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Christie's 'A'

By: TennesseeHillbilly



Dave was having a hard time staying focused. The exams were complete, the term papers graded and the students were gone. A few more forms to complete and this school year was over! In just a few days, he'd be in the Keys - fishing with his college buddies.

"Mr. Becket?"

He didn't even have to look up from his paperwork. He knew the voice all too well. 

"Ms. Miller," he said in an only-slightly annoyed tone -- not even bothering to lift his eyes from his work. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"I came by to check my grade, but they weren't posted."

Although he certainly was in no mood for delays, Dave knew he had to look up. In his office was Christie Miller. In his 17 years of teaching, she was, hands down, the hottest student ever to grace his classroom. He wasn't going to miss the chance to see a flash of cleavage or a bit of thigh. He didn't make a habit of lusting after his students, but in her case, it was hard not to. 

"No, they are not. I am just now finishing up the paperwork to submit them to the front office," he said as he looked up from his work. "They'll be posted later this afternoon."

He couldn't help but smile when he saw her. Even in her simple white blouse and denim mid-thigh skit, she was stunning. Her frame was tall and lean and wrapped in flawless alabaster skin. The skirt clung neatly to her hips and tightened at the top to accent her narrow waist and flat stomach. Dave never would have called her breasts small, but they looked much bigger than he recalled tucked in that white blouse, which was probably a size smaller than it should have been. She had pulled her bright red hair back, which was OK, because it only served to better feature the emerald-green brilliance of her eyes.

"Is there any way I could find out mine now?" she asked. "We're driving up to Ann Arbor tonight for a party." 

The tone was typical for her. She was a nice kid, but she knew her place. She'd been pampered and catered to her whole life by those who just wanted to be around her. Students, male and female, were at her beckoned call. Most of the teachers, especially the men, were the same.

"Ann Arbor?" Dave said. "You better be careful around those college guys."

"My mom said that too. But, I'm 18, I can do what I want." 

He couldn't help but roll his eyes slightly as he audibly exhaled. 

"OK, Ms. Miller, let's see? You made a 91 on the final and your term paper was a 'C'. So, your final grade is a 'B'."

Her jaw dropped as she crossed her arms. "A 'B'. I can't make a 'B'. I won't be the valedictorian." She was upset, but she was also pissed off. Who did he think he was, anyway. 

"There must be some mistake. I don't make B's."

"There's no mistake, Christie. Your final average was 86 . . . a 'B.' If you would have put a little effort into that paper you would have made it. It was not typical of your writing. You clearly either missed (or likely ignored, he thought) the point of the assignment." 

Dave was finished with this conversation. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to prepare the rest of these forms." With that, he lowered his head and returned to his work.

Christie wasn't really sure which card to play. She had tried the pushy bitch tactic with Becket a few other times with no success. But, she wasn't walking out of that office without her "A".

In just a few moments, the silence was broken. "Mr. Becket?" 

The tone of her voice was distinctly different than before. Far softer, almost like a slight whine. 

Dave looked up again to see that her body language had softened as well. As she approached the desk, he noticed that another button at the top of the blouse was undone. It was not before. He never missed such a delightful detail. The tight material of the blouse had opened with the released tension, leaving the cleft of her breasts clearly exposed. Turning, she sat on his desk with just one of her ass cheeks, forcing the skirt well up her thigh. She made no effort to cover it.

"Yes, Ms. Miller?" Dave said. She had certainly piqued his interest.

"Mr. Becket, there has to be something I can do to better my grade. I really want to be valedictorian . . . Something?" As she spoke, she reached out and placed her hand on the top of his.

Dave Becket was no fool. Nor, was he a pushover. It was going to take more than a little flirting for him to cave. Plus, he walked the halls. He'd heard plenty about Christie Miller. If she was half the slut the other girls made her out to be, this could be a hell of a way to start the summer.

"Christie, if I allow you extra credit, it will be unfair to the other students." 

"Something . . .?" she repeated and then slowly moistened her top lip with the tip of her tongue.

Dave slowly rose from his chair and walked from behind his desk, moving past Christie to the open door of his office. Extending his neck through the open doorway, he checked both ways before pulling the door shut and and twisting the bolt. He then paused as he considered the consequences of getting caught. It only took a moment to decide. He HAD to find out how far this would go. It wasn't that Dave convinced himself that he wouldn't get caught. It was that he decided he didn't give a fuck. It's worth it.

As he turned to Christie, he now saw a third distinctive character. This time, she was nervous. She had dropped both feet back to the floor and was leaning on his desk. Her head slightly bowed and looking at her feet. He slowly approached her.

"Ms. Miller. I have decided that I am going to give you opportunity to improve your grade." She looked up and smiled, quickly disguising the "it's about time" smirk on her face.

Stopping only a foot or so from her, his broad shoulders had her trapped. Dave reached out and began to unbutton the remaining buttons on her blouse. She stood motionless. Once done, he pulled the tails from the waistband of the skirt, revealing the thin lace of her bra. 

"How convenient," he thought as he eyed the clasp between the cups of garment. The next instant, his first prize of the day was revealed. Once released, her tits really didn't go anywhere. Despite the generous size, they stood tall. Her pale pink nipples began to stiffen. 

Christie flinched but said nothing when he cupped her boobs in his hand. "How bad could this be?" she thought. "He feels me up a bit, and I am on my way -- with my 'A'." 

She really kinda dug Mr. Becket. In some weird way, she kind of respected that he didn't bend to her as so many did. He was tall and lean, with a rugged but handsome face. His smile was sweet, and he always smelled really nice. She began to relax a bit.

"Ms. Miller, it's time for your oral presentation." Dave's hands slid up from her tits to the top of her shoulders. He gently but obviously began pressing down. 

Christie was young, but she had been around the block a time or two. She knew exactly what Mr. Becket was suggesting. Letting him feel her up was one thing, but sucking his cock was another. What if one of her friends found out she blew some old man for a grade? She felt the pressure grow stronger, and she couldn't help but slowly began to sink to her knees. 

Dave's instincts begged him to whip out his tool and shove it down her throat, but he had to break her. It was a test of wills between the two that he was determined to win. "Christie? Are you ready to present?" he asked. 

Christie took a deep breath as she reached for his fly. Unzipping it, she reached inside and hauled out his cock. Even in its semi-erect state, it was sizable. She could taste the pre-cum already as she began to work her magic. Dave's dick began to thicken, and she was actually a bit overwhelmed by the size. She'd messed around with enough football and basketball players to have seen some big ones, but she would never have expected this from Mr. Becket. He had to be at least eight or nine inches and THICK! 

She worked deliberately at her task. Sucking and swirling her tongue around his bulbous cock head as she found a rhythm. His sweet pre-cum continued to ooze into her mouth filling it with the taste of sex. The musk poured into her nostrils as she was forced to breath through nose. She'd sucked a few dicks in her life. What's one more? It was worth it for her 'A'.

Watching Christie's mouth stretch widely as she attempted to stuff in as much of his meat as possible, Dave found himself in a quandary. Sure, he was watching one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen smoke his pole, and the idea of dumping a huge load of cum all over her face and tongue did have have a certain "porn-scene made reality" kind of appeal it. But, in truth, her cock-sucking skills left much to be desired. Sure, she had the enthusiasm, but she needed some experience. So, she looked up at him in surprise as gently pushed her head from his dick. She instinctively took his hand as he helped her to her feet. 

Christie was startled as Dave pulled her to him and kissed her lips, his tongue forcing its way into a dance with her own. He kissed her deeply and passionately, seeming to enjoy the taste of sex from her mouth. She hadn't even noticed that he had pulled her skirt to her waist, but she did know exactly what was happening when his thumbs slid beneath the waistband of her panties. They were going down. She was going to get fucked by Mr. Becket!

Dave easily lifted her to the desk and moved between her legs. As he rubbed his cock head at the entrance of her slit, he discovered she was already very wet. He knew he would thoroughly enjoy eating her pussy, but he just didn't want to submit to her in that way. She was his for his enjoyment today. His thick shaft disappeared as he leaned into her. His member met no resistance. She was tight, but by no means a virgin. For some odd reason, he found comfort in that.

Christie was getting a fuck unlike any fuck she had ever experienced. First of all, it had already lasted more than two minutes, but moreover, there were no signs of it ending soon. As soon as her fingers found her clit, a massive orgasmic wave struck her. She wasn't really sure if it was several consecutive smaller orgasms or just one big one, but it was certainly the most intense of her life. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw Mr. Becket beaded in sweat and continuing to pound his cock into her. Suddenly, a brief moment of reality struck her. 

"Mr. Becket, don't cum in me. I'm not on the pill." 

There was no response. Dave was totally zoned in on the moment. He was going to get his. 

Mr. Becket! Please! I don't want to get pregnant!"

Reality found Dave as well, and he pulled out of her pussy.

He stared at the glorious site. She was fully open now, and her juices were running freely. He could have easily fisted her at this point. A huge amount of her cunt lube had ran into the crack of her ass. Oh yea! He was going to get his!

As Dave extended his hand, Christie took it, having no idea of his intent. When she stood from the desk, he turned her and bent her over it, her back straight and her breasts pressed into the desktop. With one one hand on her shoulder and leaning into her, he had her completely in his control. 

At first, she thought he has just missed his target when she felt his cock nudging her anus. But, his target was clear when she felt the massive shaft force open her sphincter. She tried to struggle away, but she was pinned. Christie cried out as the thick tool impaled her. Dave began to fuck his cock in and out of her asshole. 

All of the wetness made for an easier entrance than Dave expected. In just a few minutes, every inch of his shaft was sliding in and out of her ass. She quieted to just a whimper each and every time his hips bottomed against her ass cheeks. His nut was building and building fast. Dave pumped faster and harder, trying to get in as many strokes as he could before the eruption hit. 

Grasping Christie firmly at the hip bones, Dave buried his piston as deep as he could and pumped shot after shot of thick semen into her bowels. His head was spinning. He had lost all sense of where he was and what he was doing. 

As his orgasm began to fade, he pulled out and found himself dizzy. He had to sit in the visitor's chair facing his desk. Neither spoke for the next several minutes. Christie re-dressed and tried to make herself look unlike someone who just got fucked. Dave just sat in the chair -- his shrinking cock glistening from the juices and his pants around his ankles.

Finally, he was able to stand. He fastened his pants and walked around to his desk, finding a pack of smokes in the drawer. Hit lit a smoke, and as he took a deep drag, he looked up at Christie, who was putting the finishing touches on her lipstick.

"I think you deserve an 'A', Ms. Miller." 

Christie didn't speak. She just reached out and snatched the burning cigarette from his mouth and took a long drag of her own before turning to leave. Keeping the smoke, she walked out the door.

