("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `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 © 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- I Never Believed I Would Do It by wolftras (wolftras@gmail.com) *** A young lady in an NGO has a young boy walk in on her in a semi-nude state. Constant teasing by a friend makes her think differently about the boy so that she gives in to her urges during a tuition class with the boy. (F/m-teen, ped, 1st, mast, oral, anal) *** Now this isn't really all that far away from the fact. I must change the names and the locations, but this happened. I'm a shapely 29 years old. My body is quite well set for someone barely five feet tall. At 32-27- 34, I usually don't have any problems attracting men. I have long wavy black hair, big dark eyes and long naturally black eyelashes that I accentuate with eyeliner. My lips are full, slightly more so than usual but give a sense of ripeness and softness to men (and some women), who feel the urge to kiss them, or even more, imagine then on their bodies. Oh yes! Did I forget to mention that I'm married? Well I am. Have been for a while, but my work keeps me far away from home. Why is that relevant! It isn't, but some men like to read about married women in these stories, so for all you men, boys, guys out there that do, I'm married. And as such, I'm no stranger to sex, in all its forms and eccentricities. I enjoy sex. Oral, fancy positions, a bit of domination now and then, in public... generally I'm very open to anything. So! Considering that I am cute, attractive, not deprived in any manner of understanding, the following account just seems a little surprising... at least it did to me. Anyways... enough... Let's start. I work, of all the places, in an organization (an NGO) that curbs human right violations. And usually I'm stuck in some godforsaken village near some unpronounceable border. Well there I was one hot summer afternoon, packing up some stuff as I had a whole bunch of border visits lined up ahead of me. Anyways, I usually walk around in the most minimal of clothing. A large T-shirt, or just my bra and panties. Or maybe even just the panties. I generally like the feel of the warm air on my skin and am not extremely fond of too many clothes. Well, on this day, I was meandering around my room in a very sexy bra, that did some really wonderful things to my already full breasts, and a very sexy black panty that left very little (just the best bits) to the imagination. So there I was meandering around and to be specific was standing on tip toe, fiddling with a box on a shelf, when the door behind me – opened! I didn't realize, that I who am usually extremely careful, hadn't locked my room door. Now, the fact is that I'm constantly working with kids, of all age groups. They love to be around me and I know that the feeling is mutual. They also have a distressing habit of barging in like my room was theirs. So. On this day, the kid, who happened to walk in, was my neighbor's maid's son. I usually spend the odd evening teaching him English, math and science. He is a cute kid. Olive skinned, friendly, a bit shy and slightly tall for his age. I didn't freak! I froze. Yes right there. Hands up in the air, my entire back and ass facing him, my calves beautifully taut by my tiptoe position, and me half turned back and showing the full curvature of my breasts outlined by the lacy and tantalizing bra. In retrospect, I must have looked like some really well versed model at a calendar shoot. And what did he do? Well his jaw fell, he stood his ground stared and stared some more. I could see his eyes furiously fighting for innovative ways to look at all of me and specific parts of me at the same time. After what felt like an eternity, but could not have been more than a second or two, the spell broke and I covered myself and kind of yelled, "Hey! Get out!" Well, he ran, banging the door after him, his face red as a beetroot. But not before I got an unexpected peek, at a very prominent bulge that had sprung up between his thighs. Anyways, I didn't see him that day. I must confess to feeling a bit weird, but even more so, I felt bad for yelling at him. I mean I never stop them and they know that if I don't want to be disturbed, I lock my door. So it wasn't really his fault. Now! I insist on blaming a close friend of mine, for what happened next. This is a guy I'm quite fond off, and have known him for like forever. Later that night while chatting with him, I told him about this incident. Rather than sympathize with my sense of discomfort, he proceeded to cajole me on younger men, boys to be specific and spent quite a while dropping all kinds of tantalizing innuendo. The only catch was that it was all related to the young 15 year old. I might have enjoyed the tingly feel of his words otherwise. (Yes I know