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Hurricane Wilma
by Frankie (juggseegurl@yahoo.com)
Edited by Cat

***

Story of a young girl, who meets an older man, that is 
attracted to her, because of her breast size. They met 
because of Hurricane Wilma, but that encounter made the 
girl realize that, she had "boob" power. (Mf, ped, 
size, 1st)

***

Author Note: Hi all, I don't want to go into too much 
detail about who I am, but I will tell you, that I am a 
6th & 7th grade teacher and that, the story you are 
about to read is from one of my students. She is real, 
and when she says that, she is a D-cup, I would say 
that, she is not over exaggerating. 

***

When she talks about the men that look at her, she 
could have easily added my name. I came across this, 
because Frankie left her notebook behind. As I was 
lifting it a disc fell out with the title you see 
below. I of course was interested, so I put it in my 
computer. 

After I read it, I knew immediately, that it belonged 
here. I hope you enjoy it. One last thing... She does 
not exaggerate her breast size. They are especially big 
on her small frame. It is truly amazing. Her nickname 
really is "Juggs". She probably could have gone into 
more detail, about how pretty she is as, she really is 
a doll.

CHAPTER 1

I will begin by telling you, that my name is Francesca 
or Frankie as everyone calls me. In four more months I 
will be 12. I have really big boobs for my age and body 
size. I don't know where I get it from, because my mom 
is only a B-cup and my 16 year old sister is the same. 
I think my grandma, (on momma's side) is a B too and my 
other grandma is maybe a C cup. Who can tell? They are 
both old and I don't think many people would think 
their bodies are attractive.

Anyways, I have honey blonde hair to the middle of my 
back. I am 4' 11" and weigh 91 lbs. You probably wanna 
know about my boobs? Well, they are really big. Ok? 
When I was 10, I had a bigger bra cup than my mom and 
they have gotten even bigger. I get a lot of looks from 
men and older boys. 

Men often talk to me about nothing, just so they can 
glance down into my shirt. My best friend Katie, is the 
one who noticed that. That may or may not be true, I 
don't know. However, I do know, that my boobs attract 
the older boys. Especially because, of the things they 
say to me and the names they call me. I actually like 
one of those names, "Juggs". 

I know, you are anxious to know, so I will just tell 
you... I wear a 30D bra. Yes... 30D and yes, I am only 
eleven. Other than my boobies, there is no doubt, I am 
only eleven. 

My waist is tiny and my hips are small.
People wanna call me a woman/child, but that wouldn't 
be accurate, unless you are looking at my chest. This 
story began with me, still a virgin, but not naive. I 
did some experimenting, with a couple of older boys and 
had a pretty good idea of what foreplay is and all the 
ways to have sex without having intercourse. 

I won't bore you with that stuff though. Instead, let 
me bore you with the first time I practiced what I 
knew, with a man. A man as old as my daddy. What you 
are about to read, began four days after Hurricane 
Wilma hit South Florida. Almost every one's power was 
off and the electric, company was doing everything it 
could to bring power back to everyone. 

A small business section, three blocks away, was lucky 
and their power was restored. In the midst of the 
businesses was a small park with a couple of outlets. 
My dad, being a very smart man, suggested that I take 
his and mom's cell phones down to the park and get them 
recharged. My dad isn't the only smart guy...There was 
another man there, about my dad's age, maybe a year or 
two older, charging his cell phone. There are two 
outlets, so we were both able to charge our phones with 
out any problems. 

That first day, all that was said between us was "hi". 
I did notice him looking my way a lot and taking 
glances at my chest. It was warm, with no air 
conditioning (as we didn't have any power). I was 
wearing a T-shirt, that showed some cleavage. Hey, 
don't get the wrong impression... I'm not a tease, but 
if a cute boy wants to look, I don't mind. 

CHAPTER 2

The next day, I was sent again to charge the cell 
phones and Peter, a man in his forties was there. He 
was also charging his phone again. I was walking toward 
the park and as soon as he saw me, he smiled and waved 
at me. That day, I had on a tight, red shirt, with an 
open neck line, that showed about 3/4 of my cleavage. 
It was early in the day and a little chilly, so I was 
also wearing a denim jacket, that was designed to stop 
just below my rib cage. It wasn't that cold, so I left 
it open. Oh, I also wore a denim mini skirt. 