From the hallway, Dave herd a voice.

"Mr. Becket, do you still live over off of Baxter?"

"Yes." Dave smiled.

"Maybe I'll see you around." 

Christie's College Funding Plan



Christie was frustrated. She had worked long and hard throughout school to earn high grades and get accepted into an Ivy League school.  Her acceptance letter to Penn had arrived about a month ago, just after her 18th birthday, and she had been extremely excited, but then the realization hit her that she would have to pay for it.

She had spent a few weeks attempting to piece together the funding and was barely halfway where she needed to be. She knew that she had to come up with something quickly or else her dream would fade away.  

As the deadline to commit approached, she realized exactly how much she wanted the funding and how desperate she was to get it. She had obviously asked her parents for the money, but they had only agreed to pay a small portion of the bill. She knew that her mother was not the problem, but that her stepdad William was. William had gone on and on about how his not funding her college would teach her valuable life lessons and such, but Christie suspected that this speech was to cover up that he didn’t want to pay for her education. She knew that he had the money and that he had paid much more for her stepsister’s school.  

With time running out, her desperation drove her toward a plan that she never thought she would consider.

Her family was planning a weekend in a cabin by a lake in a couple of weeks to celebrate the arrival of spring and attend the state park’s annual Earth Day concert, so she moved pretty quickly implementing her plan.  She knew that he would never willingly choose to make a serious move on her, but she also knew that he was a man and that she was an eighteen year old beauty with a killer body. It would take deliberate, measured steps, but she was confident that she could eventually break him.  

She began slowly ramping up the teasing of William. Nothing extravagant of course, he was far too proper for that (at least for now.) She simply started wearing shorter and sexier clothes around the house, and she always had her hair and makeup perfect. She had noticed him peeking at her from time to time, so part one of the plan was to give him more and more opportunities to peek. 

She would lounge in the family room watching television, pretending not to notice that her skirt had been pushed up revealing practically all of her thighs. Usually, just one or two extra buttons on her blouses remained unbuttoned, allowing nice views of her ample cleavage. 

She asked William to spot her as she lifted weights in the basement, wearing cute tank tops and short shorts. During these workouts, she began her manipulation.  She would coax him into going above and beyond what he usually did in his workouts, and when he couldn’t continue, she would tease him, nothing too bad, just enough to begin tilting the balance in their relationship her way. 

After a few days of this, and after she had been a tease all day, she allowed William to bump into her while he was fully erect. 

She immediately stopped and looked directly at the front of his shorts. He began apologizing, embarrassed beyond belief, but Christie carefully took charge of the conversation by placing her finger on his lips and saying “Shhh, it’s okay; it’ll be our secret. “ 

As his face reddened, she added, almost as an afterthought, “It’s actually quite a nice size, William, not like mom describes at all.”

“What?” he asked puzzled.

“Oh nothing, William,” Christie answered, “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Did she say something?” he asked again.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not a big deal, but she said something about your performance being off lately,” Christie told him.

She suspected this would unnerve him, as he was in his 40’s and his performance probably was slipping, even though her mother had never said anything. 

As William searched for words, Christie continued, “Look, don’t say I said anything, but she is really expecting a lot from you this weekend at the cabin; you should probably just restrain yourself from any pleasure with her or with yourself until we go to the cabin, then, you’ll be fully loaded for her. Maybe you should take some Viagra or something to be really ready, but don’t say anything, just surprise her.”

As she turned and left, she knew that William would do what she suggested. 

Later that afternoon, she mentioned to her mom that she may not go to the cabin after all.

“Why not, Christie?” her mother asked, “I thought you were looking forward to it.”

“I was,” she answered, “But I don’t think William wants me to come.”

“What?” Her mother replied, “That doesn’t sound like him.”

“I don’t want to say.” Christie said.

“You can tell me, Christie, I won’t say anything,” Her mother continued.

“You promise you won’t say anything?” Christie asked.

“Of course, dear,” her mom assured her.

“Well, I heard him talking to a friend of his on the phone, and he was talking about just wanting to have sex with you all weekend. I really don’t want to be around for that.” Christie convincingly told her lie.

Her mother began to blush, and Christie told her that she would come to the cabin with them if she promised that she wouldn’t have sex with William that weekend.

“I just don’t want to walk in on my mom and stepdad,” she concluded.

“It’ll be fine, dear,” her mother assured her,” I can control him for a weekend; he’ll just have to wait until we get back.”

Christie thanked her mother and went off to pack. 

Several days later they got up bright and early to drive to the cabin. They left early, and Christie graciously offered to let her mother ride in the back of the car where she could stretch out across the seat and sleep a little. This put Christie in the front passenger seat next to William, allowing her to give him quick, subtle views that appeared innocent but were enough to keep his attention on her. She would shift her legs, adjust her shorts, even at one point pretending to fall asleep with her head on his shoulder, giving him a really nice view down her shirt for a few minutes.

As they approached the cabin, Christie announced that she couldn’t wait to get some sun by the lake as soon as they got there.  

William agreed, but he was shocked as Christie pulled out a bottle of suntan oil and began slowly rubbing it onto her legs. It was the best he could do to keep the car on the road as she oiled her legs one by one.

When she was done, she noticed that William was forcing himself to look straight ahead, though she knew he had been watching her show just seconds before. Rather than say anything, she pretended not to notice and began unbuttoning her blouse. She almost chuckled as she could see William trying to watch without directly looking at her. She dropped her shirt off and said that she really loved her new bikini top.

William looked over and said. “Yes, it’s very nice.” It was obvious, though, that his eyes were scanning her body and legs much more than they were her bikini top.

Before his eyes returned to the road, she allowed him to see her drip some tanning oil across her chest, which she began to rub. William badly wanted to watch, but he had to drive for a few more minutes. 

Upon reaching the cabin, Christie stuck around and helped as her mother and William unpacked the car. She knew that William couldn’t stand this, as he could barely take his eyes off of her, but Christie knew that if she left him and her mother alone that he would begin angling for sex, and she wasn’t confidant that her mother would hold him off.  Thus, Christie stuck around the entire day. 

The next day was more of the same; William received subtle teasing by Christie, which came across as accidental, while Christie kept finding reasons to be beside her mother most of the day. A couple of times William had tried to go to the cabin alone, to nap, he said, but each time, Christie agreed that she could use some rest too, and she had also returned to the cabin and lounged on her bed reading her on her iPad as William tried to rest. She wasn’t stupid and knew that if William could manage a few minutes of time to himself, then he could jack off, and her plan depended on him being tremendously excited and frustrated. 

That night was the outdoor Earth Day concert where everyone set up picnic areas outside to listen to several bands, and Christie was dressed in a short, sexy sundress that got lots of attention. She was able to pick a spot on a crowded hill for her and her parents to set up that forced her to be right up against William the whole night. William knew that he shouldn’t be having lustful thoughts about his stepdaughter, but he thought it would be awkward to move out of her proximity; plus, he was really enjoying being this turned on. 

After the concert, Christie made sure that they all got back to the cabin at the same time and encouraged her mother to go to bed immediately. This, of course, put William off for another night.

The next morning the plan went into full gear.

Christie’s mother was already up and cooking breakfast, so Christie entered the room and, through a couple of backhanded compliments, had caused her mother to begin to believe that he was putting on weight. Slyly, Christie guided her to the false realization that something must be wrong because William hadn’t tried to sleep with her on the trip. Her mother didn’t put together that Christie hadn’t left them alone. 

Once this was firmly ingrained in her mother’s mind, it was fairly simple for Christie to convince her mom to go work out while Christie finished up breakfast. Christie, ever the loving daughter, showed her mom on a handheld map of the property where the workout room was located and how it was a beautiful, 30-45 minute walk around the lake to get there. 

“You’ll be back in a couple of hours and feel great!” she told her mom. “Here, borrow my iPad and read while you’re working out; that makes the time go faster.”

“Thanks, dear, I think I will, if you really don’t mind me going,” her mother answered.

“Of course not, I’ve got lots to do,” Christie stated.

As her mother disappeared down the path with her workout gear, Christie began to prepare. She was in and out of the shower in about three minutes and began getting dressed. She put on a white silk merry widow with white stockings and a garter belt. Her lovely auburn hair fell down just below her shoulders and, still slightly wet, had a very sexy look. She added a robe to cover up and carried a small bag with her back into the sleeping area of the cabin.

William was still sleeping in one of the old wooden beds. 

Christie silently moved beside his bed, set her iPhone on the bedside table and removed four pair of soft but strong handcuffs from the bag she brought into the room. She quickly attached one to each of the bedposts and began to attach them one by one to William. First she gently slipped each of his ankles into one, then one of his arms. His final arm was pulled down, so, since the other three were secured, she boldly just pulled his wrist up above his head and snapped the last cuff shut as he came to. 

He blinked his eyes a couple of times and soon they focused on a pretty Christie smiling at him. He began to smile but instantly recognized that he couldn’t move his arms or legs. 

“What the hell?” he exclaimed.

Christie just smiled and moved from one corner post to the next, tightening the restraints so that he could barely move.

“I thought we should talk,” Christie said as she sat down next to his bed.

“What? Fuck that! Let me up now.” He exclaimed. “Carla!” He yelled for his wife.

Christie smiled sympathetically at him and calmly stated, “She isn’t here, and she can’t hear you.” 

He looked at her as she continued, “Besides, you don’t really want her here anyway, do you?”

“Of course, she’s my wife; where is she?” he asked.

“Oh, she’s fine, William,” she answered as she picked up her iPhone and showed it to him.

The screen showed a map of the campground and on it a small dot moved around the screen. Christie explained that her mother had gone to work out and that she had loaned her the iPad which she could track with the “Find My IPad” app. 

“We’ll know exactly where she is at all times, Daddy.” Christie teased.

“Christie, I don’t know what you’re up to, but this isn’t right.” He said.

“Are you sure, Daddy? I think someone likes it.” She teased some more. 

 With that she began slowly stroking his cock which was raging from his going without for a week and then being teased for two days. She fully removed the covers and he was now spread eagled on the bed in only his boxers and a t-shirt that he had been sleeping in. 

“Oh, yes, Daddy, I think he likes me,” she exclaimed in her little girl voice as she kept stroking through his boxers. 

As she slowly stroked with her right hand, her left began slowly untying the front of her robe. 

William noticed this and said, “Christie, no, this isn’t right.”

As she kept untying, he closed his eyes and pouted like a little boy. 

“I won’t look,” he exclaimed.

“Yes, you will, daddy,” she laughed, “You know deep down you want to, but you can try to hold out for a while if you’d like.”

