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(mf-youths, 1st, rom) *** Actually, this story begins with Maxine, Chrissie's older sister. Maxine was my first sexual encounter with a teenage girl. Tall and lanky, raw and tough, Maxine was one of the girls who lived in a small house behind the large, rambling old apartment house my parents and I lived in. Maxine surrendered to my young pencil-dick when we were both about thirteen. A couple of the neighbor boys and Maxine had come up to our apartment to have a Coke - kind of a rare treat for poor kids. The other boys had already enjoyed Maxine's favors once or twice and as they got high on the high-sugar Coca Cola, they teased her. Finding out that she was putting out excited me beyond all telling. Oh, I had been sexually active since I was five years old, but had for the past three years been in a dry spell when my only relief was my imagination- driven hands. But I had been ejaculating for some time, so I was primed and ready. Maxine didn't take much convincing. I asked her if she would let me do it and she simply said, "Sure, okay." She lay back on our old couch that made into my nightly bed and skinned her panties down over her skinny legs. I was so enthralled by her bald little pussy that my young skinny prick was very hard indeed. Maxine was quite dry of course, and I hadn't experience or sense enough to make things wet to ease my way into her little nest. But finally, after minutes of rubbing and poking, nature had its way and we both slicked up enough to allow penetration. It felt delicious and after a few minutes of fucking her lifeless little body, I sprayed her insides with my young sperm accompanied by a loud grunt. Apparently, the other boys had never come in her and the wet feeling was strange to her. She asked if I had peed inside her. I denied it and poor Maxine probably wondered about all that moisture for some time. And I did produce a pretty good amount of boy juice, a result I assume of having masturbated several times a day for a long time. But this story is about Maxine's little sister Chrissie and takes place four years later, when I was sixteen. My parents and I had moved to another part of town, and although I was still in High School, I had taken a job in a small photo-finishing lab just down the street from where we used to live - and where Maxine and Chrissie still lived. My job was night time work, when everyone else had gone home. I had to strip and process customers' rolls of film collected from many pick-up points around town. I came to work about 5:00 and worked until all the processed film was hanging to dry where it would be ready for the day crew to print and package. There was a back door to the lab that opened into a narrow walkway between buildings. Only a few feet down that walkway was the sidewalk at the side of the building. I sometimes stood in that open doorway to grab a smoke. One late afternoon as I stood there, Mikey, a kid about my age whom I knew from the old neighborhood walked by with a skinny but pretty younger. She wore one of those one-piece dresses that made you wonder - if you were an ever-horny kid like me - whether she wore anything underneath. Ever vigilant for pretty young girls, I called them over and invited them inside the lab for a Coke. There wasn't anything I had to do for a couple hours as the automatic processors did their thing. They eagerly accepted my offer. I soon learned the girl's name was Chrissie and that she was twelve years old. It surprised me to find out she was Maxine's sister. Chrissie was chatty, and her eyes seemed to be locked onto me. It was obvious she was fascinated with me and liked me. Her eyes were devilish, too. She had a cute, freckled face and short blonde hair. It was easy to see there were no titties to speak of under that dress. That was okay with me, I wasn't really into titties very much and in fact never became a big titty-man. (I always have loved those pert little ones.) As we sat there enjoying our sodas and exchanging quips, Chrissie said she needed to pee. I pointed to the bathroom at the back of the room and she went to do her business. I immediately told Mikey, "Wow! I really like her." "Yeah, she's okay. She's fun, too," Mikey offered. "Fun... how?" I asked. "Y'know, she likes boys and... stuff," he said grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, man! Have you... you know, done it to her?" I asked breathlessly. "Sure," he said with not a little pride. I considered the possibilities for a minute, my sixteen year-old prick almost immediately coming to full attention as those delightful thoughts occupied ninety- eight percent of my brain. "Do you think she'd let me do it to her?" I queried Mikey, hopefully. "Probably," he said. "Why doncha ask her?" Chrissie soon returned as I tried to figure out how to ask her such a delicate question. Of course, I could just have put it to her straight out and she probably wouldn't have minded at all, but being something of a shy boy that wasn't something I could just blurt out. Then a thought hit me. "You guys going to the movies tomorrow morning?" I asked. Tomorrow was Saturday, and the movie theatre was just around the corner. Every Saturday, they had a long morning show of cartoons and Abbot and Costello movies. It was very popular in the neighborhood. "I'd like to," Chrissie replied. "But I don't have the money and I've already spent my allowance," she added wistfully. "Yeah, me too," added Mikey. Being a "working man," I always had a little money. This was perfect, I thought. Movie tickets were only ten centsl; popcorn was another dime and a coke a nickel. For two bits (twenty five cents) you could have a great morning. Gathering up my courage, I went, "Heck, Chrissie, I'd give you the money and Mikey too, if you... ummm, if you'd... ahhhhh... do something for me." There! I'd said it. Chrissie went, "Wow! What d'you want me to do?" as a big smile spread across her eager young face. "Well... Mikey said that... ummmm, that you had... y'know, let him do it to you. And I wondered if you'd let me do it to you, too." God, that sentence took a lot of courage. Chrissie understood the question immediately and didn't need any time to think it over. She jumped at the chance and