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(Mf, ped, reluc, 1st, oral, anal) *** It's raining. I'm running in an orchard. Suddenly I bump into him. He looms over me, at least six feet tall. His blond hair is soaking wet in this storm. I can barely see the blue of his eyes through the rain. We run into a nearby windmill. It's very cold. We strip out of our wet clothes, down to our underwear, and try to build a fire. It doesn't work. There are two candlesticks and a match. He lights one of them. The match goes out before he can light the other. It's getting darker outside. We huddle together for warmth. The thought that this could be wrong (he's more than twice my age, at least) doesn't occur. I move a little, uncomfortable on the hard floor. I accidentally brush him, slightly, in between the legs. He seems to notice. His breathing becomes just a little shallow. I wonder if perhaps I've aroused him. I tell him that I think I've seen another match on the floor. He goes to look. I follow. He says he can't see anything. I reach by him, touching it again through his boxers... and say it must have been a trick of the light. I can tell it really did affect him. There's a growing bulge in his shorts now. Idly, I wonder what it looks like. I decide to try and play innocent so he'll show me. I ask him what's in his pants. He looks startled. I pretend not to understand. He says that when I accidentally touched him... but then stops. I ask him again. He tells me, reluctantly. I pretend to be simply curious and ask him if I can see. He quickly refuses me, saying it's wrong. My curiosity is growing faster. I tell him it doesn't matter, since nobody is here with us and nobody can see us. He still refuses. I decide to get rid of the act. I stroke him through his damp shorts. I can feel the hardness of it. He groans, in pleasure, I assume. I stroke it again. He groans again. He tells me to stop, but only very feebly. I know I have him now. Running my hand up and down between his legs, I try to take it out of its cloth prison. He makes a move to stop me, but I'm too intent on my prize to quit now. The moment I free it, his cock leaps up, hard and erect. I've never seen a real one so close before. I'm not good with measurements but I think it has to be at least seven inches. Probably more. I gasp in astonishment. My hand is still gripping the throbbing organ. He just groans. I stroke it again. I've seen pictures, read stories... but never held a real one before. It feels firm and smooth in my hand. Briefly I visualize myself sucking on the magnificent thing. The vision goes away but it doesn't seem like such a bad idea. I lower my head... and put it in my mouth. Fritz just groans even louder. I think he's definitely enjoying this, even if he doesn't want to. His cock fills my mouth. I suck on it, swirling my tongue around the head. I read somewhere that guys enjoyed that. I also read about something called "deep throating". I wonder if he'd like that. I try to gulp down his hard pole but it proves harder than I'd thought. Meanwhile I'm still running my hands up and down the length of him, gently pushing his balls with every stroke. He makes more sounds of pleasure. Something is different though. This time he sounded... strange. His hands have flow to my head. He's pushing me down on his cock, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper. At first I'm frightened, but I have to remind myself that I started it. In fact, I'm actually starting to enjoy pleasuring him like this. Knowing that he's married... with children... only adds to the excitement. He finishes by holding my head close, and cumming in my mouth. I've never tasted cum before. His cock is too far down my throat to really allow my tongue to reach any of it though. A hint of saltiness, then it's gone. He takes himself out of my mouth. It proves to be messy. His seed sticks to him, and dribbles down my face when he removes himself. I can taste it much better now. It's only unpleasant until I get used to it. Between his legs it's gone somewhat limp. He says he's sorry that he did that, and that it's wrong, and never should have happened. I tell him I don't mind. I confess that I actually enjoyed it. I can see by his face that he's relieved... and yet worried... by my answer. It's probably just his conscience. I'm past caring. I touch his inert tool. He tells me not to, says it's true he found pleasure in my mouth, but that we can't do it again. I ignore his protests. I have something else in mind for him. I grab his cock and stroke it furiously. It's up again quickly. Once again he's swallowed by the pleasure of it. While he's leaning back, closing his eyes, I quickly remove my underwear. I position myself above his upright erection, and plunge myself down onto it. At first the feeling is painful. After a while, though, the pain ebbs away and I'm left with a feeling of fullness. It feels good. He opens his eyes, and, seeing me impaled on his cock like a vampire on a stake, he panics. He tries to get up, but only manages to get himself buried deeper within me. I work myself