“I’ll just describe it, if you keep your eyes closed,” she calmly stated. “I’m pulling the sash away from robe now. It’s silky and feels wonderful. Now I’m dropping the robe off of me. I’m moving my hand away from your cock for a second to get the robe off, but don’t worry, it’ll be right back.”

She stopped touching him, stood up and removed the robe, and continued, “You’re such a good little boy. I really thought you would peek at me during that, but you didn’t. Too bad, really, I’m just here now in white lingerie and stockings.”

She moved onto the bed next to him and eased her legs next to his.

“Doesn’t that feel nice baby?” she asked, and she could have sworn she heard a whimper. 

As a tearing sound was heard in the cabin, William’s eyes opened immediately as he tried to figure out what had happened.  He didn’t know what to think as his eyes took in his Playboy-perfect stepdaughter in the sexiest lingerie that he had ever seen and holding a pair of scissors. 

Christie noticed him looking at the scissors and smiled, “Sorry, Daddy, but there is no other way to remove these pesky boxers and your t-shirt once you’re,” she paused, “Oh, helpless is a good word, isn’t it?”

She noticed a twitch in his cock when she mentioned the word helpless and knew that she had won.

Following a few fast cuts, he was nude and Christie was very slowly stroking.

William began to turn away, but Christie said, “William, we’re past that point, aren’t we? I mean, you’ve already seen everything.” 

He turned back in time to see Christie pull her hand away from him and slowly lick her palm and fingers before placing it back around his shaft.

“Oh my God,” he exclaimed as pure pleasure enveloped his cock. “Why are you doing this?” 

Christie slid away from him, down the bed, and took a position on her stomach with her head right at his cock. Her fingers nimbly moved around his thighs as she began gently licking the underside of his cock. 

“I just think we can help each other, Daddy, I know you need and want this,” she whispered back between long licks, now slowly going the length of his shaft. 

“What do you want, Christie?” he asked.

She smiled to herself and, for the first time took him all the way into her mouth. She slowly pulled up off of him, looked him in the eyes and said, “We’ll get to that.”

She now sat up and positioned herself on her back, placing one of her stocking covered feet on each of his shoulders. This placed his cock on the opening of her pussy with only a thin white pair of silk panties blocking his entrance.

As William watched Christie slide her hand into her panties, he smiled, thinking that she would push them aside and let him in. He was sorely disappointed, though, as he heard a moan and realized that she had put her own fingers in and was masturbating. 

“Oh Daddy,” she exclaimed passionately, “I’ve needed this all week.”

Her body quivered as she moaned and sighed and William was beside himself as his cock, still against her panties and hand felt the incredible moisture of her orgasm grow inside the panties. Just as she neared the peak, her hand grabbed his cock, and she pushed her panties aside and brought him inside her. 

He wasn’t inside her for more than two or three thrusts when her orgasm exploded. He knew that he had never felt anything like that, but as he relaxed to enjoy it, he realized that he was back out of her and that he hadn’t even begun to cum, let alone finish. 

“I need to finish,” he pleaded to Christie.

Having finished herself, she was back manipulating his cock with her mouth and hands and soon he was at the breaking point, oozing a steady stream of pre-cum but not actually being stroked enough to fully explode.

“Am I good at this, Daddy?” she asked.

“You’re the best,” he replied.

“Better than mommy?” she asked.

“Oh my God, there is no comparison, Christie. You do things that your mom doesn’t even know about,” he said. 

“Have you wanted me for a while, Daddy?” she asked while continuing to work her magic on his cock.

She kept it up while he went on and on about how badly he wanted her; he described her body, her dresses, and even discussed how he thought about her often while fucking her mother. During his speech, Christie made a few glances at the phone, both to check her mom’s progress and to make sure that all of William’s incriminating statements were being recorded.

“What can you do for me if I let you finish, Daddy?” she asked, giggling like it was a joke. 

She could feel his buildup and knew he was close because he didn’t answer her; he just stayed still and was trying to climax. 

Seeing through this, she loosened her grip and began stroking slower. She was keeping him on edge but not allowing him to come. 

“I said ‘what can you do for me if I let you finish, Daddy?’” she sternly asked this time.

“Anything, Christie, just please let me cum,” he said.

“Anything? Are you sure, Daddy?” She acted happier than she had ever been.

“Yes, of course, you name it,” he confirmed.

Christie picked up her phone, checked and saw that her mother was on her way back. 

She showed William and said, “We need to hurry.”

Thinking she was talking about his expected orgasm, he agreed.

Christie began pushing her touchscreen with one hand and pouring suntan oil on William's cock with the other. She then used his cock to apply sunscreen all over her tits and allowed him to begin the greatest tittie fuck he had ever had. She eased her oily boobs up and down his cock slowly at first and increased her speed as she asked William what his bank passcode was.

“What?” he asked.

She ignored his question for the moment, until she could tell he was back at the brink.

“Password, Daddy, now.” She stated. “I’m transferring money to Penn to pay for college.” 

She sped up even more, “Or, I can stop, Daddy, if you want me to.” She said as she stopped momentarily and watched as he tried with all his might to keep thrusting his purple, throbbing cock into her oily chest. 

“No, no, please,” he nearly cried, “The passcode is William18.” 

“Thanks, Daddy,” she said as she stood up, entering the code into her iPhone. “It worked, I just performed an instant transfer to Penn. I hope you don’t mind, but I went ahead and transferred enough to cover all four years.”

“Come back to me,” he said to her, but she didn’t even look over at him.

With his cock shrinking, without cumming, the realization hit him that Christie was done with him. 

“You bitch,” he said, “That was half of my savings!”       

“Oh, a little more than that actually; I took out enough extra for a newer car. Thanks again, Daddy.” She replied.




Christie's College Funding Plan



He started to talk, but she interrupted and held up her iPhone. “Mom is about four minutes away. I’m throwing a swimsuit on and hitting the pool. You get your ass in the shower now and get that oil off of you. If you tell her anything, and, I mean anything, other than you have had a change of heart and want to pay for my college, then I’ll edit these comments that you just made about her and play them for her.”

His eyes widened, and she realized that he didn’t know until then that she had recorded him.

“Yes, I recorded it all,” she clarified,”And if you don’t want to lose half of what you have left in divorce court, you’ll keep your mouth shut.”

He started to say something, and it occurred to her that she might have been too harsh; she thought that she should now give some carrot, not just the stick.

“Listen, William,” she said her tones back to being sweet, “Just tell her you decided to do this for my college, and she’ll be grateful. You’re a smart guy; you can parlay your generosity into great sex with her for years.” 

She was now dressed and unlocking his ankles. She moved up and unlocked his arms. As they came free, William grabbed for the phone. 

“Don’t be stupid, William, the stuff is recorded and kept in the cloud; I can access it from anywhere,” she explained.

As the sound of her mother opening the front door was heard, Christie pointed to the shower and William ran to it.  



Christie's Lazy Day



The sun streamed through the windows as I opened my eyes on that special day last week. I only had a sheet draped across my lithe body as the weather was so warm and I lay there enjoying the fact that I didn't have to go to work today. Today was going to be one of my days, I was due to meet one of my friends for lunch and then I was going out on the town tonight with a group of my girlfriends, but this morning I was going to do some shopping.

I lay there for a little while, occasionally stretching to rid my body of the kinks of sleep. I ran my hands over my pert breasts and found my nipples hard, a shiver ran across my body, as a tingle went straight to my crotch. Continuing to pinch one nipple I allowed my other hand to travel to my pussy, my labia had already started to open a little and my middle finger found my slick wetness.

Oooh, I thought, what better way of starting the day than to have a wank. I gently massaged the area around my little button taking care not to touch it and my lips opened further. I began a circling motion around my clitoris that sent ripples of pleasure running through my body. I pulled my legs up so that my feet were flat on the mattress and opened my legs to give myself better access to my streaming pussy.

The sheet fell away from my legs as I inserted one then two fingers into my opening. I started to finger fuck myself, faster and faster, pushing my hips up to meet the thrusts. Oh, I'm coming, ahh, ahhhh. My climax was approaching like a freight train and as soon as I started to massage my little clitty it sent me over, my cunt spurted my musky juices as I came. I shrieked as I had a powerful come and relaxed back as I caught my breath. I lay still as I enjoyed the post orgasmic glow but soon decided that I should get ready for the day.

Slipping a lightweight wrap around me I headed for the kitchen and filled and turned on the kettle, then I headed for the bathroom. I set the shower to warm and dropping my wrap to the floor, I immersed myself in the fine water droplets. I soaped my body all over paying particular attention to my glowing pussy. Mmm, I need to have a little trim down there I thought. Reaching for my razor I applied some soap to my pubic mound and scrapped the stubble that had grown since I'd last shaved, my pussy was now back to it's pretty best. The lips were clear to see and there was just a tiny triangle of blonde hair above my button, just the way I liked it. After shampooing and conditioning my hair, I rinsed off and stepped from the shower.

Back in the kitchen I turned on the radio and made coffee and toast. I made a mental note of what I wanted to buy this morning. I was going on holiday in a couple of weeks and wanted to pick up a few holiday clothes. Back in my bedroom I decided that I was going to wear one of my light summer dresses and picked out a light blue dress with spaghetti straps, that buttoned up the front. Rummaging around in my undies draw, I decided on a little white G string. I felt so sexy today! 

Drawing the scrap of lace up my legs, I pulled it snug to my still aroused pussy. A white lacy bra followed to cover my peachy tits, they were then hidden by my dress. I left a button at the top and bottom undone, to allow anyone who cared to look, a view of my charms. I put on a little make up, slipped on a pair of low heels and picked up my hand bag. I was ready to shop!

I drove my Ford Ka into town and parked in one of the quieter car parks and started to browse around the shops. I needed a few undies and selected a few thongs, as well as regular briefs. I also bought a Wonderbra, I'm not that big in the boob department and thought it would be fun to give the guys a thrill and enhance my bust. I needed a new swim suit too, so went in to Rogers & Sons, the department store and flicked through the rails. There were two or three that I liked so I took them to the dressing room to try them on.

I gave my bags to the girl at the counter and took the costumes into one of the dressing rooms. One good thing about dressing as I had today was that I only needed to unbutton the dress and then pull the swim suit over my undies. The first two costumes weren't me, a little bit frumpy for my liking. I tried the white costume on last. It was cut high at the thighs and made my legs look so long. The crotch was also narrow and even my narrow G string showed either side of the strip of material. My breasts looked lumpy too because of my bra. 

Now I know that it's not right to try clothes on like undies and swim suits without keeping your knickers on, because of hygiene, but I decided that I was 90% sure of buying this suit so I took the swim suit and my undies off. I then put the swim suit back on to see how it would really look. Wow, my breasts were snugly held in and the crotch of the suit really left little to the imagination. I would have to make sure that I kept myself well trimmed or I'd look like an overstuffed cushion. In fact maybe I should shave my pussy totally. 

