("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Yasmine Wins by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** An underage girl and a young boy find lust and happiness together. (mf-teens, youths) *** Yasmine looked at the full-length mirror and made a face. Nothing special, she thought, I don't get it. Everybody was saying how beautiful she was, how she had matured and stuff, lost her baby fat, grown so tall and pretty. So she wasn't soft, had a waistline and her jugs were certainly bigger and she had hips, sort of anyhow, and her butt was round and hard, but there she was, nearly six feet tall now, 135 gawky pounds and, if hadn't been for a mistake two years ago, a virgin. She smiled at the mirror and thought about how her Uncle Dave looked when he discovered he was in the wrong bed. She lifted her chin and petted her soft belly bulge and right down to her freshly shaved labia, parting her unsullied sex lips, well, almost, thumbing at her clitoral hood. She spread her legs and tilted up her pelvis, both hands stroking, eyes closed, enjoying fully, getting wet, seeking that special spot inside with her little fingertip as her clit popped out and throbbed. They had been at the beach, Yasmine recalled, as she slipped her fingertip upward and hooked it inward, her thumb caressing her tiny clit button while she squeezed her dough-soft breast, and she was asleep, or almost asleep, when her uncle crawled into bed with her, naked and horny, poking her legs with his hard prick. She had started to say something when he kissed her. She was almost sure of that. Yasmine pinched her nipple firmly and closed her eyes. He wasn't the first guy to kiss her, but her sure was the first naked guy with his cock sticking out like a baseball bat. Smelling of beer and tasting of tobacco, Uncle Dave rolled her to her back, settled between her long legs and licked her right tit as his thumbs spread her open. And then he was in her before she could even squeal, the head of his ram feeling as big and hard as a golf ball and tearing her open. She was sure she had made some sort of noise as he plowed through her little interior membrane and rammed a half-foot of man meat into her. She tried to remember and smiled when she could not, shivering with the pleasure she was giving herself with her fingers. Yasmine had been eleven when her favorite uncle, thinking he was getting into his sister's bed, raped his niece. He must have known she was a virgin after the fact, after the first ram, must have felt the blood on his shaft, but if he did it did not seem to bother him. After the first painful humping, which was rather brief and ended with three or four very deep ejaculations, Uncle Dave rolled his niece over and enjoyed her two more times from behind before he fell asleep beside her, thoroughly fucked out, holding her to him spoon fashion. The pre-teen beauty just lay there, shocked, hurt and excited, the snoring man's cockhead still touching her buttocks, his calloused hand on her breast. She had never imagined, never even dreamed of being used that way. She had read the stories and looked at the web sites, seen men with huge members bouncing on willing girls in various positions, but her developing body was certainly not ready. So she lay there, eyes open and replayed the three fuckings in her mind, hearing her uncle grunt, feeling the plunging head of his phallus inside her, her flesh parting, quivering, rippling. Eventually she slept, but early in the morning when the sky was barely pink, he woke her, kissing her ear and touching her nipple. "Oh Yasmine," he had sobbed, "I'm so sorry," he mouthed her shoulder and then her breast, neck and then her mouth as he pulled her to him, tonguing her deeply, "I didn't mean to do it, honest." Some hard kisses and his hand between her legs, probing, "I hope I didn't hurt you." He petted her pussy gently and then licked it a couple of times. And then he was on top of her and then he was into her again, way up into her with his morning erection, and he was pumping and pumping and pumping. The bed squeaks is what had brought her mother into the room. But now Yasmine was thirteen and just thinking about Uncle Dave and what he did to her and with her and in her, made her wet and warm. She remembered wrapping her long legs around him that morning. Her hands came to her high, full breasts; squeezed and caressed, tweaking out her bulging nipples, what her mother had called her puffies. She knew how men and boys looked at her now and she was aware that they liked to bump into her in the community pool and grab at her swimsuit and that her mother had made her get two new bikinis because she had outgrown the ones that fit when she was twelve. They were, the woman at Vickie's said with a grin, now thirty-four Cees. Yasmine knew they were handfuls and that if she licked and sucked gently at her big nipple she could excite herself to gasping pleasure. Her mother had shaved her groin this spring and again last week for the new swimsuits, petting her bulging pudenda and praising her tight- lipped vulva, urging her to stay clean, to wait, to not let boys use her. But her mother had lovers, lots of lovers. She even took the boy that cut the grass to her bed. Yasmine had listened to their vigorous lovemaking and fingered herself to a small, shivering orgasm when her mother cried out in joy and lust. Her