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Day at the Beach
by Caitlyn Mary Adams (caitlyn_a@hotmail.ca)

***

A church group trip to the beach one afternoon turns 
sinful as the youth pastor and I are introduced to 
some carnal, life changing urges. (M/f-teen, ped, 1st, 
mast, rom)

***

Author's Note: My name's Caitlyn. I've been called 
lots of things: slut, whore, easy, skank, boyfriend 
stealer…you get the picture, but really I just like to 
think of myself as sexually explorative.

***

Like I said, my name's Caitlyn and this story happened 
the summer I turned 13. My birthday's in the middle of 
September and toward the end of August my church's 
youth group decided to go up to the lake for a day at 
the beach.

I suppose I should describe myself a little bit. At 
the time I would never have called myself "hot", but I 
knew that I had a decent body. My legs were long and 
nicely shaped. Above them was my butt that had already 
gotten me more than a few glances from boys in my 
class and even from a few older guys (needless to say 
I've always considered my butt one of my favorite 
assets). My stomach was nice and flat with virtually 
none of the baby fat appearance that some girls my age 
hadn't quite lost. My boobs were a small A-cup, 
basically like someone cut a nice orange in half and 
stuck the halves on my chest. I never thought of my 
boobs as anything worth a guy looking at, but I knew 
they'd grow because my mom and her sister both have 
great chests (mom being a big D-cup and my aunt even 
bigger) and I would probably follow. But at the time 
all I had was my little orange halves. My skin was 
soft with an okay tan from a summer spent mowing the 
lawn and swimming and my hair as always was long, 
thick, and a rich dark brown.

So there we all were at the beach. There were about 
twenty of us with a good mix between guys and girls. I 
wasn't quite super confident in my body so when it 
came time to change I decided to go with just my 
bikini top on top and some swim shorts over my bikini 
bottoms. Some of the other girls wore just their 
bikinis (some of which were more than a little 
immodest) while other girls had tankinis on and there 
were even a few one-piece suits. I was glad for the 
mixture since I didn't want to look silly by not 
wanting to wear just my bikini bottoms. Some of the 
guys were trying not to stare at us girls and I caught 
a few glances coming my way. It was a nice feeling.

We played some games and just generally had a great 
time. About mid-afternoon I was swimming and I 
realized my top was coming undone. I slipped up to the 
change shack and looked in the mirror. The knot was 
almost totally untied and no matter how hard I tried I 
couldn't get it tied properly behind my back. Looking 
back, I could have just twisted it around, tied it in 
front of me and twisted it back around, but sadly, 
that didn't really pop into my head.

I poked my head outside, hoping to see one of the 
other girls nearby, but literally the only person I 
could see was my youth pastor. For the sake of him not 
going to prison and getting manhandled for the next 15 
years we're just going to name him Rob.

Now, Rob was an awesome youth pastor. He was 19 so he 
could still keep up with the guys and enjoyed most of 
the same stuff as them, but he was also hot enough to 
keep us girls coming every week to see him. Needless 
to say, I wasn't the only girl there that had had a 
late night rub session at home after youth group on 
Friday night.

So after summoning all the courage I could muster, I 
managed to get Rob's attention and he came over. I 
opened the door and turned around so he could see how 
my straps were undone. He chuckled and said he'd fix 
me up, but that we should step inside so nobody gets 
some strange idea about what he was doing with me. I 
laughed nervously and agreed. To this day I still 
don't think he actually planned for anything to happen 
when we stepped into that change hut, but stuff 
happens sometimes.

We went inside and let the door close behind us. He 
told me to turn around so he could take a look and I 
did. He had to finish untying the strings so that he 
could retie them again and it felt weird to suddenly 
have my top so loose as he tried to work out the knot 
in the wet strings. I tried to relax my body so he 
wouldn't see how nervous I was. I lifted my arms so he 
could work the strings without me being in the way and 
I didn't really realize that the front of my top 
lifted as well. Suddenly I clued in that my little 
tits were exposed. I glanced back and definitely 
caught him looking and I realized that for a second 
his hands quit working on the strings. I quickly 
looked forward again when our eyes met.