I started to peel the costume over my shoulders when I noticed to my horror that the curtain to my dressing room wasn't totally pulled across. Anyone in the shop who looked would be able to see me. In fact there was a man, a very gorgeous man, looking in my direction. Now I had the devil in me. I don't normally do things like this but I was feeling sooo horny today, so I continued to take off my costume pretending not to see him. Standing naked, I faced him and pretended to check the sewing on the costume. He could see me full frontal from where he was standing. I looked up and caught his eye. He looked away, embarrassed to have been caught looking. He looked back and I beckoned to him. I'm sure I saw him swallow hard.

He walked towards the dressing rooms glancing around him as he approached. I beckoned again and he slipped into my changing room. He stood six foot tall, a clear foot taller than me in my bare feet. I looked him up and down, noticing a lump in his tailored slacks, and smiled at him. Reaching out to touch his hard-on he started to say something but I put my finger across my lips to indicate to him to keep quiet. I found the tab of his zip, slowly lowered it, reached in and felt for his hardness. He was massive!

My pussy had started to moisten as soon as I had seen him, now it was flooding. I got on my knees in front of him and unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them and his Calvin's down to his ankles. I could smell his after shave, his hard on poked between the curtains of his shirt tails. I leant forward and tentatively licked the drop of pre-cum from his pee hole, I could smell his masculinity. He groaned inwardly. I lightly ran the tip of my tongue around the ridge of his cock head and then widened my lips to take the end of his cock in my mouth. I slid my mouth down his rigid length and back up again and he put his hands on the back of my head to build a rhythm. I slid my mouth forward again and opened my well-practised throat to accept his full length. Back and forward I moved my head as I allowed this dark stranger to fuck my mouth. I rested my hands on his legs to allow me to remain in control but I was enjoying this raw sex. My pussy was literally dripping on to the well-worn carpet below me. The stranger gently built up his speed until I saw his balls contract and I readied myself for his load of spunk.

One last thrust and his cock jumped in my mouth and released gouts of delicious creamy sticky cum down my throat. I pushed him back and his final drops of sperm splashed onto my breasts. Now that he had finished, he panicked a little and quickly pulled up his pants and trousers, he buttoned himself up and exited the dressing room. I fell back onto my bum and reached for my pulpy wet cunt and viciously frigged at my hard clit, biting on my hand as I had my second powerful orgasm of the day. I decided that it was time that I too left and hurriedly put my clothes back on.

The assistant who had taken my bags, came to the dressing room just as I pulled back the curtain, " You were taking so long I thought I'd check to see if you were okay" she said. "Oh, I, I, I'm fine" I said, "I'll just take the white swim suit please".

She sniffed the air and gave me a funny look. I blushed.

Karen was already in Mario's Wine Bar when I got there just after 1 o'clock, a bottle of Chardonay less a couple of glasses, sat in front of her. "Hi Christie, you're late" she said, enjoying the fact that I was never late, it was always her. "Oh sorry Kazza, I got a little too engrossed in my shopping" I replied contritely.

Pouring me a glass of wine she asked "So, what have you bought?". I showed her my new underwear, a couple of summer dresses, a pair of sandals and lastly my new swimsuit. A whistle came from her lips and her eyes widened "Wow Christie, you're never going to lie on a beach in that surely?".

"Uh huh, you bet" I said cockily. "You'll have to shave or wax your wotsit", she said "or everyone will see what you've got". "Kazza, I shave most of it off already, so what's the problem?" "Mmm, true!" She replied.

We ordered a couple of salads which we polished off, washing it down with the Chardonay. We gossiped and bitched big time about work, friends, in fact just about anyone who came into our firing line. Kazza and I along with two other girl friends, were going out to a couple of pubs then on to a club tonight, so we decided not to order a second bottle. We were sorely tempted, but then I was driving as well, so it was best not to.

As Kazza was staying at my place tonight, we decided to finish off my shopping and then head back to get ready. On the drive back home I told her what had happened in Rogers & Sons which had her in fits of giggles. "Christie, you're insatiable" she said in mock horror and then proceeded to grill me about the sordid details. How big was he? What did he look like? WHAT DID HIS COME TASTE LIKE? She was only jealous!

When we got back to my flat, I opened another bottle of wine and we made ourselves comfortable on my sofa. Karen and I gassed all afternoon about this and that, work, friends, family, my forthcoming holiday, until about 6pm when I decided that it was time that we should start getting ready. I told Karen that she could use the shower first and she got up to go to my bathroom. She wobbled a bit as she stood and giggled. "I think I've had a little too much wine", she said.

I heard her singing as she showered and thought how lucky I was to have her as a friend. She was always there when I needed her, ready to offer a shoulder to cry on. When she had finished she came into the lounge with a towel wrapped around her body and another around her head. "It's all yours" she said. 

I went into the foggy bathroom and stripped off and stepped under the shower. I thought about my day so far, the man in Rogers & Son had left me feeling a little frustrated. I really needed a cock, I hadn't made love for a couple of months and I had an itch that needed scratching. I absent mindedly stroked my pussy, it was slick with my juices. I wondered whether I could find a man tonight.

Going in to my bedroom, Kazza was leaning forward in front of the mirror applying her war paint. The way she stood had allowed her towel to ride up showing me the 'W' of her bottom cheeks. Cute! In the reflection of the mirror, she caught me looking. "Christie, why are you looking at me like that?" she asked. "Like what?" I protested, feeling my cheeks flush a little.

"You're not lezzie are you?" she said as she turned to face me. "N, n, no, I stammered, I was only thinking that you had a cute tush, that's all" She walked towards me and released her towel which slumped to the floor. "I think you're into girls, how delightful" she giggled. I stared at her full breasts, which were rounded off with thick hard nipples. Her triangle of black luxuriant fur, pointed like an arrow to her secret place.

She moved even closer to me and softly held my face in her hands and kissed me on the lips. I blinked with surprise and she kissed me again. One hand reached down to where my towel was tucked in and she pulled. The towel fell, my nipples hardened and my pussy tingled. Kissing me again she slipped her soft tongue into my mouth, I couldn't do anything but respond. I have never slept with another girl before but this felt so right and I needed Karen now.

Pushing me backwards, the backs of my legs touched the bed and Karen gently set me down on the bed. Sitting beside me we continued to kiss and one of her hands cupped my breast and toyed with the nipple. It grew harder as she raked her hand over it and I could feel the dampness between my legs. Pushing me so that I lay on the bed but with my feet still on the carpeted floor, Karen knelt in front of my legs and slowly spread them apart. I was embarrassed to smell my arousal.

"Have you done this before Christie?" She asked. "No, well not with a girl" I said, my voice thick with lust. "Well, let me make sure that you remember and enjoy your first time with girl sex" She said, and lowered her head towards my wet cleft. I could now feel her breath on my thighs as she homed in on my pussy. Her first lick of my slit sent a shock through me and I moaned aloud. "Mmm, spicy" Karen declared and set about sucking and nibbling my increasingly wet cunt. Using her thumbs she opened me to expose my inner lips and swirled them to and fro with her tongue.

My breathing became ragged as she brushed the tip of her tongue over my clitoris. I writhed about as I felt my climax race to catch me, my cunt was now streaming with juice. She then pressed her tongue hard against my button and I screamed. "Oh fuuuuck Kazza, fuck my cunt, ohhh you're fucking my cunt" And I came........ and came. Waves of pleasure coursed through my body as I had one of the best orgasms of my life, my hips mashed my hot pussy into Karen's face. My hands tightly held her head between my thighs as I wanked my cunt against her lips and chin until I was spent. I slumped back on to the bed.

A few minutes passed until I had the strength to look up to see Karen vigorously rubbing her own pussy as she stared at the pulpy mess that she had made of mine. "Aaargh, fuck, fuck, fuck, I'm coming" She swore loudly, as she too got off. I looked at her resting on her haunches gasping for air and burst out laughing. "Hey, what's so funny?" she glared. "You should see your face" I struggled to say.

Karen's freshly applied lipstick had been worked all around her mouth and her face was slick with my girl juice. My bedroom smelled like a brothel. Karen struggled to her feet and looked in the mirror and then turned to face me and theatrically and lasciviously licked my juice from her lips. She too then collapsed in fits of laughter.

Karen and I met the girls in town at 8.30pm at the Dewdrop Inn, one of those new pubs that used to be a bank. What with the high ceilings, and interesting architecture it didn't feel like a regular pub but was very popular with the locals. Gillian, Claire and Betty (Boo) had already been there for 10 minutes and secured a table for us all. Toni (Antoinette) couldn't make it as her boyfriend had got a couple of tickets to a film premiere in London. They were all dressed to the nines!

We polished of two bottles of wine as we caught up on all of the gossip. Claire had finally decided that she was going to change job as she was sick and tired of being taken for granted and thought that she could do a lot better. Boo had met a really nice guy called Tom in the gym and was going on a date with him on the Sunday. 

Gillian was typical Gillian, she had flirted with every new man she had met that week. If they had a bulge in their trousers, she was interested. I wouldn't call her a slut, well maybe, but she was so sweet with it. One of the guys she had flirted with was a new chap at work and she had let him take her home and fuck her on the first night. Another of the guys she had met in the pub and had given him a blow job in the ladies toilet.

I told them all about my encounter in Rogers & Sons to hoots of laughter and looks of disbelief. "Christie, I wouldn't have believed that of you" Gillian said. Boo just stared at me with her mouth wide open, Claire just looked jealous.

At 10pm we made our way to 'Diva's', the second most popular club in the town. We preferred Diva's to 'The Lounge' as the latter seemed to attract lots of spotty youths hoping to get lucky. The Diva crowd seemed to be a bit older. The music pounded as we handed our coats in at the cloakroom, than made our way to one of the four bars. I'd had enough wine, so I had a Bacardi and Coke, the other girls stayed on the wine.

For a Friday, Diva's was quite empty but there was already a good number of people strutting their stuff on the dance floor. We found ourselves a space close-ish to the bar and chatted and watched the dancers. A few guys tried to hit on us but being a group of five I think we were a little intimidating to approach. This is actually a good thing as it makes sure that any wimps and losers don't come near you.

As Boo and I came back from the ladies a cute, tall, blonde guy whistled at us as we passed him. Not surprising really, as I was dressed in a black mini dress with a star burst of glitter over one shoulder. Boo was 'trying' to wear a crop top and mini skirt that showed her sexy flat tummy. We exuded sex.