up an inch, then down. I can see that he's fighting the idea of just letting me do what I want. I have him pinned to the floor though. He can't move without shifting himself inside of me, which would increase the pleasure and decrease his willpower to stop. I slide myself up and down again, coming up two inches this time, then plunging back down. Three inches up. Three inches down. Four. Five. I can't seem to get his last two inches inside of my twitching cunt. What's there feels glorious though. Faster I go. He squirms, but doesn't resist. I almost feel like his massiveness could tear me apart. He's the first I've ever had. I tried once before, with a carrot. I'd pretended it was him, and slid it in and out of my cunt as fast as I could go. I'd only gotten that in five inches, too. Back to the present. It seems he's finally given in. Or should I say, taken over. His instincts seem to drive him and he grabs my hips and slams me down on his hard tool. Gasping through the pleasure, I realize I now have six inches in me. He lifts me, and slams me down again. Seven inches. He repeats this several times, almost taking himself out of me, then plunging me down his whole length. I've never felt anything this good before. I never want it to end. After a few more frenzied strokes, however, he stops. He's fully inside of me now. I look at his face. It's the same expression as last time, when he came in my mouth. It barely registers before I feel something hot leaping out of the fullness inside of me. Slowly I take myself off of his cock. His cum empties out of me in a white flood. It runs down my inner thighs and legs, hot and sticky. I reach inside myself and dip my finger into some of it. I put it on my tongue. I can taste it... along with something sweet. I guess it must be me. Lost in my thoughts, I don't notice him moving. When I finally see him he has the unused candlestick in one of his hands. I ask him what he's doing. He says that I started it, and I'll have to finish what I started. He walks over to me quickly, and puts his hand on my still dripping cunt. I sigh, half shivering. He puts a finger inside me. I try to get it deeper, but he withdraws it. Then something colder, harder is pushed into me. I look down and see that he's stuffing he with the candlestick. The second of shock is replaced by intense pleasure as he begins fucking me with it. In and out, faster and faster. I close my eyes and don't see him moving behind me. Suddenly I feel something. The candlestick is still inside me, moving in and out at light speed, so I ignore it and focus on the pleasure instead. I feel it again. His free hand is on my ass, parting it. Something inside my head says no, but the rest of my body says yes. Now he's rubbing a finger on my thigh, covering it with our combined juices. He eases it into my ass. I gasp, half in surprise and slight pain. He begins to move the finger in and out, slowly. After a while it starts to feel good. I give in to the feeling, the candlestick working on my cunt and his finger penetrating me from behind. The finger is soon replaced by something much larger. He slides his cum soaked cock into my ass, very slowly so as not to cause me pain. It feels mildly uncomfortable at first. As he speeds up however, I think I can understand why some women like this. The feeling is still a bit odd, but it's starting to become pleasurable. I open my mouth- and he jams his fingers in. Somewhere along the way they got splattered with cum; mostly his. I suck them until they're clean, then gently bite them. I'm too busy get fucked in all my holes to care what he's doing. In the back of my mind the little voice is screaming that he's violating me, but then another little voice tells it to shut up and stop being a hypocrite and they both fall silent. He stops moving the candlestick, and I can feel him grow rigid. It can only mean he's going to cum again. I'm right, and moments later I feel him shooting his seed into my ass. Again and again he spurts, filling me up with the creamy white jizz. He takes everything out of me then, and sits down on the floor, exhausted. I half sit, half collapse, next to him. I can feel his hot cum still dripping off my body. He leans over- and kisses me. I find it funny that I've lost my virginity before my first kiss. But it doesn't matter. I kiss him back, and feel him sliding a finger into me again. My cunt muscles suck at it, inviting it deeper. He pulls it out and in a few times, then takes it out and puts it in my mouth. I lick it obediently. My cum is sweet, unlike his. Tired, I fall asleep on his shoulder. When I wake up it's morning. He's gone. There's a note on the floor that says thanks, and that he'll see me again at the volunteer organization where we're staying to work. I notice that there's fresh cum between my legs. It looks like he had one last go before he left. I put a finger into it, suck the cum off, and smile. Maybe this volunteer thing wasn't such a bad idea after all. END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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 51