went, "You bet! You want to do it now? Here?" "Heck yessss!" I replied, reaching in my pocket for change. I had three quarters and gave them all to Chrissie as I tried to think where we could do this. She was elated, jiggling the coins between hands. Finally, I decided on the bathroom, a tight little closet but big enough for what we were going to do. Chrissie was so delighted with the six bits I'd handed her that she just kept exclaiming over and over, "Oh goodie, goodie... I'm goin' to the movies." She gave the money to Mikey to hold and I took her hand and led her to our little palace of pleasure. Once inside, I opened my belt and pants and dropped them and my shorts to the floor. My prick stuck straight out and up, and was already slippery wet on the head. Chrissie gazed at it as I lowered the seat on the toilet and sat down. I raised her little dress up and - yes, she did wear panties - but they were soon on the floor along with my pants and shorts. That wasn't enough for Chrissie; she wanted to be naked. She drew that little dress right up over her head, leaving her perfectly naked and, to my eyes, just plain beautiful - in fact to my mind, the very essence of girlish beauty! Grasping her by her thin young flanks, I gently pulled her forward to straddle my legs and sit on my lap, my leaky prick rubbing all around her hairless little mound and slit. Boy! That felt great, I can tell you. Then, to my utter surprise and delight, Chrissie leaned forward and kissed me. Softly at first, and then full and open, Frenching me mercilessly. My God! This sweet girl was a treasure. Her kisses weren't "little girlish," though. They were the kinds of kisses I'd only read about: soft and yielding sometimes, at other times pressing hard. All the time her tongue played in my mouth as mine played in hers, sometimes entwining and wrestling. It all just made my dick hurt with pleasure. Down below my hips were on auto pilot, moving back and forth to rub my now very wet prick everywhere searching for that magic entry. So were hers. They moved back and forth, round and round, and she was leaking girl juice profusely before long, making us both wetter and very slippery. It was very exciting and felt wonderful. Chrissie and I continued our kisses for some time, enjoying the contact of our sensitive lips as well as the slippy-slidey contact down below. Finally, she pulled back a little and whispered, "Gosh, I love you, Jimmy. You make me feel soooo good." Always - throughout my life - ready to love any girl or woman who shared their body with me willingly, I replied, "Oh, Chrissie! I love you, too. I'm crazy for you!" Chrissie liked that and another long wet and stimulating kiss followed. Finally, our lips parted and I looked down to see my sixteen year-old cock - already a good six inches and somewhat thick for a teenager - sticking up between Chrissie's legs right in front of her twelve year old pussy. My dick head was bright red and bulging with pressure; my shaft was the very definition of wood. I gently guided him back and slid just my fiery tip between Chrissie's little cunny-lips. Our juices were smeared everywhere. I pushed a little and went in a bit further so that most of the head was now inside her. But I could tell that to go further up her sweet little girl's pussy would require a serious effort but I didn't want to hurt her. Chrissie was grimacing a little too, from the pressure. "Am I hurting you?" I asked, truly concerned for her. "Only a little," she replied. "You're so much bigger around than any boy I've done it with before," she added, amazing me. I'd never thought of myself as big, and in fact knew that I wasn't really very big. But for little twelve year old Chrissie, mine probably was indeed a big cock. Still, the little darling began moving a little. My prick head was still inserted between her parted lips. I was penetrating her, I thought to myself, and that thought did it. I blew my overdue stuff, squirting my boy cum all over and in her girlish pussy lips. My God! Nothing I'd ever experienced before had prepared me for this. It was as I were emptying my entire insides, and all my body muscles were locked in a glorious paralysis that bent me backwards into a big arch, like a big comma. As the intensity tapered off, I hugged Chrissie to me tightly, my hands on her little butt cheeks, my prick still partly in her. "Oh, God, God, oh God... ," I murmured in her ear. That was wonderful, Chrissie. I do love you so much." She replied by kissing me again. If she had persisted very long in that kiss, I would soon have been hard again. But she broke off. "I'd better go," she said. "I'm supposed to be home before my mom gets home from work." "Okay," I said, as she stepped off me and my now half- hard prick slipped out of heaven all covered in my own cum and our mutual juices. I was weak, I can tell you.Chrissie smiled and gave my prick a squeeze with her hand. We both dressed quickly. As she bent over to pick up her panties, I realized how really cute her little bottom was and, dreamy-eyed, drifted back a few minutes in my mind to replay the vision of my prick- head sliding inside her young pussy. That was a vision I would replay hundreds of times over the years in my mind as I grasped my cock and spurted my cum into the air and on my belly. My cock in Chrissie. What a beautiful sight. Even now as an old man, I frequently masturbate to visions of my little girl, Chrissie. EPILOGUE: Having learned that Chrissie was Maxine's little sister, and Maxine not being overly fond of me, I didn't pursue Chrissie. I did see her playing with other kids in the street outside the big storefront windows of the lab, and once or twice she asked me for a dime for a Coke, which I always gave her. I did invite her in a couple times, but on both occasions she said she couldn't with the other kids around; she was afraid one of them would tell her mom. One night, though, there was a knocking on the front glass door. I came out of the back to see Chrissie standing there. "I can come in, if you want," she said. But that's another story... [Tinman always welcomes and appreciates feedback from readers and will respond to all civilized email. tinmanjc9@hotmail.com] * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 39