At 11.30pm the DJ switched to the slow records, which he always does at this time, and barely 30 seconds had passed before the blonde guy asked me if I wished to dance. I was struck by his rugged looks and graciously accepted. On the floor he chastely placed one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip and introduced himself as Simon.

He made me laugh as he pointed out other people on the floor and joked about their clothes or dance moves. We stayed on the floor for a second record and he drew me a little closer to him. being taller than me, I felt the unmistakably lump of a promising cock on my stomach. I looked up at him and smiled, he blushed. "I, I, I am sorry", he said "It's just that I find you very attractive and I would like to get to know you better". I was charmed by his shyness. Mmm, maybe he would get to know me a little better I thought to myself.

After the dance I grabbed my drink and bag and we found somewhere a little quieter and chatted. Simon was a Marketing Manager at a biscuit manufacturer of all places, not the most sexiest of products but he was very enthusiastic about his job and it obviously paid well judging by the clothes that he was wearing. He was charming, funny, shy, boyish, everything I like in a man. I decided that I may want to sleep with him.

I let Simon take charge and when he stroked my arm as we were talking, a tingle ran up my arm down my body and straight to my pussy. He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips and I responded. Probing my mouth with his tongue, my pussy tingled more and my nipples hardened. My mind was made up, Simon was going to share my bed tonight.

I excused myself to go to the toilet and told Kazza and the rest of the girls, that I was taking Simon home and gave her my spare key so that she could get in later. I asked her to give me an hour to get it on with Simon. She giggled. "Somehow I knew you were going to pull tonight" she said and agreed not to get back too early.

When I got back from the loo, Simon looked relieved that I hadn't done a runner. "Would you like to come back to my place for a coffee?" I asked. His eyes shone "Yes, very much!" We found a cab outside the club straight away and ten minutes later I was in the kitchen boiling the kettle. Simon was pacing the lounge apprehensively as I brought in two steaming mugs of Nescafe's finest. I turned on some music and we sat on my sofa and small talked. Simon took my mug and set it down on the coffee table and kissed me. I thrust my tongue into his mouth and our tongues fought a merry duel.




Christie's Lazy Day



Checking out the lay of the land, Simon moved his hand from my arm and cupped a bra less breast and found a nipple as hard as a bullet. I moaned involuntarily. I reached to the back of his neck and stroked it letting him know that I was willing. I stood up and clasped his hand and lead him to my bedroom, he willingly followed. Once inside we resumed our foreplay. He reached behind and slowly unzipped my dress and stroked my bare back with his strong hands.

Oh what a sweet guy, he actually asked me if he could make love to me. Unlike some of the men I have been with, who almost rip my clothes off when they have picked up the slightest encouragement, Simon who I really wanted, had asked me. Once I had nodded, he pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders and it slipped to the floor around my feet. I stood in front of him in just a thong and my heels. Bending down he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth causing me to shiver. I reached for his shirt and pulled it out of his expensively tailored trousers and unbuttoned it and pushed it off. His body was finely honed with just a dusting of chest hair. I then undid his belt and trousers which followed my dress in a heap on the floor.

I held his stiff cock through the material of his briefs and started to rub it, he thrust back matching my rhythm. We pulled apart so that we could extricate ourselves from the piles of shed clothes at our feet and Simon took me to my bed. Lying down, Simon worked his way around my body, hitting all of the right buttons, nuzzling my neck, nipping at my nipples, tracing a line down my body with his tongue until he reached the scrap of material that was my thong.

Hooking his fingers in the waistband, I raised my hips to allow him to slip of my thong. I was desperate to be filled by that fat cock of his but he lowered his mouth to my opening pussy and started to lick tenderly. Oh man, he knew his way around a pussy and I started to grind my crotch into his mouth. His ministrations slowly brought me to the edge and over as I had a powerful orgasm. He rested back on his haunches as he let me recover a little. I had reached the plateau and was purring. I had had my starters, now I wanted the main course.

I reached into his briefs and exposed a large uncut cock. Moving towards him I pulled his foreskin back and I sank my mouth over his hardness which bought a cry of pleasure from him. Swirling my tongue under the rim of his cock head I made Simon jump. I slid my mouth over his shaft a few times but it was obvious that he was concerned that he might shoot too quickly and he nudged me away. I lay back on the bed and rubbed my wet cunt like a very dirty girl while he stood up and removed his briefs.

He approached me with his cock bouncing in front of him and positioned himself between my legs. Taking one of my pillows, he got me to raise my hips, as he slid it underneath me. He then grasped my ankles and pushed them in the air and exposed my wet, pulpy cunt to his gaze. By pushing the large head between my slick lips he made me gasp. His cock was big and he knew it, so he gently opened me by pushing in and out with shallow strokes. I could feel my juices overflowing from my pussy and trickling down over my arsehole.

Sensing that I was now ready, Simon drilled his whole length into my hole. The feeling was incredible and almost knocked the wind out of me, I had never felt so stuffed by cock in my life and I loved it. Simon picked up the pace as he sawed into me, my heightened state of arousal made me squirm on the crumpled sheets. "Ah, ah, ah, ah I'm coooommmming, I screamed as Simon slammed his hard cock into the depths of my cunt. Bam, bam, bam, he plunged in and out of me when finally he buried his bone deep within me and let rip with his ejaculation, splashing my cervix with his come.

Simon roared like a bear as he deposited his seed and slumped over me breathing hard, a sheen of sweat the evidence of his exertions. I wrapped my arms around his heaving muscular frame, I was now satisfied after too long without a good hard cock in me. We fell into a deep contented sleep in each other's arms. I didn't even hear Kazza come in.



Christie's Miracle



Christie was cold, lonely and hungry again this year. For four years in total now, she had not managed to beg for a meal. "Everything changed around Christmas," Christie thought, people got selfish. Sure, people chucked unwanted clothes in a homeless bin, but what was she going to do with a spaghetti string sequin top, when it was snowing? She needed to keep warm, not sparkly. They shut themselves in their warm houses and ignored everyone else. They gave overpriced presents to people they loved. Did they have any idea how much it would change her life if they gave that much money to her?"

She sighed and huddled up against the blizzard that was starting to form. She started to cry. Everyone would be happy to see that it was snowing on Christmas day; everyone but Christie. She could not sit safely inside by the fire on Christmas Eve and looking out at the beautiful white flakes slowly piling up, excited to see the kids wake up with wide eyes waiting for presents and Christmas dinner. Snow on Christmas day meant she could die in her sleep, or wake up with no fingers.

She had tried all day to find somewhere to spend the night, but to no avail. She thought about what they taught her when she was little, about Mary and Joseph, about all the Inns being full. "Yeah right", she thought. People here are too stingy even to let you stay in their barn.

She pressed herself into the doorway as far as she could go and putting her head inside her coat, tried to catch some sleep before it was too dangerous to drift off. Sometimes she wished she would never wake up.

There is something indefinable about the human spirit; something no one can put their finger on. Hundreds of generations, cultures, philosophers, scientists, preachers and paupers; all have tried to pinpoint what it is that makes us who we are, but no one has ever been able to do so. Our struggle to persevere against all odds, even when we reach our darkest hour, even when we wish the world would just turn to dust around us, we find it impossible to fully let go, find it necessary to go on.

"Christmas is a time when all men recognize the human spirit in each of us. We remember that deep down we all have the same heart beating in our chests," John thought. He knew this as surely as he knew his own name.

John had seen Christie before; last Christmas, in fact. He had been another person then. Funny how life bringing a man to his knees can make him see other people in a different way. Back then, he had judged Christie, he assumed she was one of those people who would never stop blaming others for her own stupidity and addiction. He thought maybe it would be a good thing if she did not wake up in the morning.

He had seen her once in the summer. She had looked like the most beautiful person he had ever seen. She had been sitting by the river, the water's reflection playing across her face. Basking in the light of the sun, she seemed a golden goddess. She was thin, waif-like but healthy, with skin like fine porcelain. She might have been a model, or a movie star. How did she end up in such a state, hungry and homeless, lonely and poor? What had life done to Christie to bring her to her knees, never to rise again?

John had to know. He walked to her and tried to wake her, but she did not respond. He panicked. He shook her repeatedly, but she would not awaken. He could feel her pulse only faintly. He called an ambulance. Things were a blur. It seemed one minute the EMTs were taking forever, the next he was in the ambulance by her side, rushing to hospital with the emergency siren blaring.

"Is this heaven?" She asked no one in particular, three days later.

"No, this is hospital. You are going to be fine." John sighed; he felt like he had been holding his breath since he hadn't been able to wake her.

"Are you a doctor? You don't look like one." A smile lit up her face.

"No. I found you and brought you here. You nearly died because of the cold." He said.

"Why are you still here?" she asked.

"I have nowhere else to be," he smiled.

They talked for hours about the last few years of their lives. She told him about her abusive father: how she and her mother had been forced out onto the streets; her mother dying of the cold the same year. Christie had found her and had not been able to wake her. She had been forced to grow up alone. She could not trust anyone.

He told her about the car crash in which his wife and child had died; how he could think of it only as his fault, for working late. If he had been home to nip out for milk, Lisa would not have had to take Anna in the car with her. Dead, they had looked cold and lonely. Three nights ago, Christie had looked the same. He never wanted her to look like that again.

She should have been resting, but they talked until the sun rose, then fell asleep, John sitting in his chair with his hand in hers.

A nurse walked in to check on Christie, saw they were finally sleeping, smiled, and turned away.

Christie was allowed to leave the hospital the next day. They did not speak to each other. He left her standing at the entrance while he went to fetch his car. She looked lonely and lost. She looked almost surprised when he pulled up next to her and opened the door.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Home."

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She never asked him why he had taken her home. It was something they never felt the need to speak about. Sometimes when you know something in your heart you do not need to hear someone say it. She sat on his couch and watched "A Muppet's Christmas Carol." When he saw her laugh it brought tears to his eyes. He wiped them away so she could not see him cry for her.

He made her dinner and they ate it by candle light. She exclaimed how delicious it was with almost every mouthful. After dinner they went and sat in front of the fire. She looked out of the window at the snow falling with a look he could not fathom.

He held her close, and she looked up at him with a mixture of adoration and what he was scared to admit was love. He kissed her. She kissed him back. They did this for hours, just sitting together, being together and kissing.

He ran her a bath and bathed her. He threw away the clothes that she had worn on the streets without telling her; he never wanted to see her in them again. He massaged her, and she moaned with every touch. She could not believe how amazing it made her body feel. Sometimes it hurt a little, but it reached the core of her muscles and she felt light as a feather afterwards.

He took her to the bedroom. She was light enough to carry while she was curled up in his arms. He laid her on the bed. Her nipples were pink and rippled. He could see goose pimples on them as well as on her stomach and legs, because she had just come out of the hot water. He turned the heating up a little to keep her comfortable.