As I plugged into the power, Peter initiated a 
conversation. We exchanged names and little tidbits 
about each other and he introduced himself as Peter and 
that is what I called him at first, but now, he is my 
Peter. He said he owned a couple of businesses, one was 
a business supply store, that was two blocks away. It 
didn't have any power yet either. You maybe asking why 
didn't he charge his phone through his car? I asked the 
same thing. 

Apparently, a tree had fallen on it. We did lots and 
lots of talking. I may have done a little lying. For 
example; I told him I was 17 and that I was a senior in 
high school. I liked it, that he believed me. By the 
way, Peter tried so hard, to be a true gentleman, but I 
continually caught him glancing at my chest. He would 
never just stare, but when he thought I was looking 
away he was getting in as many glances, as he could and 
yes I liked that too.

It was strange, but I didn't mind his age at all. A guy 
that rich, that important, good looking and his age, 
interested in me. It made me feel special. We ended up 
saying goodbye to each other and that, we would see 
each other, the next day. For the rest of the day, I 
thought about Peter and what I should wear for him on 
the following day. 

That night, I lay in bed wondering, if my Peter was 
married or if he had a girlfriend? Some how, I would 
have to ask him and find out. Not that I had a chance, 
I mean, I was 11 (well 17, as far as he knew) and he 
40. Why would he want me? True, I had a better set than 
most women, but that's all I had. Hmmm... I wonder if I 
have a chance. I mean, Peter sure was looking down my 
shirt, as often as he could. I was anxious to see Peter 
again. Those were the thoughts I had, as I fell asleep. 

***

Day six, since Hurricane Wilma hit, was day three of me 
meeting, at the park. South Florida still had 85% of 
the people without power, us included and hopefully 
Peter. I was lucky, because it was going to be hot 
today and my mom said I could dress, to stay cool. 

She said, it was ok to wear a bikini top. I picked out 
my red one, as Peter seemed to like the last red top I 
wore. I also wore the bottoms, but I used a same color 
knit wrap-around, that worked as a skirt. My mom said I 
looked older and like a lady in it, so she was ok with 
me going out, in public like that. Bikini top and all. 

I was walking to the park, to charge the phones again 
and so many guys in cars, were slowing down, taking 
good looks and honking. I knew I was putting on a good 
show, because I knew with each step my top heavy 
boobies were bouncing a little. I knew Peter would be 
happy. He was and it was obvious too. He made me so 
happy, because he kept saying "wow" and how pretty I 
looked and that I could be a model. (Men... Show 'em a 
little breast flesh and they go nuts. Huh?) 

Anyways, the shops and food places around us were open 
and Peter asked if he could buy me breakfast. Actually 
what he said was, "How about an impromptu date?" How 
about you letting me buy you breakfast?" 

I said yes. I won't bore you with all the details of 
that date, but as you probably know, Peter looked into 
my cleavage a lot. 

Sometimes as we were engaged in conversation, I again 
felt special. I had just had a date, with a man my 
daddy's age. As I walked home, with cars again slowing 
down and honking, I felt so giddy, I dropped off the 
cell phones and headed straight for Katie's, my best 
friend. I had to tell her everything. I had to tell 
someone and I knew I could trust her. Katie was happy 
to see me, as it had been three days since we last 
talked. 

We got permission, from her mom, to go walk around. 
Again, the cars slowed down and honked as they drove by 
us. A couple of times guys would pull up next to us and 
just want to talk. Katie said, the only time that ever 
happens is when I am around. I said, ah-huh and pointed 
out to her, how there were a bunch of seventh and 
eighth grade boys, who liked her. 

She explained that she was talking about men, grown men 
in cars and with money. I couldn't argue with her, it 
was true. Just as we were on that conversation, we 
walked in front of Peter's business supply store. Luck 
was on my side. Peter saw me and he motioned for us to 
come in. We did and I introduced him to Katie. 

While we were in there, it was obvious to Katie, that I 
liked Peter and that I was trying to make sure he liked 
me. When we left, she flooded me with questions and 
accusations. I never came right out and admitted that I 
liked him, but she knew. I mean, we have been best 
friends since we were in 1st grade, so why wouldn't she 
know? I explained how we met and told her almost every 
sentence of our conversations with each other. I even 
used the word date. (Actually I made sure to use the 
word date), in telling her about earlier in the 
morning. 

