
"Don't move, Kristen!" I commanded.
"But...." she started.
"I said don't move, and be still. I want to see your little titties."
When I first touched her, Kristen shuddered all over. Slowly I
unfastened the clasp in between the lacy cups of her little bra. The
anxious teenager stared coldly at me as the clasp popped loose, then
she lowered her gaze and whimpered. I slipped the two soft cups back,
exposing her firm, adolescent breasts. "Bring your arms down now," I
said. As she did, I slipped the small garment off over her shoulders.
"Put your hands back up on top of your head," I told the blushing,
frightened, young girl. Slowly she complied. Then I dropped the bra
to the floor and smiled as I licked my fingers.
"Nooo...please.." Kris whimpered as I reached for her little, pink
nipples.
"Hush!" I told her.
As I pinched her tender flesh and began to roll her nipples between my
fingers and thumbs, Kris gasped in a breath, then whined, "Ohh..
Goddd!!". Her tiny nipples began to harden almost instantly in the
cool, room air.
"You like this, don't you baby," I murmured as I squeezed, and
pinched, and tugged on her tender, little nipples.
"Ohhh, please stop.." Kristen again whined. "I'll be nice to you from
now on, I promise," she continued.
"Oh, I know you will, Kris... I know you will! Now turn around and
face the door," I said, as I removed my hands from her quivering
breasts.
"Please," she pleaded once more before she turned away from me.
Kristen moaned softly as I reached around her torso and cupped her
lovely, warm tits in my hands. Then I pulled her against me as I took
a deep breath of the sweet scent of her shiny, clean hair. I knew she
could feel the hardness in my jeans as her tight, little ass pressed
back against me. I nuzzled her tender neck and nibbled at her
earlobes as I continued to fondle and squeeze her magnificent breasts.
She started to bring her hands down.
"Ah..ah..ahh," I murmured in her ear. The frightened girl froze for a
moment then started to tremble. I played with her tits for a minute
more, then, without warning, I moved my hands down her soft flanks,
slipped my thumbs under the waistband of her panties and pulled them
down to her ankles in one fluid motion. Her hands came down again in
an attempt to cover herself.
"Put your hands back on your head and keep them there!" I commanded
sharply.
"Ohhhh...but you can't do this..." Kris wailed in torment.
"Shut up and do what you are told," I said as menacingly as I could.
Her hands went back up in place. As I stood, I ran my hands up the
full length of her body. When I regained my feet, I took her by the
shoulders and spun her around to face me. I placed one hand behind
her narrow waist and one hand behind her neck. I then pulled her
naked, young body to me once more. I pressed my hungry mouth fully
over hers, my tongue searching for an opening.
"Mmm.. Mmmo.. Mmmmee," Kris squealed as she fought to keep my tongue
from entering her mouth.
I pulled her back by her hair and said, "Open your mouth, Kristen!"
"But..." she started to cry.
"Open your mouth!" I said shaking her by the hair.
When I again attempted to kiss the distraught teenager, I was very
happy to see her lips part, giving me a brief glimpse of her perfect,
white teeth. I was pleasantly surprised to see that she also kept her
hands locked on top of her head as I began to kiss her. Kristen would
not kiss me back, but that didn't matter. I reveled anyway in the
sweet taste of the young teen. As I allowed my hands to stray slowly
down past her waist, I took one of her one of her firm, round ass
cheeks and gave it a hard squeeze. Kris jerked her head back and
glared at me. I just smiled and pulled her back to me. I continued
to probe the interior of her mouth with my tongue as the helpless
teenager trembled in my embrace.
Slowly I moved back from her, still savoring her taste and scent. The
naked, young girl shivered, then looked down at the floor in
humiliation. I held her shoulder with one hand and lifted her chin
with the other, forcing her to look directly at me. Kristen tried to
look away as a tear ran down one cheek.
"You are a very lovely, young girl, Kristen," I said soothingly.
"Some day, when I am finished with you, Rick will be a very lucky
man." This had the desired effect. Once again I saw the defiant look
return, mixed with just the right amount of apprehension.
"You may bring your hands down now, Kristen. I want you to look me
straight in the eye and if you so much as move, I am going to have to
hurt you. Do you understand?" She looked shocked but nodded meekly.
"I want to see if all this petting has had any affect on you, young
lady." With no further warning, I reached down and cupped Kris' soft,
warm pussy with one hand while moving the other behind her hip to hold
her. Immediately her hands flew to my wrist as she gasped, caught
completely off guard.
Without removing my hand from her sex, I looked her straight in the
eye and said menacingly, "Take your hands away now!" With a big sob,
her hands fell away, and she stood up straight. "That's much better,"
I said. "Now stand still. Baby's gonna like this."
I began to rub her warm pussy while I held her hip with my other hand.
When I glanced up at at her, she looked away, totally humiliated.
"Look at me," I told her. I smiled when I saw the fear and anger in
her flashing, blue eyes as she stood powerless to stop me from having
my way with her.
"Spread your legs," I commanded.
"Nooooo," she whined through clenched teeth.
"Spread ‘em, I said more forcefully as I kicked at one of her ankles.
"Owww," Kris cried, as her legs parted slightly, just enough for me to
work my hand back into the warm, moist area between her firm thighs.
"Doesn't that feel good," I cooed to her as I continued to rub her
tender cunt.
"I hate you!" she said defiantly.
"You said that the other day, but I think, given some time, we can
change that," I replied with a crafty smile.
"Uugghhh," Kristen grunted as I unexpectedly worked one finger into
her tight, pussy slit.
"Ahhhhhh," I cooed once more. "My aren't we the wet one, my sweet,
little girl."
"Oh please stop now," she pleaded. "I won't tell anyone this
happened, if you will just please stop."
"Oh, I don't think you will tell anyone, Kris. After all, being a
porn star doesn't exactly look good on the resume of a future class
president. Does it?" I moved my finger back and forth in her pussy.
She groaned helplessly.
Kristen really was very wet down there, given the circumstances. I
looked right at her, as I pulled my wet finger from her pussy. After
taking a long sniff of her musky scent, I popped my finger into my
mouth.
"Mmmm, you do have a sweet tasting cunt, Kris. Just like Lynn said.
I have always loved the taste of virgin pussy." She turned her pretty
face away with a mortified look.
"I know you don't remember it, but I tasted you years ago."
She was so shocked by that news, she hardly noticed when I returned my
probing finger to her warm, wet pussy.
"What?" she said, her little hips beginning to move instinctively.
"It happened when you and Lauren spent the night at my house four
years ago. While you were sleeping, I ate your little pussy for over
an hour. Your ass was moving all over the place, and then you came to
beat the band when you were only eleven years old. You tasted great
then and you still do. I vowed at that time that I would get to know
you better when you got older. So here we are."
All the while, I kept rubbing my finger up and down in Kris' warm, wet
slit. She was simply too shocked to object, I suppose, but when
suddenly, I pushed my finger into her tight, little vagina, she
responded alright.
"Uggghhh... You bastard!" she grunted. "Get your filthy finger out of
me!" She started to struggle in an attempt to free herself from my
exploring digit.
"Now we're getting rude again," I said as I removed my hand from her
pussy. "Get over here and put your hands on the dresser top and keep
æem there!" I grabbed Kris by her pony tail and pulled her backwards
across the room.
Continued...