He played his hands over her stomach, and just under her breasts. She shivered and looked up at him and smiled. She giggled and pulled him down on top of her for another kiss. Her lips were velvet soft and tickled him like butterfly wings. She was perfect, he thought, as he snaked his hand around her back. He kissed her neck, her chest, her stomach. He moved his hands down her sides, massaged her belly and her calves. He put his hands all over her, and when she moaned he thought his heart would burst with love for her.

He moved his mouth to her vagina while stroking her stomach and sides. He pushed her legs open just enough so she stayed comfortable. He licked and stroked her, worshipping his goddess with his tongue. His movements quickened and she began moaning repeatedly. He needed no more invitation or preparation to be inside her. He felt like he had always been ready. He lined up and slid in almost gracefully. She arched her back and gasped. He rocked his hips against hers and she met him thrust for thrust. They were working slow, making it last. They kissed and groped each other, touching and caressing.

She moaned with every thrust now, he filled her to the hilt. He gasped with her, their bodies entwined and soaked with sweat. The room was hot. They panted for air. He thrust harder, but not faster. She cried for release and they came together in a moment of pure magic. They shuddered and held each other for a long time afterwards.

He rolled off her, and pulled her onto his chest. She lolled against him, breathing hard.

"I love you." She said in almost a whisper.

"I love you too." He kissed her forehead.

She closed her eyes and thought about the last Christmas she had had, and how it different from this one. She wondered what the next would bring.

She fell asleep on his chest that night, just as she did every night for the rest of their lives.

Next Christmas Eve, she sat by the fire looking out the window watching the snow, with their three month old baby in her arms. She would be that woman now. In the years to come, she would wait eagerly for her children to rise in the morning and play in the snow. But she would never forget what it was like to be on the other side of that window pane, looking in. 

She would never forget her Christmas miracle.



Christie's Regular Occurrences



Disclaimer: This story contains explicit material including masturbation, diapers, diaper masturbation, and lesbian sex. If you do not wish to be subjected to any of these, please do not continue to read this story.

Part 1: Christie at the Gas Station

"Alright, I'll see you tomorrow!" said Christie Wilkins as she left her friends in the high school parking lot. She drove her small, hand-me-down, gremlin-like car toward the exit to the parking lot, stopping at the stop sign at the intersection. She looked down at her instrument panel and sighed, "crap... Almost out of gas AGAIN! Why can't I have a hybrid or something that gets more than 8 miles to the freaking gallon?" she asked herself.

She took a left turn out of the parking lot and made her way to the nearest gas station. She pulled up to the pump and stepped out of her car, looking around as she did so and taking in the scenery which she had seen far too many times. "I really need a change in pace..." she said, walking into the gas station to pre pay for her gas. She never filled up her gas without paying first anymore. The first time she did, she put exactly the amount of gas she had wanted into her tank, but the second... The second time, she had forgotten about it while talking to her friend on the phone. She had put ten dollars to much into the tank... Ten dollars which was her money for dinner and the basketball game that she was going to. 

Now, Christie wasn't the best looking girl in school, and definitely not the best looking senior. She was about four feet nine inches in height and weighed about a hundred pounds. She had nice, round cheeks, but a relatively slender head, making her look somewhat like a chipmunk. Her face was covered in freckles which stood out when she blushed or when she was in the sun for too long. Her auburn hair was normally always kept in a single French braid which reached half way down her shoulder blades, but when it was let out, it was very wavy and very shiny. She wore glasses with small, rectangular frames, which, most of the time, she kept perched on the bridge of her nose. But when she wanted to, she could put on many faces by just moving the glasses to the very tip of her nose. She could be pouting, offended, suggestive (something which she reserved for only her boyfriend), and many more things with this one, simple gesture.

On to the point, she was particularly put off by having to spend her game money on gas because her boyfriend was the captain of the basketball team, a fact which she was more than proud to admit, and the reason she was doubly sorry that she had to miss the game, and resolved never to put gas into her tank without paying first ever again. 

Christie walked through the door to the gas station and up to the counter, her wallet in hand. "I'd like to pre-pay twenty dollars, please." She said politely. "Fine," said the cashier, a bitter-looking woman behind the counter. "Do you want a receipt?" the woman asked callously. "No thank you," said Christie, turning from the counter and walking to the bulletin board which hung by the door. This was a regular occurrence for Christie when she pumped gas. She would always look at the bulletin board before leaving the building to see if someone had a car for sale, or if someone was looking to hire. She scanned the board quickly, and quickly found something of interest. It was a poster with large lettering on the very top which said "Wanted: Someone for Babysitting," and phone number tabs at the bottom. She started to read the fine print on the poster when, all of a sudden, from behind her, came a loud voice the voice of the woman.

"Hey, are you going to go pump your gas, or are you just going to stand there looking like a delinquent?" she asked with a sneer. 

"I'll go pump my gas now." Said Christie, her heart beating hard from the fright the woman had given her. Christie quickly turned around and grabbed one of the phone number tabs and jammed it into her pocket, and went to put the gas in her tank.

Part 2: An Interview on the Phone

About three hours after Christie had gotten the gas in her car, she was sitting at home watching TV when she heard her mom's voice. "Christie! You need to do your laundry, sweetheart!" she called. "OK, mother!" said Christie, standing up and gathering the clothes off of her floor, throwing them into a clothes basket near her bedroom door. This was another regular occurrence in Christie's life. 

As soon as she had all of the clothes gathered into the basket, she began to strip off the shirt and jeans that she was currently wearing. The shirt, a plain white short sleeved v-neck shirt, was first, followed by her faded blue jeans, both of which she nonchalantly tossed into the basket without any further thought. She slowly walked over to her dresser and opened one of the drawers, but stopped when she saw, out of the corner of her eye, the slightest bit of movement to her right. She turned and looked at what had moved, and there she saw it: the full length mirror that she had bought for her room to make sure that she looked good enough for her boyfriend, Todd. She looked herself up and down, from the top of her head, to her shoulders and neck, to her supple, purple lace bra encased breasts, and down further to her hips and pelvic area, encased in the same purple lace that her breasts were, only in boy short form. "You know, girl," she said to herself, "you don't look too bad for an 18 year old."  

Without thinking, she reached up behind her and unclasped her bra, taking it off and tossing it into the basket with her other clothes and looked into the mirror, admiring her small, perky breasts and the nipples that stood at attention. Her right hand seemed to move of its own accord, resting itself over her mound outside her panties and stroking up and down. She let out a small moan and let her head fall backwards as her hand continued to move up and down. This was another one of the regular occurrences which Christie had become so accustomed to. She would always catch her reflection, always in the scantily clad state of gathering all of her laundry, and she would always bring herself to a quick climax at the sight of her body, a sight which, for some reason, turned her on. Unfortunately, the fates were against Christie today.

"Christie! Get your laundry done, now!" came her mom's voice as she began to feel herself move toward the climax. "Fine, mother!" she called, her hand stopping its movement and her thumb hooking into her panties waistband along with her left hand's. She pulled her panties off and threw them into the basket, and walked back over to her dresser drawer, grabbing another pair of panties out, these a simple white cotton with butterflies on them, and pulling them on. She didn't know why, but she really enjoyed these panties. They made her feel like a little girl again, a time in her life which she had to miss out on because of family problems.

She closed that drawer and opened another, taking out a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and swiftly putting them on, not worrying about a bra since she was just in her house. 

After she had made sure that she was properly dressed and covered, and that her mother would not have a conniption fit that she was "too young to be dressing like one of those supermodels," she grabbed the basket of clothes and made the seemingly long trek (which was really out of her bedroom door and down the stairs directly to the right) to the laundry room. "Always at the most inopportune times," she said to herself, talking, of course, about her mother's interruption. 

She opened the washer and threw some of her shirts into it, and a couple of pairs of jeans, checking the pockets before she threw them in. Soon, nothing remained in the basket except the lone pair of jeans which she had taken off not minutes before, and various items which would have to be put into the "delicate" wash cycle. 

She picked up the pair of jeans and searched the pockets, expecting to find nothing, but pulling out of the right hip pocket the little slip of paper from the babysitting poster at the gas station. She quickly threw the jeans into the washer and started it up, running upstairs. She needed a job, after all, and she was NOT going to let someone slide in and beat her to this one.

She took the stairs two at a time, like she normally did when going to her room, and quickly opened and shut her door, grabbing her cell phone off of her dresser. She jumped onto her bed and quickly dialed the number, leaning against the wall the head of her bed sat against. 

As the phone rang, her stomach was in a knot. She'd never really had any babysitting experience, so she didn't know what to say if they asked her any questions. "Hello?" came the voice on the other end of the line, a woman's voice. It was calm and smooth, and every time it spoke, Christie felt more and more relaxed.

"Hi! Um... I'm calling because I saw your poster about babysitting in the gas station, and I was wondering if you still had a need for someone," said Christie, her voice a little shaky. 

"Oh, yes, actually I do still need someone," said the voice. "I will just need to ask you a few questions so I know you're qualified. How old are you?" she asked in a matter-of-fact manner. 

"I'm 18," answered Christie. 

"Oh, that's perfect," said the woman. "Hmm... Do you have any experience?"

"I... I don't..." Christie stammered, hoping that she would still be alright with the job.

"Oh... Well, that doesn't matter, I can walk you through most of it, and we can establish a comfort zone if you do qualify," she said. "Let's see... I think I only have one more question. Are you good with diapers?" she asked.

"Well... I've changed my little cousin's diapers. Does that count?" asked Christie.

The woman laughed. "You're funny. Alright, I think you qualify. My name is Charlotte, by the way." 

"Awesome!" said Christie a little too enthusiastically. "I mean, awesome," she said calmly. "When can I start?" 

"Well," said Charlotte, "tonight if you want."

"That would be fantastic!" said Christie. "What time should I be there?" 

"Any time, really," said Charlotte. "I'm a flexible woman... In more ways than one," she chuckled at her own joke. "The address is on the phone tabs from the poster. Did you grab one?" 

"Oh, yes! I've actually got it right here in my hand."

"Fantastic. When can I expect you?"

"Um... In about an hour and a half?" asked Christie.

"Perfect," said Charlotte. "I'll see you then." 

Charlotte hung up the phone and heaved a big sigh. That was over... now she just had to tell her mom...

Part 3: The Wonderful Misunderstanding

The explaining to her mom went far better than she had anticipated. Apparently her mom had been waiting for her to get a job ever since she turned 17, a fact which especially surprised Christie, because her mom had FORBIDDEN her to get a job until she was a full on adult. But Christie simply explained to her mother that she needed this, and that there was really nothing her mother could do about it, and, when her mother said "Yes, you do, and no I can't." She walked away astounded and got ready to go.  