Katie was cool about it all and she let me finish. Then 
she started giving me a bad time about how I kept 
stretching and leaning over for him. Then she said 
something that really threw me. She said, "You better 
be careful Frankie. Your "boob man" is married." 

"MY boob man?" 

"Yeah, your "boob man", Katie said. "Those big, 
oversized eleven year old boobies of yours have 
attracted another man and you know it. Just like Mr. 
Fisher (math teacher), Mr. Cain (neighbor), Mr. Abrams 
(store owner), and Mr. Johns (soccer coach). They 
wanted it bad and so does he. It's so obvious Frankie, 
you can see it in his eyes. He even blushed when he 
realized I saw him taking a long stare at 'em." 

I said, "So?"

"So!" she said. "So... He is married and has two 
daughters. You know them, Kathy XXXXX, a girl a year 
ahead of us and Debbie, a girl a year younger than us. 
They go to my church." 

All I could say was, "oh." I was so bummed when Katie 
told me this and she could tell. 

"Look Frankie, you're a woman. Yeah, you're only 
eleven, but God made you a woman early. He blessed you 
with those D's. Hell our moms and older sisters are 
jealous of those and you know it too. Just be careful, 
don't let him hurt you." 

"Do you think I have a chance?" 

"Yeah," Katie responded. "It's pretty obvious. He was 
acting like a boy around you." There was a slight pause 
and then Katie said, "Frankie for real, with those, 
yeah you have a chance."

A real chance?" I asked. "Do you think he is too old?" 

Katie just smiled and kinda bit her lip and she nodded 
no. There was a sparkle in her eye and because of her 
response I got a sparkle in mine. I felt good again. A 
man, a real man and not a pervert or some loser wanted 
me. A man who would treat me right and treat me 
special... Every woman's dream.

CHAPTER 3

The next day was just as hot as the one before and mom 
let me leave the house wearing only a bikini top and 
short blue jean shorts. I couldn't wait to see Peter. I 
so hoped that he hadn't gotten his power back on. My 
luck continued, as he still didn't have power yet 
either. I went up to him, gave him a hug and a small 
kiss on his cheek. He asked what that was for and I 
explained that, that's what I do with all my friends. 
Friends... wrong word, that word friend. 

It started him asking me questions about Katie and my 
age. See... just like Katie knew him, he knew Katie. I 
guess introducing Katie to him wasn't exactly the 
smartest idea. I hated lying to Peter, but what could I 
do? I told him that she is a neighbor girl, who was 
sitting alone and feeling dejected and that I felt 
sorry for her, so I asked if she wanted to tag along. I 
told him that I know her older sister from school. 

He believed me, and the courtship continued. He gave me 
some money to get us some rolls and drinks. When I 
returned I sat right next to him and we shared with 
each other. It was intimate and we could easily be 
taken as a couple. He said if I wasn't doing anything 
today, I could go over to his store and hang out with 
him. He had gotten a big, portable generator and would 
have a little air conditioner running in his office. He 
offered pizza for lunch, I said it sounded good and I 
would probably be there.

I returned home to give mom and dad their cell phones. 
They were just getting ready to leave. I guess an uncle 
stopped by and said that grandma was having troubles 
and so they were going to go over there for a couple of 
days. They instructed me to behave and to mind my older 
brother and sister. (Talk about luck...huh?) Almost as 
soon as they left I took off to go be with Peter. 

I had a pretty good time with Peter. He taught me how 
to play backgammon and I think he let me win a couple 
of games. We ate the pizza and he asked if I wanted to 
go to the mall. (The malls had power after only four 
days and almost everyone was going to them.) He 
suggested going to a movie. 

As we looked through the paper to pick out a good 
movie, a couple of his employees showed up. He 
introduced me to them and they seemed nice but gave me 
funny looks. Anyways, we left and headed for the mall. 
Peter had rented a convertible whilst his Lexus was 
being repaired. 

It was a nice day and we drove with the top down. On 
the way, as I was fiddling with the radio, Peter made 
the comment that, this was our second date. I looked up 
at him and he smiled at me. I found a good station and 
moved myself next to him. He didn't say anything and I 
didn't either. 