mother was the personal assistant and mistress of a very rich businessman in the city who sometimes brought visitors to their small home, men who looked at her with hunger, but who ended up in her mother's bed along with her boss. The girl wondered how her mother did two men at the same time. I'll get him, she decided suddenly, laughing, the grass cutter, turning sideways to admire her butt and going up on her toes, imagining what it was going to feel like. I can hear the mower and Mom's not home. He must be could or she wouldn't use his body. She pulled on her ratty jeans shorts, the tiny, raggedy ones that fit tight last year, and pulled them up until they hurt and nearly disappeared in her crack and then yanked one of her brother's college t-shirts over her curly head, her mind made up. She found her scissors and cut off the bottom half of the shirt so that it bared her smooth middle and barely covered her full breasts' lower sides. She liked the way her big jugs bounced when she hurried down the stairs and felt her nipples hardening, displaying themselves under the thin cloth, poking upward and outward. Billy saw her come out and sit on the back steps, long legs wide spread, pointed jugs stretching the cloth between them, inviting. He tried to ignore her as he finished the back yard, but she was very hard to ignore, six feet of wet dream with about an inch of denim between her plump thighs. Then he trotted past her, went into the kitchen and got himself a drink of water. The tall girl came and stood just behind him. When he turned, there she was, breasts nearly touching his chest, lips parted, smiling. She licked her lips and wriggled. "Hi, Billy, do me a favor?" "Sure, kid," he said, aware that the luscious youngster was taller that he was and had as hot a body as he had ever seen. She put her arms about his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him open mouthed, just the way she had seen girls doing on the porn videos. His tongue slipped into her mouth and he grasped her butt and crushed her to him. She could feel his boy thing. It was already big and hard. She wondered if it stayed that way. The panting girl wiggled down her old shorts and kicked them away as Billy pulled her chopped-off t- shirt over her head and watched her big mounds bounce. He turned her about and she spread her feet and stripped away her thong as she put her hands down on the kitchen table, scared, breathing fast, heart racing, vulva quivering and moistening. He laid his monster cock in her ass crack, grasped both her breasts in his hard hands and whispered as he squeezed, "How old are you, sweetie?" Yasmine couldn't speak she was so excited, feeling the huge cockhead rub her spine. She nodded and gasped out, "Do it, do it." Billy's blunt glans found a very tight-lipped entrance, and he wished he had gotten her to lick his prong. He spit in his hand, greased his massive woman pleaser and screwed in its eager head, rising on his toes and lifting her. Her folds yielded. The hard- ridged head popped in; he had her, another one to add to his list of virgins. He felt the labia close behind his ram and flexed it. "I didn't hear you, how old?" he asked, an inch in and jerking about. "Yah, yah," gasped the girl as he nudged super sensitive places she did not know existed. "Ahh, oh godgodgod!" she sobbed and her forehead went right down to the table as Billy pushed in a couple of thick inches, turning her labia inward and parting her flesh. "Oh good, so good," the girl sobbed, shivering with pleasure and need. "More, more." "How old, come on, tell me," he demanded as he backed an inch and then gave her half his length. "Thirteen," she sobbed. "I'm thirteen. Oh. That's so good, deeper, deeper." Billy yanked it out quickly, turned her around and put her down on her knees. He laid his thick, blood hot member between her lovely breasts, smiled down at her and said, "Push `em together, honey." "No, no," she sobbed, doing as he asked, "I need it. I'm thirteen, that's old enough." It was as good and exciting a tit fuck as Billy had ever enjoyed and when he felt his balls contracting and his juices flowing, he said, "Open your mouth, honey," and gave her several thick ropes of his hot semen. Her tongue emerged to lick of the last drop and then she managed to get to her feet as he returned to his job, putting his well-satisfied prick away. The girl drank some water, pulled on her chop-top shirt and then went back to sit on the porch steps, her pussy dripping. She realized that he had come to her house on a bike, not in a car, and smiled, excited. She would get him yet, get him back in her. She shivered. When Billy finished, he put the mower away and came and sat beside her. "It's not fair," she sobbed, sniffing. He patted her muscular thigh. "You're right. But it's the law." "How old are you?" she asked with a sigh. "Fifteen," he said, "just last week." "See, see," she said. "Same as me, you're not legal either." He nodded, tempted and willing to take a chance for this ripe beauty. "Let's go upstairs," he suggested, licking his lips and smiling as he felt his cock tremble. She nodded quickly. "Good idea. Momma won't be home until late." They showered together and two hours later showered again, both of them thoroughly satisfied. She became one of Billy's favorite girlfriends. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75