Time slowed down and my heart felt like it was pumping 
hard enough to burst out of my chest. I don't know if 
it was immediately after our eyes met or if it took 
him a while, but suddenly I felt his hands on my bare 
back. They moved under my arms to my ribs and I held 
my breath. His hands slowly crept forward more and I 
felt them touch the side of my breasts. I couldn't 
help myself…I gasped, and just as quickly I felt his 
hands retreating. I reflexively clamped my arms down 
on his hands and shakily whispered, "It's okay, it 
felt nice." I couldn't believe that I had just said 
it.

His hands didn't move and I realized my arms were 
still clamped down on them. I slowly lifted my arms 
and tried to look calm when really my heart was 
beating out of control and my mind was racing a 
thousand miles per second. His hands slid slowly back 
across my ribs and I caught my breath again as the 
brushed the sides of my breasts. He stopped again, but 
didn't pull his hands away. I gave a tiny nod and he 
knew what I meant. His fingers slid over my breasts 
and I looked down to see that my nipples had already 
gotten harder than I'd ever seen them before. I was 
embarrassed, but I knew there was nothing I could do. 
I watched as his fingers ran over my nipples, which 
responded by getting even more erect. His hands kept 
moving to completely cover my breasts and felt the 
first real stirrings of pleasure deep inside me.

I gave up trying to breathe normally and just gave 
into the waves of pleasure that were washing over me. 
His hands quickly found a rhythm squeezing and rubbing 
my tiny breasts. My nipples continued to grow harder 
and his fingers would pinch them every now and then as 
if he was trying to make them grow even more – 
something that I didn't even think could happen at 
that point. 

Rob continued working my breasts as the familiar 
feeling of a building orgasm started in my shorts. He 
must have sensed it because his right hand left my 
breast and slowly slid down my stomach to the edge of 
my shorts. His fingers ran back and forth along the 
edge of my shorts a few times before sliding down even 
further outside my shorts. His left hand continued to 
rub and squeeze and pinch, but it was his right hand 
that had my full attention now. I felt his fingers put 
the slightest bit of pressure on my pussy and 
fireworks went off in my head. My whole body was 
shaking and I could feel moisture in my groin. I was 
cumming. I couldn't believe it happened so fast, but 
it did.

Since I usually stopped my personal masturbation at 
home after just one orgasm I figured we were going to 
stop what we were doing, but Rob surprised me. After 
my orgasm subsided, his hands renewed their sexual 
assault on my preteen body. His fingers began a steady 
rhythmic rubbing of my pussy through my shorts. 
Occasionally I would feel a finger press just inside 
my opening and I'd gasp, but I knew Rob wasn't going 
to stop every time I gasped anymore.

At one point it dawned on me that I was getting groped 
by my youth pastor, but the thought was quickly 
replaced by a blissful acceptance. I was getting 
groped by the hottest guy I knew and that pretty much 
every other girl in the youth group would kill to be 
in this situation right now.

My second orgasm was building fast. I could already 
feel my juices in my shorts and I could vaguely feel 
my body humping his hand in rhythm with his hands' 
rubbings.

Suddenly the pressure his right hand had been putting 
on my pussy was gone. I opened my eyes and glanced 
down just in time to see his hand slide inside the 
front of my shorts and I felt it slip inside my bikini 
bottoms as it went. Now I could actually feel his 
fingers rubbing and probing on my bare skin. A finger 
slipped inside my moist pussy and that was it for me. 
The world disappeared and in my mind there was only 
pure explosive, orgasmic bliss. All I could focus on 
was how amazing it felt. My body humped his hand 
eagerly as I moaned softly and whispered pleas for 
more. I could feel the dampness of my bikini bottom, 
but I didn't care. All I wanted was more pleasure and 
as my orgasm subsided I let my mind focus on 
everything he was doing: his one hand rubbing and 
grinding and probing my prepubescent pussy, his other 
hand squeezing and pinching my tiny breasts and 
extremely erect nipples, his lips kissing my bare 
back.