We went to see 'Weather Man', an ok sort of movie. We 
got popcorn and a drink. We were there on a real date 
and as a real couple. Almost immediately into the 
movie, Peter put his arm around me and this prompted me 
to snuggle into him, as well as I could. I was in 
heaven. 

About five minutes later Peter started to caress my 
arm. Then it happened... His finger tips began 
caressing the side of my breast. I bit my lower lip 
just as Katie had done yesterday and thoughts ran 
through my head. I attempted to snuggle closer to Peter 
and twisted my torso, so that Peter could use more than 
just his finger tips to caress my breast. 

I was now positioned so that if he wanted, he could get 
a whole hand on my tit. Peter responded by going for 
it. He gave my tit a good feel and then said, "woops... 
sorry." I told him it was ok. He gave another squeeze. 
Katie was right, (I was glad she was). Peter was a 
"boob man". It took about ten minutes of caressing and 
I was suddenly beginning to get feelings of wanting to 
please Peter and to make out with him. 

I turned and looked up to him, as I did that, he 
lowered his lips to mine and we began to kiss. Oh my 
god! I was making out with a man, as old as my dad and 
it's exactly what I wanted to be doing at that time. It 
didn't matter that he was married or had kids my age. 
He was a hunk and he was MY hunk. I knew his wife, but 
I wasn't too worried about her, as I had bigger boobs 
than her. As long as Peter was interested in my 30 D's, 
he would be mine, all mine. 

The movie ended and Peter took me home. I told him to 
drop me off two blocks from where I actually lived. I 
wanted to have a chance to do some end of date kissing. 
Did I tell you that Peter is a great kisser? Well, he 
is and my head was swimming, as I got out of the car. I 
walked around to the driver's side to give him one last 
kiss goodbye, when Peter asked me if I would be his 
girlfriend. "Yes! YES! Yes!" I said. I left so happy 
and was smiling from ear to ear.

I figured I would have some answering to do when I 
walked through the doors. I was lucky no one was there. 
My sister and brother showed up about 20 minutes later 
and I was able to tell them that, I had been home all 
day. Of course once they got home and I knew I was in 
the clear, I took off to go see Katie. I couldn't wait 
to tell her about the day. Katie was so nice. 

She listened to everything and she seemed like she was 
truly happy for me. She did say something that seemed a 
little strange though. She said that she was somewhat 
surprised, because of how much of a Christian she knows 
Mr. XXXXX (Peter) is. I responded with, "Yeah but..." 
and I pulled my shoulders back and stuck out my chest. 

Katie looked right down into my bikini top and smiled 
and nodded her head up and down. She said, "Yeah your 
right." It would have been ok, except that Katie 
mentioned it one more time. She reiterated, that she 
just did know, that Peter was very loyal to Jesus and 
would be able to fight the temptation. 

I kinda got mad at her and asked her why she didn't say 
that yesterday. I reminder her that she said she 
thought I had a chance, because he might be a "boob 
man". She said, yeah, but that she had run into Kathy 
and Debra today and they told her about how next 
weekend he had reserved a weekend resort for their 
church. It was suppose to be a revival for all the 
church members to gain unity within their families. 
Wow! I felt so dejected. 

Katie said, she didn't want to tell me, but she thought 
I should know. I said, "What about the girlfriend thing 
though? Why would he ask if I would be his girlfriend?" 

Katie didn't have any answers for that, she just said 
that as tempting as my big boobies are she thought his 
devotion to God would be enough to fight the temptation 
they would give him. She asked if I wanted to stay 
over-night, but I said no thanks. I had to be alone and 
think all of this out. She understood. As I walked 
home, I decided I would just forget what Katie told me 
and act like I never knew. I would still be Peter's 
girlfriend.

CHAPTER 4

It's Tuesday. A whole week had gone by and still 60% of 
the county was without power including us. One benefit 
was that, there still no school. It was announced that 
there would be no school the rest of the week. Mom and 
dad were staying with grandma, so I would have some 
freedom too. Awesome, huh? I am in the midst of having 
a boyfriend (I hope). 

Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday were awesome. Peter 
and I would meet in the mornings each day started with 
a morning kiss and hug. We would eat breakfast together 
and then go to his store. His employees suspected 
things, but never knew, because we would be in Peter's 
office. 

We would only stay for an hour or two and then take 
off. We went to the beach once, a movie and clothes 
shopping for me, (my favorite) and horseback riding. 
The horseback riding was on Thursday. I had never done 
that before and it meant so much to me that, I decided 
to reward Peter during our daily make out session. 
Plus, it was Thursday and I was remembering what Katie 
had said about Peter reserving a whole resort this 
weekend, for a focus on families.

I decided if Peter was going to be gone this weekend, 
it wouldn't be his wife he would be thinking about, it 
would be me and my enormous hooters. While we were 
kissing and he had his hand under my shirt, feeling my 
tits. I knew now was the time. It was time for my shirt 
and bra to come off. Peter made me giggle with his 
response of "sweet Jesus". Then he held my face in the 
palms of his hands and he gave me an "I love you" kiss. 

That kiss lasted about two seconds and then Peter broke 
it and moved his intimacy to my breasts. Believe me 
when I say Peter is a "boob man". He spent the next 
fifteen minutes sucking and kissing and caressing them. 
He made the softest and sweetest moans, as if he was in 
heaven and he spoke the words, "I love you." 

I think he whispered those words at least three times. 
It was the first time I ever had my ta-ta's given any 
affection and to be honest, I loved it. It made me very 
horny. All I wanted to do was be as close to this man 
as possible. I held his head tight against my flesh and 
encouraged him to continue. 

I remember saying, "Yes, yes, suck on them Peter, 
Peter, Peter I want you." It was then that I started to 
hear him say the words I love you. There were times 
when he laid on me and I laid on him. I knew he was 
hard. I could feel it pressing into my thighs. Believe 
me when I say it was hard... hard, thick and long.

***

That night, I stayed awake replaying the day's events 
and remembering his gentle touches, my touches, his 
words, my words and even the way he enjoyed sucking on 
my boobs. I remembered his boldness and yet the grace 
he showed. But it was his cock, that incredible 
hardness he had between his legs that I remembered 
most. I wanted it so badly. 

What scared me was that, it might be too big for me. I 
mean, even though I can out do almost any woman in the 
boob area I'm still only eleven, 4' 11', and weigh less 
than 100 lbs. would it be possible for me to lose my 
virginity to him? I sure hoped so, it's what I desired 
and it was time to find out. 

Then I would realize that maybe all he wanted was to 
titty-fuck me. That would be ok but what I really 
wanted was, to lose my virginity to him. The next 
Friday, Peter and I met that morning like we had been 
for the whole week. He gave me the bad news that he 
would be gone until next Monday. He never said why he 
would be gone and I didn't ask. He remembered that 
school was supposed to resume on Friday, so he asked if 
I would stop by his store when school was over. I 
promised I would. So maybe Katie was right and maybe 
she wasn't. 

Maybe he was going on that retreat because it had been 
planned and he couldn't get out of it. He did ask me 
for my phone number, so he could call me. He promised 
to call me at least twice a day. That made me feel a 
little better. Plus, that Friday afternoon he did call 
me and said that he was already missing me. I asked him 
if it was me or my boobies. 

We both laughed at that and he said that he missed me 
and my boobs. We didn't get to do too much more talking 
because his wife was yelling for him. He promised to 
call later that night. The only other significant news 
for that day was that we got our power back that day. I 
stayed in the house waiting for his call. The whole 
weekend I waited for his call, but it never came. 

Each hour I waited and waited. I couldn't eat, I 
couldn't watch TV or read a book. All I did was 
listened to music and wrote Peter a really long letter 
about how much he meant to me. I even told him the 
truth about my age. I guess it was me who needed Peter 
and not him needing me. Well, by the time Monday 
morning finally came around, I was upset. I was anxious 
to see Katie so she could tell me about the retreat and 
why Peter didn't call. 

The news wasn't good. Katie told me that, Peter 
recommitted himself to God, his wife, and his family. 
That he stood up in front of everyone and confessed 
that this retreat is exactly what he needed. That he 
had shown a wandering eye and was being tempted by the 
flesh, he said that although he had not committed 
adultery he felt that, had the retreat not happened he 
would have. 