She didn't think to change her clothes, just to put her cute, butterfly print bra on, the one that matched her panties, and she threw on her cutest pair of flats. She wanted to be comfortable while she was babysitting. After all, she didn't know how much running around she would be doing chasing after children, if any. From the sounds of it, the kids she would be watching were still quite young. After all, had Charlotte not said "are you good with diapers?" 

With these thoughts all swimming around in her head, she found herself, almost an hour and a half later to the dot, on the front porch of the address which was on the slip of paper in her hand. She slid the paper into the pocket of her sweatpants, her hand grazing her leg as she did this. It was now that she realized just how turned on she had been earlier during her little "laundry day escapade." 

"Oh, great, Christie... You're showing up for a new job horny... perfect start," she thought aloud as she raised her hand to knock on the door, but just as she was about to knock, the door opened, and inside stood the best looking woman Christie had ever seen... This definitely had to be Charlotte.

She stood about five feet five inches tall, and every bit of her screamed "beauty." She had long, toned legs which led up to round hips and a gorgeous, plump derriere which was encased in a pair of khaki shorts. Her midsection was covered by a t-shirt which clung to her, making her breasts appear to pop out like it were a 3D movie. Christie could clearly see the outline of her nipples, and rightly assumed that this bombshell of a woman wasn't wearing a bra. Well, if I wasn't turned on before I got here, I am now... she thought to herself, this time not out loud. Christie had always been curious as to why the sight of her own body 

"You must be Christie," the woman, who was obviously in her mid to upper twenties, said. "I'm Charlotte, it's nice to meet you," she said, holding her hand out for Christie to shake.

"Nice to meet you too," said Christie shyly, shaking Charlotte's hand. 

"Please, come in," said Charlotte, motioning Christie inside. "You look absolutely parched. Can I get you something to drink?" she asked. 

"Um... Some water would be great," replied Christie. 

"OK, I'll get that for you now. Why don't you take a seat on the couch there, and I'll bring your water out to you."

Christie did as Charlotte suggested, keeping her eyes at her feet the whole time. Soon Charlotte returned with two glasses of water , and she sat down next to Christie.

"So you said on the phone that you had no experience... What made you call?" asked Charlotte.

"Well... I don't know, really... It was just kind of a compulsion. Plus, I'd been looking for something like this for a while..." replied Christie. 

"Really?" asked Charlotte. "How long?"

"Just a couple of years," Christie replied. "Since I turned 17, I guess." 

"Huh... Interesting. So I suppose you're wondering what all you'll have to be doing," said Charlotte.

"Yeah," Christie nodded. "I assume I'll be changing diapers... Speaking of which, where is, or are, the children?" she asked.

Charlotte just kind of stared at Christie. "Christie... Why do you think you're here?" she asked.

Christie raised her eyebrow "Well... To babysit, of course," she said. 

Charlotte just started laughing, and Christie was slightly offended. "Well if you didn't want a babysitter, you could have just said so," she said.

"Oh, no," said Charlotte, containing her laughing. "I'm sorry... Did you not read the fine print on the poster?" she asked.

"Well... I was going to, but the witch behind the counter at the gas station shooed me out of there before I could... I just grabbed the phone tab and hurried out."

Charlotte chuckled again. "I see, so it's just a simple misunderstanding." She said. "See... I wasn't advertising that I needed a babysitter, I was advertising that I wanted to babysit someone... The fine print said that I babysit for people who want to regress... I play the mommy figure for people who want to act younger... and sometimes I play a bit more. I asked you how old you were because 18 is the limit that I have to abide by. I can't watch anyone under that or it could be considered 'child molestation.'" 

Christie was flabbergasted. Here was this woman who just admitted to wanting to babysit older people who acted like children. "So... when you asked if I was 'good with diapers...'" 

"I was asking if you had a desire to wear them... After all, some people do... It's not unheard of at all, so I keep a supply here just in case," she said. 

Christie began to feel a little horny at the thought. She loved feeling like a little girl. After all, that's why she bought the cute butterfly and flower print panties and bras... They made her feel younger again... And feeling younger, of course, turned her on.

"I see..." she said, trying to keep control of her voice. "And you charge people for this?" she asked.

"No," said Charlotte. "I don't think that people should have to pay for their desires. If it makes them feel complete, or it makes them feel happy, or makes them feel good, why should they have to pay for it? I have plenty of money, and I'm not going to run out any time soon, so I figure I can afford to fund other people's fun." 

"Wow... That's really awesome of you," said Christie slightly amazed, setting her water glass, which she hadn't realized she'd emptied down on the coffee table next to the couch. "I... I'd probably better be going..." she said, beginning to stand up. "I don't want to take up any more of your time..." 

Charlotte touched her arm lightly, a touch that felt like lightning through Christie's body. "Please, don't go quite yet," said Charlotte. "I've actually really enjoyed your company." 

Christie smiled and sat back down, crossing her legs to try and quell the jolts that were beginning in her already hot sex. "You know," she said, "I have always loved feeling younger. I never really got to be that little girl because... well, because my parents got divorced when I was 8 and I had to take on a lot of responsibility... I buy cute panties and bras, and they make me feel younger."

Charlotte smiled knowingly. "Well the, sweetheart, you're in the right place," she said. "That is, if you want to..." 

Christie almost jumped with excitement. She was far more into this than she thought she would be when Charlotte told her what she did. "That would be great!" she said.

Charlotte giggled a little bit, showing her first signs of acting her age. "Alright. I do need to know, though... Do your desires to be younger... do they turn you on? If so, I need to know if you're comfortable with me taking care of that if you want me to..." she said in a more serious tone. "If not, there's plenty of privacy in this house for you to do it on your own."

"Um... Well, maybe not with you at first, but... After I'm a little more comfortable?" asked Christie. "I... I do find you very attractive," she said very shyly.

Charlotte smiled and grabbed her by the hand. "Thank you," she said. "Now... Do you want to wear diapers, or do you want to just act younger, and put on clothes that would make you look younger. See, some people just wear the diapers which make them feel younger, and forego the regression, but some prefer the age regression to diapers. Still some like both."

"I um... I would like to try just the diapers for now... I don't want to look completely like a little girl, just kinda feel like one." 

Charlotte nodded her understanding and took Christie by the hand, leading her down a hallway in the house, and into a room unlike any Christie had seen. There was a large crib on the left side of the room which looked like it could fit any adult who wished to sleep in it, and a changing table on the far side underneath a window which had smoky glass so that nobody could see in. Underneath the changing table, there was a humongous stack of disposable diapers, and next to it, a stack of cloth diapers. 

Charlotte led Christie over to the changing table, not allowing for the chance to take in the rest of the sights in the room. "Which would you prefer, darling?" asked Charlotte, still holding Christie's hand. Christie took her other hand and brushed the top of one of the disposable diapers, the touch sending a jolt of pleasure mixed with shame right through her body. 

"Um... I'd like one of those," she said, slightly ashamed, pointing to one of the disposables, then quickly put her hand down.

"OK," said Charlotte. "Hop up on the table and I'll get you strapped in in no time."

And she did exactly that, too. Christie was barely on the table when Charlotte had her sweat pants off and was looking right at her butterfly panty covered vagina. She quickly did away with the panties and slid one of the diapers underneath Christie's bum and sprinkled some baby powder into the interior of the diaper, not wanting to apply it directly to her for fear she would be uncomfortable. Almost as soon as it had begun, it had ended, and Christie was strapped comfortably into a diaper.




Christie's Regular Occurrences



It was a feeling unlike any other she had ever experienced. There was a feeling of warmth between her legs, and encompassing her bum, which she had never felt before. It was an amazing feeling, made only more so by her mounting excitement. She picked up her panties and slid them on over the diaper. This sent her over the edge. She felt like such a little girl in this attire, that when she spoke next, it was unconsciously in a higher, younger voice.

"This is amazing," she said. "Do you mind if I take my shirt off?" 

Charlotte shook her head. "Go right ahead dear, I'm here for you, not the other way around, remember?"

Christie nodded and pulled her t-shirt off. "Is there a mirror I could look in?" she asked, and Charlotte nodded, grabbing her by the hand once more and showing her to the bathroom where there was a full length mirror. She looked into the mirror and almost came right there. What she saw was not like anything she had ever imagined. Her legs were spread from the bulk of the diaper and her panties didn't even begin to cover it up, but instead they made it look like the diaper had butterfly print on it, and her bra made her look even younger when it was paired with the diaper.

"Oh, my God..." She said aloud, causing Charlotte to smile. "I never thought..." she started to frown a bit. "Uh..." she looked at Charlotte. "I have to use the restroom..." she said. 

"Why not use what you're wearing?" asked Charlotte. "You might actually like it."

Christie nodded, and tried to relax, but she couldn't. "I don't think I can do it with you watching..." she said, slightly embarrassed. 

"That's OK," said Charlotte, "I'll wait right outside the door." She dropped Christie's hand, which Christie was very disappointed about, and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

Christie stood there, her legs still pushed apart by the diaper and began to relax, closing her eyes and trying to push out the pee which was almost certainly a result of the water she had drunk earlier. Water always went straight through her. 

Suddenly all of these thoughts of "what would my mom think," and "what would my boyfriend think" began to speed through her head, but were soon banished from all thought as she felt herself about to pee. All of a sudden, a rush of hot liquid flowed from her and into the diaper, which absorbed all of it without a problem. The hotness of the pee scared her, and she stopped for a second, but then she felt the diaper against her vagina, the heat which the pee had created, and she only wanted more. She released the full contents of her bladder into the diaper, the heat of which was almost too much for her to handle in her already aroused state. 

She hopped herself up onto the counter of the bathroom sink and pressed two fingers into the outside of her diaper over her vagina. She began to swirl her fingers around, feeling the pressure on her hot mound, and feeling the mounting climax which is sure to come from all of this. 

And boy did it come. She came hard and fast into her diaper in the most intense orgasm she had ever had. She was very vocal about it, too... Her moans and screams could be heard throughout the entire house, though it wasn't like they needed to be, because Charlotte was standing outside the door listening, smiling. She knocked on the door and heard a meek "Come in..." from the other side. 

She opened the door to see Christie leaning back against the counter, breathing heavily with her eyes half closed. "That... was... fantastic..." Christie said, looking at Charlotte who simply smiled. 

"I thought you'd like that," she said, smiling and walking up to Christie. "You look exhausted."

Christie nodded. "I am... I know this is going to sound like... really selfish and weird... but is there any way I could take like, a half hour nap before I go home... I'm just so... sooo—" she couldn't finish her sentence because of the gigantic yawn which was overtaking her body. 