As I stood there on shaky legs, Rob turned me around. 
Our eyes met and locked for a moment that stretched on 
forever. I vaguely heard him ask, "More?" and I must 
have nodded because as time caught back up with the 
moment I felt his warm lips engulf my nipple and 
almost the whole little tit. His tongue flicked over 
my nipple and my pussy went back into overdrive again. 
I don't remember grabbing his head, but when I managed 
to open my eyes I was holding his head as tight 
against my chest as I could. He had one hand behind me 
holding me tight so that his other hand could slip 
back inside my shorts (which were now partially pulled 
down without revealing anything) and I felt the 
familiar probing of his glorious fingers again. He 
switched to my other nipple and I knew that my third 
orgasm was going to happen fast and that it would be 
big. 

I had never imagined someone else sucking on my 
nipples, and for that someone to be the subject of my 
nightly masturbations was just mind-blowing. Rob's 
tongue slid over the whole surface of that tit before 
sliding back to the first one where it renewed its 
sucking. Meanwhile the hand that had been on my back 
was now down the back of shorts (pushing them down to 
match the slightly lowered front) and he was groping 
my butt. 

"God I've always loved the shape of your butt, 
Caitlyn," he whispered to me, "I've always wondered 
how it would feel."

Between my rapid heavy breaths I managed to speak 
somehow. "Really?" I asked.

"Yes," he answered. "Now I know it feels even better 
than it looks."

And with that he gave it a good hard squeeze and at 
the same time slid his finger deeper into my pussy 
than it had ever been yet. The moan that came out of 
my mouth was a little louder than I meant it to be, 
but I couldn't help it. This was my biggest orgasm yet 
and he fingered and squeezed and sucked me through the 
entire thing until after what felt like it could have 
been five minutes my body started to relax a little.

He pulled his lips off my nipple and gave both of them 
a little kiss before smiling up at me. The hand on my 
butt gave one last squeeze and the one in the front of 
my shorts was slowly removed. We both looked at the 
juice-covered hand and I gasped and laughed nervously. 
I don't know why, but I apologized for the mess and he 
assured me it was perfectly all right. He stuck a 
finger in his mouth and I realized it must have been 
the finger he was using. My whole body was shaking 
uncontrollably as I stood there and he knelt in front 
of me. In the back my shorts were about halfway down 
my butt. 

In the front they were down just above the top of my 
now extremely moist slit. My bikini top was still 
hanging untied. And yet I couldn't even move to fix 
any of that. My whole body felt like it was being 
electrocuted and the shaking just wouldn't stop. Rob 
opened his arms and I just fell into them for a huge 
hug. He rubbed my back and I just gasped for breath 
into his neck as if I had just been saved from 
drowning.

Our hug ended and his hands slid down to my hips. They 
moved around to my butt, and after give both cheeks a 
nice squeeze he pulled my shorts back up to where they 
were supposed to be and retied the strings. I smiled 
at him and turned around so he could (finally) retie 
my bikini top. Once that was done I turned back around 
and gave him another hug. He stood up and I realized 
he had a massive erection and I just stared. He 
chuckled and excused himself jokingly. He adjusted 
himself and asked if I was all right. 

I told him that that had been the most amazing moment 
of my life and I thanked him for it. He told me that 
he always thought I was extremely attractive in many 
different ways and I confessed to thinking he was hot 
for the past few years. We both laughed and I finally 
worked up the courage to ask him if we would ever do 
anything like that again. He kissed me on top of my 
head and said that if I wanted to and if I promised 
that it was our not so little secret that we could 
have a lot more moments like the one we just had. I 
agreed.

We decided that it might be better if we didn't leave 
at the exact same time and so after checking that the 
coast was clear outside, Pastor Rob slipped out the 
door after shooting me a wink. I stayed standing in 
the change hut for a few more minutes, still trying to 
calm my heart down. I glanced down at my chest and 
realized that my nipples were still rock hard and 
protruding super visibly. Since I couldn't do anything 
about that without totally changing into my normal 
clothes with my padded bra I figured I might as well 
just go for a swim in the lake to cool off. 

I didn't realize it, but that short time in the change 
hut would literally change my life. And youth group 
would never be the same Hide and Seek anyone?

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
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 system.
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