("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2005. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Father, Forgive Me For I Have Sinned Again by Peter Pan (uds3@hotmail.com) *** Now this time I really have NO excuse! Sexual opportunity, like the proverbial greatness, seems simply to have been thrust upon me - when I'm apparently at my most vulnerable. What can a guy do? (Mf, ped, 1st) *** Perhaps the real-time Harper Valley experience has stunted and/or warped my perception of the normal, given me more than a taste of the forbidden fruit? Maybe on account of the fact that I continue to pen other fictional and semi-fictional tales of the erotic and paedophilic, I am unknowingly tapping into a cosmic flow-chart that channels the young and the restless my way. Of course, there's always the possibility too, that I am simply satanically on-line and committed to wander the paths of lust and perversion for the rest of my natural life. I so hope so! So what happened this time? Make that this weekend just gone! I may have mentioned at some stage that I have actually been twice married? So what's new you say? Well at the point I met Chris, Jenna, Kylie and Natalie's mother, I actually already had a young daughter from a previous marriage. (Now don't get excited, I never laid a finger on her, let alone anything else) Over the years my ex has kept in touch with me – actually neither of us have any idea why we got divorced in the first place Guess it just seemed like a good idea at the time. I then married a girl who decided in her late twenties to walk out on the five of us in search of her inner- self while Trish married the biggest dick-wad in the State. They too are long since separated, leaving Trish with a fourteen-year-old daughter Linda who is today an absolute clone of Trish herself when she was sixteen which was the age she was when we first started dating. (Yeah, I've been an entrenched paedophile for years!) Now Trish for some reason is very close to my son Chris and he thinks the world of her (What a tangled web we weave? Not too sure what the possibilities there are?) Conversely I have been spending time over at Trish's place of late, helping Linda with everything from Computer-training to Modern History. Many times have I called her 'Trish,' so uncannily similar is she to my memories of her mom in her teen years. To cut a long story short, Trish wants me back and Linda has definitely made her feelings known – read on if you will. "Do you mind baby-sitting Linda till I get back?" Trish said Saturday morning just after I got there. I have my doubts as to whether or not she actually orchestrated the whole damn thing. With those ten words I was a condemned man as it turned out. I knew the teenager was on the look-out for a cuddly dad to replace the disinterested moron she already had, one who would love her and hand her at least a few late-childhood memories the existing dick- wad was never likely to, given that he never even called her up – birthdays and Christmas included. To be honest, I had kinda figured she was beginning to slot me in to that role anyway. Didn't bother me... I just wasn't so sure I wanted to re-marry Trish in order to add Linda to my existing coterie of petticoat- princesses at home and she is a very pretty girl I hasten to add. Ok, so there we were Saturday morning doing the domestic thing with a good four hours plus to kill. I took her up to the local mall where we had a soda or three, a chat and she talked me into taking her shopping for a new dress. It was at this point I felt the onset of the familiar "how hot are these fourteen- year old bodies" twinge. Been through that so many times with Natalie, Jenna and Kylie over the years (as you all well know!) I have to hand it to Linda, she has something of the siren about her. Odd mixture of maturity and naοve schoolgirl. Could anything be much more attractive to a guy way the wrong side of 49 let's say? Maybe I wasn't reading the warning signs? Perhaps Linda was just the perfect little opportunist? More than likely though it was simply a case of "sometimes things just happen because they can." We had gotten home and decided to kill another couple of hours watching a movie. (God... how many times has this scenario caused a problem?) She cuddled up with me as would any daughter... only she wasn't a daughter! What she was is the biggest damn temptation this side of a two litre bottle of Jack Daniels. I gotta be honest though, I was the perfect gentleman, one arm around her shoulder, my mind above the waist. I could tell you exactly how far above too if you press me. Turning to make some comment to her about the movie, our eyes met and what they had to say to each other was nobody's business! She just leaned her pretty little face forward and kissed me. It wasn't a slutty kiss, any sort of sexual come-on at all, just a loving kiss, a beautiful girlish smooch. and one that disabled every chivalrous motivation I had along for the ride. I couldn't have left it at that if I had tried. I drew her to me and at the behest of her soft and youthful lips left my own calling card, one I figured she would never be throwing out. It is unavoidable to embark on any sort of impassioned lip-action without it turning sexual at some stage. That stage was remarkably quick to arrive. Having her sitting there beside me, dressed in a shortish skirt and none too limiting a top, was hardly the outfit one could classify as being conducive to maintaining a celibate lifestyle. As a gesture of adult responsibility, pulling