Katie said, the congregation, the pastor, his family 
and his wife were very proud of him and that, since he 
had not had sex, he should feel good and realize that 
all are tempted sometimes, but that he had beaten it. 
Then she said, Peter fell to his knees crying and asked 
Jesus to forgive him and for the Holy Ghost to give him 
strength. Holy shit, huh? Yeah that's what I thought 
too. I didn't know what to do and Katie wasn't any 
better. 

She said I should leave the man alone. It wasn't until 
Thursday that I finally got so frustrated that I 
skipped the last two class periods and went to Peter's 
store. When Peter saw me his face said it all. His eyes 
got big and he got a scared look in his face. He did 
ask me to his office and that caused a couple of looks 
by his employees, but who cared. I was only in there 
for ten minutes and I left crying. 

Peter told me everything that Katie had. Then he asked 
if I would pray with him, to God and a bunch of other 
Christian stuff. He said I had to let God in and Satan 
out and like I said a bunch of other Christian junk. I 
told him all I wanted to do was give him a letter, that 
I had written last weekend. I gave it to him and left 
crying. You would have cried too, had the one you love 
told you, that you are evil? But, this is not the end 
of the story...

CHAPTER 5

I was not going to give up without a fight. I asked 
Katie if I could go to church with her and her family. 
When I got there I immediately sought out Peter. I 
couldn't find him. Katie said that, that's what I was 
trying to tell you, he is a very committed to the 
church and to God. He has a very important position. He 
keeps the books and makes sure that the church 
functions properly. 

"So where is he?" I asked. 

She told me that since it was the first Sunday of the 
month, he would be in the pastor's office, doing all 
the paper work. The reason he worked in there is 
because, a speaker was hooked up in there and he could 
hear the whole church service whilst he did the books. 
She showed me where the office was. Five minutes after 
the service started, I told Katie I had to use the 
bathroom and I headed straight to where Peter was. 

Before I walked in, I undid a couple of buttons on my 
blouse and I took my bra off. I walked in holding it 
behind my back. When Peter looked up his eyes went 
straight to my chest. 

He said, "Frankie if I had known you were only eleven, 
I would never have done what I did." 

I asked, "Why? You weren't attracted to me?" 

He said, "Yes, but..."

I said, "So I'm not attractive to you anymore?"

"No, it's not that, you're... it's just... just... how 
did you have..." 

Like I said, his eyes were staring at my out-thrust 
chest. "Boobs?" I said. 

"Yeah."

"And how can they be so big?" I said.

"Yeah." 

As he was responding with his "yeahs", I walked around 
the desk and brought the bra out in front of him and 
threw it at him. It hit him right in his face. He held 
it up and looked at it and said wow. As he held it, I 
began unbuttoning the rest of my blouse and I started 
straddling Peter's legs. He tried to stop me and even 
pushed his chair away from me. 

Peter stared, asking for Jesus' help. I bent over and 
put my finger to his lips to quiet him. I said, "Peter, 
kiss me please." 

Peter's eyes were looking into my shirt, into the 
valley my boobs created, as I bent over. This gave me 
the idea to sway side to side creating a pendulum type 
action that seemed to hypnotize Peter. But I think 
Peter was more impressed with me only being eleven. He 
kept muttering, "How? How can they be so big, she is 
only eleven?" 

I told him to touch 'em and he did. I had him!

He lifted my boobs in his palm and I finished taking my 
blouse off. I leaned closer to Peter's face, 
positioning my boobs right in front of his face. He 
responded by kissing and sucking on them. I straddled 
his lap and let him continue feasting on my tit flesh. 
I held his head close and gave him words of 
encouragement. "Do it Peter. Love me. Love your little 
big-boobed girl." 

OMG! I must've hit a nerve because Peter moaned, the 
sucked a little harder and leaned back a little more 
and pulling me with him. He was making comfort room for 
his cock. But of course this was uncomfortable and we 
weren't in that position long. Raising his lips to 
mine, Peter started kissing me and he lifted the two of 
us up and carried me to the couch. As soon as I touched 
the floor I reached for Peter's pants. He started to 
help me and I realized, mine had to come off too. 