I'm married, but he and I are another story for another time) Anyways! I laughed off his insinuations and slept off (after a bit of online sex chat). I couldn't help it. His content may have been in appropriate, but his voice and the way he makes me wet and horny with his words, is hard to resist. And I guess, more than anyone, I love to watch him get aroused by me. I love the way his eyes glaze over when I lean back and stroke my pussy for him, imagining his cock doing the things my fingers were doing. I love it best when his voice gets rough as he is close to coming. As I excite him and encourage him to stroke himself faster... and then he cums all over himself. I might have imagined it, but I think he came harder than usual that night, and faster. I feel that the thought of me with someone else so much younger must have turned him on. Oh well! He is my favorite pervert! *** Well, over the next few days (my trip got canceled) I kept bumping into my little intruder (let's call him Sam) and he would refuse to meet my eyes. I resolved to sort out the issue when he came over for class at the end of the week. The problem is, whenever I'd meet him, I couldn't help (thanks to my friend) but sneak the odd peek at Sam. I, against my better judgment, began to notice his lean legs, the softness of his lips, the clean soapy smell of his body as he would pass me in the corridor. And (damn my friend) it actually smelt nice and cuddly. The kind of cuddly you would want to feel without the interference of cloth in between. So the weekend came. Sam was expected in the evening and decided to get some sleep in the afternoon. So I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed. The bed sheet rubbing against my nipples made me feel like masturbating for a bit. But the urge wasn't strong so after making a few lazy explorations of my pussy and pulling my nipples, I gave up and fell asleep. I awoke a short while later, from a vague but definitely sexual dream, to the sound of knocking on my door. So, without thinking, as I usually do, I drew my robe around me and answered the door. There was Sam waiting to be let in for class. He took one look at me covered in a robe, and went bright red. I then realized that considering the history, this may have been slightly provocative. Anyways I ruffled his hair to set him at ease and told him to go to the dining table and setup his books. I would change and join him. I joined him wearing a proper no-nonsense half sleeve top that buttoned from the front all the way up and a full length skirt that was large and full. I realized soon enough that he wasn't paying much attention to the subject and so I decided to grab the bull by its horns. I started by closing his books and talking about that day that he walked in. I told him it was an accident and etc. etc. etc. While I was rambling I happened to be twirling a pencil, and it slipped out of my hand and fell on the floor. Before he could move, I bent under the table to retrieve it and my eyes came in level with his crotch. My eyes went wide at what I saw. Not only had the little rascal got himself a decent hard on, while I was talking and reliving the incident, his hands that had been in his lap had eased the tip of his dick out from under his (I suddenly noticed) very short, short pants. This he had been touching and rubbing while I spoke, and had managed to get himself a pretty decent amount of glossy pre-cum over his cock tip and his fingers. Against every desire and wish that I might have had, I couldn't help it, but I just found myself getting wet. I sat up slowly and without thinking told him that he should probably go home, and come back when he was in a mood to study. I think I was taking out my frustration on him. Poor guy! He probably didn't know what it was he was feeling. He looked so miserable and was obviously distressed about walking out in-front of me with his dick jutting out, that his face fell flat. I relented, my voice softened and I asked him if he wanted to talk. He shook his head. So I got up held his hand and took him to the only sofa in the house, which was in my bedroom. His hard on was still poking at his shorts. But he had given up hiding it. I sat him down and (I was pretty confused at what I was feeling as well) drew him against me with the intention of giving him a hug. As soon as his face lay against the skin, and I felt his breath above my breast, three things happened at once. My nipples grew hard, harder than they had been for a really long time. He turned his face towards me, which had the effect of his lips brushing the thin material of my top. From then on, I guess there wasn't meant to be any turning back. I decided to grab the bull by its proverbial balls. I put one arm around him and spoke to him softly. I told him to relax and generally made soft shushing sounds. I placed my other