back from those absurdly accommodating lips, I let forth with the "Linda you're only fourteen years-old" line, but I have to give credit where credit's due, her defiant reply of "So??" fully check-mated that approach. Her follow-up "What mom doesn't know, won't bother her will it?" was sheer perceptive genius. Still, I felt a moral obligation to keep a rein on developments here, despite my instinct to take matters to the next level. Pity she wasn't reading from the same script. When a girl of any age makes it blatantly obvious she is in the market for a romantic interlude with whatever that may entail, it's not that easy to resist. For me anyway - the far side of impossible! Seeing also the hemline of that tight little skirt rising imperceptibly along those wonderfully slim thighs, to the onset of disclosure of her really interesting bits, shut-down whatever resistance I might have demonstrably paraded. "I love you Noel," she whispered and Magna Carta was sealed once again. My next kiss was strategically placed just beneath her tasteful little pendant earring, and sighing audibly she slid down the back of the lounge a fraction. Schoolwork was definitely out for the morning. I don't know if it was the lip-gloss she had on, but something tasted so remarkably inviting she must have spiked it with something irresistible. I fully intended kissing those sexy little lips until the Police arrived. That is, until I found something sexier to play with. At the point my hand gently encircled her admittedly quite small right breast she broke off from kissing me and looked pleadingly at me. I know those glances so well. The eyes look all innocent and vulnerable but the translation is, "Yes that's my breast, are you gonna get on with it or what?" There must be better things than fondling a fourteen- year old girl's developing tits, but right this minute I wouldn't like to volunteer what they are exactly! Linda was making sounds – not moans really, just little sighs and outpourings of girlish pleasure. She was also wriggling her hips and doing whatever it took to make me crazier by the moment. Slipping a hand up beneath her top I passed my palm across her bra cups wanting desperately to slip my fingers beneath but still hesitant I suppose, given her tender age and my incredible age! "I'm old enough," she whispered. "For what though?" I was thinking. To have her breasts fondled or to get really naughty? Thinking to work my way through this challenging simultaneous equation, I slipped my hand beneath her bra and encountered such delicate and arousing softness, I think I made a few noises of my own. Her eyes were glazing just slightly and her breaths coming in starts as I gently manipulated first one nipple then the other. I love the way girls wriggle their shoulders as you do this to them, most especially the cuties that have not had it done to them before and Linda, I had not the slightest doubt, fell into that category. She was reminding me so much of little Rhiannon at Harpers. Perhaps I should describe Linda to you. Probably five- four and about 110/115 pounds I'd be guessing. Light colored shoulder-length hair though not blonde really, several shades darker in fact. Rather delicate features that suggested some Grecian or other European ancestry several generations back. Small but just-right little face with fairly high cheekbones, her hair swept back with a clasp either side. Absolutely flawless complexion with full and (as we were already finding out) majorly kissable lips. Pale blue eyes, much like my own and designer eyebrows only the fortunate few inherit. A delicate little nose matched by prettily shaped ears which as I said, were rather nicely highlighted by a pair of good quality pendant earrings. Really lovely little figure (such that I could see at that stage) Breasts that were prominent but not attention-grabbing and a cleavage to match. Nicely formed shoulders that needed to be cuddled and kissed – I was assuredly doing what I could to fulfill obligations in that direction too. The package, although that word rather demeans her presence, included a slim waist, very curvy and compact little bottom (that much I had taken stock of already) perfect legs, wrists and ankles. If there was a low point in all this, it was that her mom was due home in a couple of hours! So yeah, I had gotten to first base – her pleasured wriggling at having her nipples played with, was clear evidence of that achievement. So let's get back to her comment shall we?... ... . "Well that's the problem sweetheart," I replied. "You might be old enough physically, but I'm way too damn old for you I hate to admit." "No way," she said. I liked the way she thought! "I hate boys my own age – they're soo dumb." She pouted. I was gonna tell her they don't get much better at any age, but thought better of it. Still softly groping her, which was just about as pleasant a pastime as ever I have indulged myself in, I asked rather pointedly, "You're still er, intact I'm guessing Linda?" "Uh huh," she mumbled, eyes as big as saucers now and driving me totally over the edge. "I was hoping you might change that for me?" "Oh Jesus," I was thinking, "I'm going to have to set up a new business name here – "Virgins R' Us" "Pleeaaase," she said, those lovely eyelashes working overtime. "I won't tell... honestly!" My God, I was sitting on a lounge not thirty clicks from my own home with a panting young teenager kissing me stupid and coercing me to take her virginity before her mom gets home... and I'm supposed