OMG! It was going to happen! I was going to do it! I 
was going to lose my virginity to this man. YES! He 
started kissing me again in only panties and Peter 
without his pants. As we resumed our kissing, I could 
hear the pastor reading some scripture from the bible. 
It was something about adultery. That stirred up 
memories from the last weekend and I no longer wanted 
to make love with Peter. I wanted to seduce him.

I positioned my boobs in front of his face again. He 
took the bait. I let him really get into it. It was as 
though he was in heaven. He buried his face into my 
flesh and spoke whispering sounds. I did the same. 

I whispered, "Oh Peter, Yes Peter. Love me Peter." 

He responded with, "Baby I do." 

That's when I decided it was time to spring it on him. 
I had held his head tight to my flesh, but now I was 
letting up some. As I did, I continued to whisper, but 
not as soft. It was with a whisper of concern. "Peter, 
what about your wife?" 

"Fuck my wife." 

"What about God?" 

Peter said, "Fuck him too." 

"Oh Peter, are you sure?" 

He whispered in the same tone I was using, "O'lil baby 
yes I'm sure. I need you. I have to have you." 

I knew I had him, but I had to hear it one more time. I 
asked him to say fuck God again and he did. He said it 
a little louder and he said it twice the second time he 
said it as he went back to bury his face into my boobs. 
I couldn't help but be happy. I lifted my chin and 
pulled his head deeper into my bosoms. I said, "Yes 
Peter, yes say it again." 

He spoke the words with his mouth filled with my left 
boob. "Fuck God!" he said again. It was a clear 
pronunciation. As he said these words, I opened my eyes 
and saw Katie at the doorway. She had her hand over her 
mouth and it looked like her eyes were ready to bug 
out. 

I looked at her and gave a big smile. The smile wasn't 
for her, it was because, I felt so wicked at the time, 
and feeling wicked felt so good. Then Peter did what he 
did, when we were on the chair. He looked to kiss me on 
the lips while pulling me on top of him so, that we 
were lying on the couch.

I could feel his hardness. I could feel that big, old 
piece of meat just waiting to be given freedom. There 
was some Christian hymn in the background now, not 
romantic at all, but I didn't care. Remember, it wasn't 
love anymore, it was pure, wanton lust and a desire to 
seduce this Christian man. 

I was able to get my panties off and I reached for his 
cock. Gawd, it was big. I had a full grasp of it, but I 
guess my hands were too tiny, because they didn't even 
reach the whole way around. All the time I knew Katie 
was there watching. I wondered if she thought her Mr. 
XXXXX was loyal to his wife and his only one week old, 
renewed vows to her and to God now. 

I had mixed emotions. I wanted to humiliate him, but 
yet I was horny and thinking about that cock. I had to 
get it in me. I wanted so bad to experience the 
sensation or should I say, sensation. I pushed the head 
into my opening. It was big... Very big. The head of 
his hard penis was just as thick as the shaft. I didn't 
know how it would ever fit. 

I was determined and I tried to guide it in. Peter 
kinda took it from there. He would thrust up into me, 
slow and easy, getting slightly deeper and deeper with 
each upward thrust. It was amazing, I don't understand 
how the female body works, but it is magical. As Peter 
was being gentle and going little by little, I started 
to create a fluid to assist. Plus, my opening seemed to 
realize what was happening and it widened its doors. I 
could feel more and more of him. Truth be told, Peter 
is huge and fucking him hurt. 

Peter, himself made a comment about it. He said, "Oh 
God, you're so tight." Of course I think that was a 
comment of passion, rather than observation.

Now it was up to me, if my cherry was going to pop. I 
had to do it. Plus, I was driven by my a wanton desire 
that was driving me crazy. I don't know how much of 
Peter was in me, but I could feel the head of his cock 
pushing at my hymen. He was probably only a fourth or 
fifth of the way in (that's how big his cock is). I sat 
up a bit, so that I could make a final plunge downward. 
In this position, Peter was able to use his hands and 
knead into my tits. I looked down into his eyes and 
asked him if he loved me. 

His hands continued to squeeze and he said, "Yes, Yes 
Frankie I love you." As he spoke those words, I thrust 
myself downward. I tried to be quiet, but the pain 
caused me to grunt and moan for about two seconds. Then 
the fucking continued. 

