("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2010. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My First Cock by Anonymous (address withheld) *** A young woman earns her allowance money the old- fashioned way. (M/f, ped, oral, anal, inc) *** I remember the first time my lips ever touched a cock: it was warm and soft against my skin, even though it was rigid. A trickle of translucent goo peeked out of the tip, moistening my lips. I licked them, and was rewarded for my curiosity with an oddly salty taste that I've come to enjoy. But I'm probably getting ahead of myself here. I was young, just entering puberty. My chest had blossomed into a pair of small, nearly-flat breasts topped with soft pink nipples. My mother promised that they'd get bigger and I'd soon grow out of my training bra, but they never did. The bra always felt weird to me, so I stopped wearing it after a couple of months. I was a lanky kid, slender and lean, and I used to get teased a lot. I wanted to buy some new clothes so I could look more like the other girls, and less like I was wearing my brother's hand-me-downs. It was the middle of summer, and I knew I'd need to have my wardrobe in order before school started if I wasn't going to be a pariah. Early one morning, I caught both of my parents in the kitchen having breakfast before my dad left for work. My parents always said I should be direct with them, so I just came out and asked for an allowance. Mom and dad just looked at each other, sharing a little smirk. "Sure", they both said. "But you'll have to do some chores." I shrugged and agreed, and we haggled about prices. Dad offered $20 a week if I did chores for him, then mom surprised both of us by haggling him up to $50. I couldn't believe it: fifty dollars a week! Dad seemed hesitant at first, but finally agreed, with the condition that I'd have to do some "special" chores to earn that much. Mom just smiled, and said that I should get started. She reached down into my father's lap and unzipped his pants, then into his boxers and pulled them both down to his ankles. "Sweetie, you should get undressed now." she said. "Before your father changes his mind about this deal". Now, I knew full well what they had in mind. I'd been sneaking into their bedroom to read dad's porn mags and steal my mom's vibrator for about a year by that point. I'd never actually done anything though, so I was a little nervous. Still, I wanted that money, so I quickly whipped off my t-shirt, drawing a 'tsk' from my mother when she noticed that I wasn't wearing my training bra. I kicked off my shoes but didn't bother with my socks, since I was in a hurry. I was wearing shorts that day, a baggy pair that I'd inherited from my brother. I figured that my dad wanted me totally naked, so I pulled down my panties as well, then took off my glasses and left them on the table. By that point my dad was standing up with his pants around his ankles. He was in pretty decent shape, I guess, but I wasn't really paying attention to that; he's my dad, after all. His cock was sticking straight out, angled upwards a little and dark red. I think he mentioned something about having to start shaving his balls again. My mother led me to the chair that he'd been sitting in, and then I felt my father's strong right hand take hold of me, gripping the top of my head. "Open your mouth" he said, his voice sounding a little more excited than usual. He thrust his hips forward, and that was the first time I felt it: a hard cock pressing against my lips, demanding entry. I opened my mouth and he slipped inside quickly, filling my cheeks and pushing up against the back of my throat. I gagged and tried to push him back a little, and in the corner of my eye I could see my mother shaking her head with disappointment. Then I felt the sharp sting of my father slapping me in the face. "No hands unless I tell you!" he growled at me. I was shocked, because my father never growled. My mother just smiled and moved off to the side. I thought that she was leaving, but she came back a few minutes later with her vibrator and sat down, pleasuring herself while she watched us. By that point my dad had tied by hands behind the chair with my socks, which he gleefully peeled off of my feet. Once he had me secured he sent a few minutes sucking on my toes, rolling them around in his mouth and snaking his tongue between them. It ticked terribly, but I didn't complain, because I still wanted the money. I could see the clock from where I was sitting, and I knew that he only had another 30 minutes before his carpool arrived. When he was done with my feet, he started rubbing my breasts with his large, powerful hands, sliding his cock across them as well and leaving a slimy trail of pre-cum on my chest. I didn't mind the sliminess at all; it'd wash off a lot faster than I'd spend 50 dollars, after all. He rubbed the oozing tip of his throbbing cock all over my face, up and down my neck, slapping me with it playfully for several minutes until I felt his hand on top of my head again. "Open." he commanded. I opened up again, trying to brace myself for the intrusion. It didn't really work. His cock forced its way down my throat, clumsily bumping against my mouth until he found the right angle. I gagged and coughed, and even turned red a couple of times when I couldn't breathe, but he didn't seem to pause for a second. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine all of the stuff I could buy with what he was going to pay me. He fucked my throat raw, thrusting hard and fast, then slowing down occasionally to catch his breath. By my count, it was ten minutes before he finally came, pulling out of my throat at the last minute to fill my mouth with his semen. I swallowed it without him having to ask me; I mean, it only made sense. I was tied to the chair, so I couldn't really spit it anywhere but on myself, and swallowing it didn't seem much worse than spitting it onto my chest at that point. The carpool wasn't going to arrive for another ten minutes, but he pulled up his pants and untied me. Taking my hand, he led me upstairs to the master bedroom and told me to bend over on the bed. I did as he asked, thinking that maybe he was going to fuck me quick before his ride arrived. I spread my legs wide and thrust my ass into the air, expecting a hard, warm cock. Instead, I felt something cold and gooey on my anus. It started to spread, drawn down by gravity, but his fingers spread it all around my ass instead. Then I felt something hard begin to press against my anus, pushing its way inside. I looked over my shoulder and saw my dad pushing a butt plug into my ass. "Keep this in there until lunch, then have your mother pull it out." he said, pressing the plug deep into my ass until the slender silicone toy had gone in to the hilt. We both heard his carpool downstairs honking, and he hurried down to leave for work. I gingerly rolled out of the bed and waddled out of the room. The plug hadn't really hurt going in, but it felt slightly uncomfortable, filling me in a way I wasn't used to. Every time I moved I was afraid that it would fall out, so it was several minutes before I found myself in the kitchen again. My mother was there, eating a bowl of oatmeal. A familiar muffled buzz told me that she was still using the vibrator. I looked around the kitchen and realized that my clothes were gone. "Your father said you're going to wear that plug until lunch, and then I'll pull it out of you. I don't want you getting lube on your clothes, so you'll stay naked until I pull the plug out and you have a shower," she said matter-of-factly. I shrugged and poured myself a bowl of cereal. At least I wouldn't have a boring summer. 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 67