hand on his smooth and warm thigh. As I shushed him in his ears, my warm breath spilling onto his neck, the finger of my other hand curved slightly, gently dragging my nails against his skin. Now this kid would have been no stranger to sex! In his world, they do it like bunnies and with almost no real privacy. Village life! But I was quite sure that Sam was absolutely new to the world of physical intimacy – adult style. He knew exactly what was happening but wasn't sure quite how to let on that he knew, and wanted more. I didn't care! I knew and I had every intention of showing him. My mind was a confused turmoil. But my body was a boulder tumbling down a ravine. It was going to go where nature took it and would only stop, when nature made it so. As my fingers continued their light stroking my lips brushed his cheeks, and then pressed softly against them. I gently and firmly turned his face towards me and looking into his eyes, I smiled. I wanted to reassure him, not scare him away. I kissed his forehead, his nose his eyes his cheeks. All the while continuing the light stroking of his thighs. My fingers had managed to crawl pretty close to his dick in the meanwhile. A few more centimeters and my fingertips would graze the moist tip of his cock. I slowly put my mouth against the corner of his mouth and began to kiss him there. I gently bit, and sucked on the sensitive ends of his mouth, while occasionally using my tongue to lightly lick and wet their tantalizing curves. His mouth opened slightly and I took the opportunity to explore slightly deeper into his mouth. This had the effect of turning the light pecking into a full blown kiss. He turned towards me and eagerly returned my kiss. His inexperience was obvious; his excitement was hard to miss. He moaned into my mouth as he copied my every action. He used his tongue, he tasted my mouth and tongue and lips. He nipped my lips and sucked on them. He kissed then and licked them. This was really more exciting than I had imagined. His hands were on my waist. I could feel them clenching and unclenching. So I decided to move further. Holding his hands I placed them on my breasts. Oh the release. He was like a person possessed. He groped! He touched! He grabbed. I could sense that the top and my bra were a hindrance. So I suddenly released him and unbuttoned the top all the way down to my waist. His eyes widened as I took his hand and this time, placed them against my skin. I told him to take hos time and do as I instructed. I told him to cup and play with my breasts for a while. Get used to them. I guided his fingers to my hard nipples, and made him pinch them through the frilly lace. As he experimented with my tits, I reached forward and gently brushed his cock with my fingers. He gasped. I was pretty sure he was close. His cock was really dripping precum. I was so tempted to taste it. But instead of his smooth and hard cock, I moved up further and gently grabbed his balls. And started kneading and massaging them. Squeezing in a steady rhythm, I occasionally let my fingers brush his cock head. Every time I did that he would gasp and jump. We kept at this for a little while. His tongue against mine, his fingers inside my bra teasing my nipples and his balls in my hands. I needed more so I decided to really up the game. I stood up and turning around, asked him to undo my bra. He managed that quite easily. I then shed the rest of my clothes but still avoided turning to face him. I asked him to hug me from the back, and touch my breasts and body. He reached around me and what followed was like being explored by a sex starved octopus. His hands were everywhere. My stomach, my breasts and thighs. He didn't stay away from my pussy either. Incidentally, I keep my pussy shaved. And he couldn't seem to get enough of it. He didn't know what he was doing. But he was light and gentle and it felt awesome. What was even better was that he had become entirely unaware of his cock. It was now pressed against the lower curve of my ass and I could feel his cock juice wetting my skin. I reach back squeezed his dick and with the other hand, unclasped and relieved him of his shorts. I wanted foreplay, but I also wanted to fuck him badly. Oh I was so horny! He pulled of his shirt and said, "Please turn around." I turned and let him see me properly for the first time. I too took a good look at him. He reached for by breasts and slowly starter to squeeze them. I closed my eyes, never letting go of his cock and started to squeeze him back as well. "Harder!" I said, "Harder!" and he obliged. My breasts swelled between his small hands; they grew dark as they swelled with blood. His fingers started to flick and scratch my nipples faster and faster. My hands started to squeeze his cock like I wanted to pull it off. I didn't stroke him... just squeezed harder and harder and