to be the baby sitter? I figured that while I was trying to resolve this issue in my own mind (hers evidently being fully resolved) I may as well test the waters elsewhere. I placed my free hand on her thigh just below that now notoriously high hemline. She jumped as if receiving an electric shock but other than glancing downwards, made no attempt to resist further incursions. Gently pushing her skirt up I slid my hand a few centimetres along her leg. Already I could see a ribbon of light blue material that never fails to set in motion my own procreative equipment's awakening. This time I did hear a little gasp which only served to encourage me more. I think that was Linda's intention anyway. On reaching the front of her panties I just brushed the material there with the back of my hand. There was no doubt she was increasing the pressure of her pussy at that very point. Now the eyes really were pleading and her breathing had reached critical overload. I kissed her passionately – at the same time I began to rub that wonderfully feminine area the full length of her virginal slit. Her hips I noticed were maintaining the pressure along the entire vaginal cleft. "Touch me," she whispered. I was gone for all money. Slipping my hand beneath the elastic I found a world Jacques Cousteau could only dream about. The softest pubic hair I have ever felt (well since Trish's, when she was sixteen) made me welcome and as Linda parted her legs pretty much to the limit of that tight little skirt anyway, I was able to slip a finger up inside a small cavern of volcanic origin that brought forth not one but a series of utterly virginal moans from the moist lips of Miss Temptation who was now so tightly pressed up against me. Trying to manipulate a girl's nipples and her pussy at the same time while she is slumped fully dressed against you is not easy, although undoubtedly fun! The naughtiness of having your hands in her rather private little crevices beneath her clothes is strangely addictive – especially when she giggles at key moments – a behavioral trait much in evidence with very young girls. My finger, having located Linda's quite pronounced clitoral hood, it was just a matter of time until she began to respond in ways she could barely control. That after all, was a free service. It began with a series of "ohhs" and ended when I felt her stiffen and then completely melt as the orgasm gradually diffused into the suburbs. I received a beautiful kiss for my efforts. My poor ignored erection, way underground and constrained like Hannibal Lecter was wondering when his turn might come, if ever. "Can we go to my bedroom... just for a few minutes?" Linda purred. Hell, she must have been thinking along similar lines. So far down the road to underage debauchery anyway, I figured I may as well take her up on her incredibly risky offer. It might always give me a few precious seconds to mount a skeletal defense, if her mom showed up early I thought to myself. My eyes focused on her compact little rear-end as she mounted the stairs. It was almost a shame when she reached the top. Having been to the house many times in the past... pretty much since she had been an infant, on and off, I kinda knew my way around. (And yes dear reader, I know what you're thinking – I had not been snitching a bit on the side over the years with my ex, simply keeping in touch, nothing more. If you can believe it, my new wife was Maid of Honor at Trish's wedding.) Anyway, once inside her room, Linda rather thoughtfully I have to say, sat herself down on the bed and smiled up at me. It was the interpretation of that smile that unlocked officialdom. Compliantly laying back on her quilt she gasped, but offered no resistance as I reached up beneath her skirt and tugged those skimpy blue panties down. Nor did she mind as I peeled that tight little top off. Rather than strip her totally, I just knelt there and kissed her softly on the pussy as I lightly fondled her wonderfully arousing child-like breasts. Just who was the more aroused would be hard to say. Linda might only be fourteen, but believe me when I tell you, I felt as much a child with her as I had with her mother some three decades earlier. Taking a very young girl's virginity is the greatest privilege life can accord you. At my age, its akin to winning Powerball. Having some experience in the de-virginising stakes, which some of you may recall involved girls considerably younger even than Linda, I am fully aware of the relevance of the girl being as relaxed as possible in the lead-up to penetration. A fundamental methodology that I have found works a treat, is to first stimulate the clitoral/vaginal area, and sustained kissing followed by the gentlest of licks and nuzzles goes one hell of a way to achieving this. In Linda's case, she was so relaxed at this point, I thought she'd gone to sleep. A series of "mmmmmm's" followed by unforced further spreading of her legs and also I noted, an inclination to slip her own hands down inside her bra was not only evidence she was distinctly prepped – it served to catalyse my own participation in the forthcoming Olympics. Her expression as I positioned myself between her legs was one of genuine and fully understandable trepidation. "Is it going to hurt me?" she asked with almost child- like simplicity. "Hurt is probably not the right word sweetheart," I replied, brushing her pretty hair out of her face. "You'll feel maybe a fair bit of pressure down there, but it will pass quickly, I promise you." Her smile captivated me