It didn't take long and the pain turned into pleasure. 
It was incredible. The most incredible thing I have 
ever experienced. I will never forget it. This man, my 
man, Peter, we were one. There was unity between us 
that I never knew could exist. Peter's hands were still 
squeezing my tits and he was saying stuff that left me 
with no doubt that, if I had been a normal eleven year 
old girl he wouldn't be making love to me right now. 

As he squeezed he said, "Frankie, Frankie, you big-
boobed goddess. Oh Frankie, I love your body. These big 
huge boobs... they are incredible. My big boobed eleven 
year old child." 

My body was in the same motion it was when we were 
horseback riding. My hair was dancing and when I leaned 
over Peter whilst kneading my tit flesh. It hung down 
and danced among his arms. I looked Peter in the eyes 
and asked him, "Am I better than your wife?" 

He said, "You are my wife." Then he moved his hands 
from my boobs and let me collapse onto him. My chest on 
his, thrust against him, my boobs squashed with tit 
flesh, having to seek release along the sides. Our lips 
met and the kiss we exchanged was the greatest kiss I 
have ever had.

We were locked into each other and continued our 
fucking. Then I heard it. The intercom was sounding 
with the pastor's sermon. I heard it, because the 
pastor mentioned Peter's name and he spoke about the 
commitment and example for the whole congregation, that 
Peter had made the previous weekend. I broke the kiss 
and whispered into his ear. 

I said, "Peter you're sinning." 

He whispered back, "I know. Ain't it awesome?" 

"What about God?" 

"He don't matter, you do." 

"What about your wife?" 

"I don't want her, I want you." 

"Oh Peter cum in me, please cum, please... do it now." 

We started fucking harder and within 20 or 30 seconds 
Peter gave me his seed. As he did, he kinda froze and 
his whole body went rigid. I could feel his ejaculation 
and as he shot gob after gob of semen into me and I 
hugged him as close tight to me as possible. We laid 
there for about 20 seconds, Peter grunting and shooting 
the last of his seed into me. It was then, that I 
remembered Katie. I looked up and saw her with that 
same smile I had, had about fifteen minutes earlier. 
Then she mouthed to me "U R so bad..." 

Peter started to get up and Katie disappeared. As Peter 
popped out of me and he sat up he became aware of the 
sermon, we both did. Plus, the pastor was yelling into 
the mic at this time. The pastor was talking about how 
sinful lust and adultery is. I asked Peter if he had 
any regrets. He kissed me and said, "No. I meant it 
when I said you're my wife now." 

I asked him what that meant. He said, that it meant he 
would not have sex with her anymore. That, from now on, 
it would only be me. He kissed me again and said for me 
to get dressed, that soon after the sermon, the ushers 
would be bringing the offering plates, with all the 
money. 

I did get dressed, but as I did I couldn't help but 
notice the crucifix that was on the wall. I looked at 
it and I couldn't help but be proud. My wickedness 
defeated it and Peter's ridiculous pledge. I purposely 
left my bra off and I hid it between the couch 
cushions. Peter was tying his shoes and I walked over 
to give him one last kiss.

I went back to sit with Katie. We looked at each other 
and she did that 'Peter biting, of the lip smile'. She 
again mouthed to me that I am so bad. I mouthed back to 
her, "Do you believe it?" 

She responded with, "No! He is a Christian!" 

I smiled big at her and said, "Not no more." 

The congregation was singing "Onward Christian 
Soldiers" and Katie looked into the hymnal for about 5 
seconds, before asking me, "Is that why you did it?" 

I nodded my head up and down and mouthed the word, 
"yep." 

The service finally ended and I wanted to be even more 
wicked, so I made it a point to meet Mrs. XXXXX. I 
shook her hand and told her that I thought she was so 
lucky to be married to such a handsome man. She gave me 
a curious look and she said, that she was glad I was so 
young, otherwise I might be a temptation to her 
husband. Of course she looked at my chest, as she said 
that. 

I was about to ask her what that was suppose to mean, 
when the pastor came up to us and asked who I might be. 
He said, he noticed me come in, right after he had 
finished his sermon. I introduced myself to him and I 
actually think he was kinda cute. He looked in his mid 
30's and I wouldn't doubt if he worked out. 

I think I'll be coming back to this church a few more 
times.

END

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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.
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