harder, till I could squeeze no more. His fingers were driving me to pain and tormenting pleasure when suddenly I felt an orgasm wash over me and I grunted our loudly. I also inadvertently jerked his dick. This had the effect of triggering his borderline orgasm and suddenly, I felt this warm jet against my stomach, then on my breasts and on my face. By then I had started to jerk him. And was rewarded with a few more long thick blasts of his cum, as he sprayed it all over me. This was so arousing and hot! He looked at me in shock wondering what my reaction would be. Before he could say a word, I feel to my knees and gulped his entire penis into my mouth. He was sweet and salty at the same time. I grabbed him by his ass and started to really deep throat and mouth fuck him. He returned the compliment by hold my head and thrusting his dick into my mouth in a rhythm that matched the bobbing of my head. As I sucked him off, I put one hand on my pussy and started rubbing really fast. After a few moments, I felt his clench and thrust a few times really hard. I knew what was coming and sealed my lips around his cock. Sure enough, I was rewarded with one blast after another or fresh warm cum. I swallowed every drop of it and just kept on sucking. I could feel his knees get weak. So without stopping, I pulled him to the floor and kept on with my slurping and sucking. Only this time, I reversed my position and placed my hot and wet pussy, dripping with my cum over his eager young mouth. Any worries I may have had about him turning away were dispersed as he plain and simply grabbed me by my butt and pulling me down, thrust his tongue into my pussy. Oh the feeling of bliss as I sucked him back to a full hardness and he kept up a continuous attack of my pussy. It didn't take him long to realize that my arching was to get my clit against his tongue. Once he figured that out, he couldn't get enough of my moans and grindings against his mouth. As we continued this for a while I felt my orgasm rising, and then I came hard and long against him, inundating him with my juices. And that sweetheart never once took his mouth away. I wasn't done. I had barely finished clenching my cunt muscles when I rose up and turning around, impaled his cock deep within my cunt. I was unhinged... I ground against him. He matched me thrust for thrust, pulling my nipples and squeezing my breasts. I knew I would have bruises the next day. But I didn't care. I was enjoying it too much. I felt another orgasm blast my body and gasping I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, I then asked him, "How as that Sam? Did you enjoy that? Enjoy fucking your old teacher?" He just smiled and said, "You're not old miss. You're lovely and sexy and I'm very lucky. And yes I did enjoy fucking you." Somehow hearing him say fuck just drove me mad. And then a though occurred to me. "You haven't cum yet have you Sam?" "No Miss." I smiled and reached down and slowly encircled the base of his dick and lifting myself off him, I repositioned him under my asshole. His eyes widened in shock... I just smiled at him and started rubbing his slippery wetness against my already slippery hole. Then still keeping eye contact, I slipped myself onto him. It wasn't very big yet, so it wasn't hard or difficult. But it felt so great. I slowly slipped him deeper and deeper until his balls were pressed tight against my ass. Then I started to move back and forth, clenching and unclenching my ass I did so. This really made him wild. He pulled my torso lower and as I kept up the gyration he covered my nipples with his mouth and started a hard and determined sucking. As his excitement grew, he began to bite my breasts and nibble at my nipples. I was going mad! Alternately he would switch from breast to breast and sometimes he would kiss me on my mouth if I bent down. This continued for a little while. I suddenly pulled out, went onto my fours and told him, "Fuck me from the back sweetheart." He didn't need any further invitation. Before I knew it, he was inside my ass and pounding away for all he was worth. From my end, all I could do was bending forward and thrust back into him. Back and forth and back and forth... And then I reached back to cup his balls and stroke him as he fucked my brains out. I heard his breathing change and felt his cock tighten, his balls rise up and then blast after blast of hot slipper cum streamed into my ass from his sweet and no longer innocent cock. It was by far one of the best experiences of sex I had ever come across. We collapsed onto the floor together. And as I felt his soft dick slip out of me. I knew that we were going to be at it again in a little while. THE END *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* 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. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 77