momentarily. "I trust you Noel," she whispered and raised her arms over her head. I don't think anything is sexier than a submissive young girl in that position. Now maybe the fact that Linda has what I would consider a slightly larger than normal vaginal entrance for a girl her age (a little more hair too) and with very pronounced (and consequently sexy) labia, the drive- train seemed to encounter minimal resistance. Matter of fact, aside from her one outcry at the point of breakthrough, and to be honest, even that was achieved with no great pressure, Linda was assuredly in control of her vaginal destiny from first-base onwards. "Don't stop," she begged after little more than a couple of thrusts. If there was any blood-loss I could not detect it. Fascinating too, how young girls with no prior experience, seem to know instinctively how to use their hips to facilitate maximum involvement. So comfortable was she with it all, I was able to drive deep inside her and this I knew, was hardly going to prolong my own finality. My pushing-up of her tiny bra and subsequent fondling of those beautiful little nipples greatly increased her enjoyment. Didn't negatively impact on my own contribution either I have to say. My prognosis was correct and sooner rather than later, I felt the build-up being spurred along by her own upward thrusting. The visuals too – her youthful and tight slit being penetrated hard, those sexy little breasts jiggling in response and that lovely flat stomach undulating with each incursion – just took me out. I didn't have to forewarn her that I was about to deliver, she sensed it and spread her legs even wider in anticipation. She shouldn't have done that – it made me cum instantly. The expression on her flushed little face as I filled her, combined the emotions of surprise, ecstasy, satisfaction and further desire. That last one's a "real problem," I was thinking. "Are you alright sweetie?" I asked, genuinely concerned for her physical well-being. "Oh that was soo yummy," she replied, covering her breasts quite instinctively with her arms. Thank God she didn't pull the bra back down and ruin the whole damn illusion. "It did hurt a little bit at the beginning," she confessed, then breaking into the cheekiest of smiles, "But you were so gentle with me – I really loved it." She needed more kissing... so did I! "Look, I hate to bring up the subject Linda," I added a few moments later, but she forestalled me. "It's OK," she smiled, "I'm not ovulating – I thought of that earlier." Not just a pretty face by all accounts, rather devious in fact one might speculate. She sat up and nuzzled me rather lovingly. "Can we do that again?" she teased. Putting her arms around my neck, those beautiful little pink-capped mounds hung free, waiting their turn. Caressing them both, Linda's eyes glazed over as before and I knew I had the duty- bag once again. Well how could I pass up the opportunity? Would you expect me to? I thought not. Leaving her skirt on, she was certainly a little apprehensive as I manoeuvered her on to all fours. Glancing backwards she whispered, "Are you going to spank me?" Oh, how I wished! "No beautiful," I replied, "But I am going to show you something that you will really like, trust me!" She did. I need not I think, describe the rearward view as I parted her legs just a fraction more. Her curvy little butt and the sight of my cum still leaking out of her pussy was enough to transport me to Heaven and back before I even got down to basics. Suffice to say I was correct in my prediction. As I penetrated her to the depths, she cried out in pleasure. Probably best I don't report verbatim what she actually cried out, but it was along the lines of "stop and you're dead meat!" Great as my orgasm was, hers must have been devastating. Her whole little body trembled as the shock-wave's epicenter radiated out from her vaginal cavity. Cupping her pussy with one hand she just collapsed prostrate on the bed. It was just about the sexiest thing I ever saw, to be honest. "Enough's enough," I was telling myself. One shouldn't be doing this to fourteen-year old girls – especially those with a penchant to be your stepdaughter. For the next twenty minutes or so, we simply lay side by side. I held her close, stroked her hair and just told her how beautiful and sexy she was and that I hoped she could forgive me for doing what I should have known better than to do – even if she was willing. I think she understood. Either way, I packed her off for a quick shower and she was more than happy to have me dress her afterwards. That, my friends, represents the zenith of any and all sexual aspirations. To actually be permitted to dress a young girl while she stands there naked for you, trusting as all hell, arms above her head – hooking her bra up again and pulling her panties back up to her hips while patting that hot little bottom playfully, is sheer arousal plus! To see all those beautiful curves and clefts being once again covered up, knowing that for even the briefest of periods they were offered freely for your pleasure alone, is the greatest privilege you are ever likely to be accorded. One just has to believe in re-incarnation. God, and next week marks end of term vacation! END © Peter_Pan 2005 http://www.lulu.com/content/106537 Published autobiography: http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry .asp?userid=PQ0lfOLCgC&isbn=1411624149&itm=1 Other Published Stories: http://www.lulu.com/content/69187 *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 38