Charlotte grabbed her around the shoulders and pulled her in for a hug. "I'm glad you enjoyed that. Come with me, we'll get you in for a nice nap." But Christie couldn't follow. She had fallen asleep in Charlotte's arms. Charlotte smiled and picked Christie up, carrying her into the nursery and setting her down in the crib. She quickly gave her a diaper change so she did not get a rash, and walked out of the room.

Part 4: The Glorious Morning After

When Christie woke up, she knew she hadn't just taken a half hour nap. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light that was shining through the nursery window, and even then, she didn't realize right away where she was. She looked around and realized just where she was. She instantly felt afraid. Here she was, in a diaper, in a crib, in some strange lady's house who she'd never met until the night before, and had brought herself to a monster orgasm in this strange woman's bathroom. And, on top of everything else, she was scared out of her mind what her mother would think!

"Come on, Christie, think... What can I do?" she asked herself aloud. 

"Well, for starters, you can hop out of that crib," came the voice of Charlotte as she walked over from a chair in the corner of the nursery which Christie hadn't noticed before. She undid the latch on the side of the crib, and it slid down, allowing for Christie to climb out with ease. "Thanks... But what is my mother going to think when she finds out I was over here all night?" she asked.

"Well, she's going to think exactly what I told her when I called her. That I got home late after having had you watch the kids, and you were asleep. But instead of wake you up and have you drive home exhausted, I decided to let you crash here. She was totally OK with it, especially since today's Saturday," said Charlotte, showing more of her true age there. "Now... I said that I might have to do some errand running that would require me to have a babysitter for a little while... It might even take all day. Your mom said it would be fine as long as you were home by dinner time... You don't have to stay, but if you want to –" 

Christie cut her off, "Oh, I'd love to!" she exclaimed, jumping into Charlotte's arms, an action which surprised Charlotte. "Thank you so much!" 

"Of course! I'm kinda enjoying your company around here," she said. "It's been a while since I've had anyone around here to look after." 

"Really? How long?" asked Christie.

"Well... It's been about a year... Most of the people who are into being babied or wanting to feel younger are much older than you, sweetheart... it's only once in a blue moon that someone younger comes along. Most of the older types don't like it that I'm younger than them, so they just kinda avoid me." 

"Well they're stupid, because you've made me feel so amazing, and I've only known you for a day, if even that," responded Christie as she got a funny look on her face. "I... I've got to use the bathroom again," she said. 

"OK, you go ahead. I'll wait in here," said Charlotte.

"No... I kinda want to do it in here... with you... If it's anything like yesterday..." she stammered. "I mean... I'm already getting turned on by just thinking about it... If it's anything like yesterday... I want you to... to bring me off..." she said. 

Charlotte smiled. "Really? Are you sure?" she asked, looking the younger girl in the eyes.

"I'm positive..." replied Christie, to which Charlotte simply backed away a couple of steps. Christie took this as the sign to begin. She concentrated hard on relaxing her bladder. It took less time this time, and she didn't stop this time around because she was expecting the heat which her pee would cause in the diaper. It spread quickly from the front to the back, heating up her whole diapered region. She put her hand on the front of her diaper, felt the warmth spread upwards, and moaned. She was in heaven, a heaven she never thought she would find in a million years. She looked up at Charlotte who had gone to a drawer in a dresser at the end of the crib, and was now holding...

"What is that thing?" asked Christie. "It looks like—" she didn't finish her sentence.

"It's a vibrator," said Charlotte. "And you'll just love how it makes you feel."

She walked up to Christie and turned the vibrator on. "You're going to have to trust me, alright?" she said. Christie nodded. "Good. Now I'm just going to put it on the outside of your diaper like this..." she pressed the tip of the vibrator into the outside of Christie's diaper right above her already throbbing vagina and applied moderate pressure. Christie moaned loudly. "Oh my God! Oh my God! This is--oohhhhhhh!" She began to buckle at the knees, but Charlotte moved her over to the chair. "You like that, then?" she asked, holding up the vibrator with a smile on her face. 

"Oh, GOD yes!" Christie said. "Please, don't stop!" 

"I've got something you might like a lot more..." said Charlotte, un-taping Christie's diaper and pulling the front down. "May I?" she asked. Christie was far too turned on to turn her away, and simply nodded, because she knew that if she spoke, she would seem overly eager.

Charlotte placed the vibrator at the top of Christie's lips, simply moving it up and down as her face got closer and closer to Christie. Soon, her face was right on top of her, and she stuck out her tongue and started to lick Christie's slit up and down. Christie moaned. She knew she'd been interested in women as well as men for the longest time, but now she knew she was hooked. Even this slight touch from another woman's tongue was enough to tell her that, but she wasn't ready for the sensation that she felt next.

Charlotte plunged her tongue into Christie, moving it in and out as quickly as she could, and positioning the vibrator directly over Christie's clitoris. Christie couldn't contain herself. She screamed at the top of her lungs as she came within seconds of the vibrator touching her clit and the tongue entering her, she didn't care who heard her. "OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYYYY GGOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHH!!"

But Charlotte didn't stop after one orgasm, nor two, nor three. She brought Christie to six mind and body wrenching orgasms before Christie was so tired that she just fell asleep, the fifth of which resulted in Christie squirting her juices across the room in the throngs of pleasure.

Charlotte woke Christie up two hours later, her hands running through her hair, Christie in a fresh diaper, her panties and sweat pants on over it, concealing it quite well, and her t-shirt on, both of them on the chair. "Hey" she said groggily. "What time is it?" she asked. 

"It's almost three o'clock," Charlotte answered. "I figured I'd better get you dressed and ready to go home. Your mom told me that dinner was at five, so I wanted you to have time to get home."

Christie looked up at Charlotte. "Oh..." she said, disappointedly. She really did not want to leave. "I guess I'd better get going, then... Do you want this diaper back?" she asked. "I haven't used it."

Charlotte shook her head. "No thanks," she said. "Keep it. Wear it home. It'll help prove to you that this wasn't all just a big dream."

Christie nodded. "I... I..." she stuttered. 

"What is it, dear?" asked Charlotte. 

"I was wondering... if I could... If maybe we could... Can I kiss you?" she blurted out, then buried her face into the arm of the chair. 

The older girl simply smiled that knowing smile again. "Of course," she said, grabbing Christie's chin and bringing her face down to meet the frightened younger girl's. Their lips met, and for a second it seemed like Christie would pull away, but soon she found herself pressing more firmly against Charlotte's lips. Charlotte spread her lips and allowed her tongue to touch Christie's, which soon opened and allowed it entry into her mouth.

Their tongues danced around each other for a good fifteen minutes before Christie finally broke the kiss, breathing hard. "That was... amazing... Way better than my boyfriend," she said. 

"That's because your boyfriend doesn't know what it takes to please a girl like yourself."

Christie stood and stretched, the waistline of her diaper showing briefly over her sweatpants as her t-shirt rode up. She turned to Charlotte who was standing as well. "Thank you... for everything... I don't know how I will ever be able to repay you," she said. "Can I come back?"

Charlotte nodded. "I would love it if you would! Next time I'll have some fun stuff we can do," she said, once again, her true age shining through rather than the mature masquerade she put on for most of the people who passed through. "Next Friday evening?" she asked.

Christie nodded her assent. "That sounds perfect! Same time?" she asked, Charlotte nodded. "Great!"

Charlotte led Christie to the front door, but before she opened it, she leaned in and gave Christie one final passionate kiss as a parting gift to keep her in mind until they met again. 

As Christie broke off the kiss and made her way to her car, her legs slightly parted because of the diaper and her head swimming with everything that she'd done, she knew that the events of the past two days would be another regular occurrence.



Christie's Secret Admirer



Christie carefully leafed through the mail. She felt her pussy dampen as soon as she saw the envelope. She immediately recognized the plain white envelope with nothing but her name typed in the center. It was the sixth such letter. It seemed she had herself a secret admirer. The first had been somewhat romantic, but the next four had progressively gotten hotter and hotter.

She walked into her apartment and tossed the rest of the mail on the counter.

Nervously she opened the letter, her mind wondering, just how hot this letter will be. The last one had her practically cumming in her panties, without even a touch. How was the writer to outdo that one. Where could he possibly take her.

Christie pulled the letter from the envelope and slowly unfolded it. A twinge of disappointment hit her as it was obvious right away that this letter was shorter than all the previous ones.

It read:

Christie My Love,

I can no longer contain my desires for you to just a few words on some paper, but as you are aware, I am a little too bashful to reveal myself. I think however, I may have a compromise.

A mutual friend of ours is having a costume party, and I know that you have already received an invitation. 

I do not know if you were planning to attend, but I long to spend some real quality time with you. I've given you many hints over the last few letters of just a sampling of the things I would like to do to and with you.

The party starts at six, but I won't be arriving till seven. It is my fondest desire to see you there when I arrive. 

I will be dressed as James Dean.

Please don't break my heart. I'll see you on Friday.

All My Love,

Someone

Someone. The same way he always signs off. But who can he be. Christie was getting excited just thinking about it. But should she go. She wasn't going to go, but now maybe she should. Her head was telling her not to, it may not be safe. But her pussy was telling her it had been too long without some attention. 

It only took a few minutes for her to decide that Mark's Party was the perfect chance to meet this guy. It was a public place, what could go wrong. 

Now she had to figure out a costume. What could she wear that wouldn't make her seem too easy, but would still turn him on. Then she thought about the letters. He already knew her, and from the way he wrote, he was already turned on.

Christie guessed anything would do. The problem was she couldn't wear anything, she had to have something. 

The rest of the day she tried to concentrate on other things but her mind kept drifting to Friday's party. Today was only Tuesday, She didn't know how she was going to make it 3 days. This was gonna be torture.

That night she dreamt of James Dean. Sitting beside James Dean as he drives a convertible down some dark highway. James Dean holding her tight as they dance to a slow song. James Dean bending her over and lifting her poodle skirt.

Suddenly Christie woke up. That was it. A poodle skirt. Christy had to put together the perfect 50's sock hop outfit. Her costume idea was solved. But that was for tomorrow, for now how could she get back into that dream. "Please let me get back to James" she thought as she drifted back off to sleep. 

The next 2 days were hell. All Christie could think about was James Dean. The only thing that kept her from losing her mind was gathering all the stuff for her costume. A pink poodle skirt from the costume store. A white button up blouse. A pink scarf, bobbie socks and Mary Jane shoes. She even bought a big plain white bra and white brief panties like she pictured them wearing in the fifties.

Friday, Christie left work early. She had to have her hair done in a 50's do, and her nails and make up needed to be perfect. She got into her costume early, loving the way it felt. She could hardly control herself knowing tonight she was going to meet her secret admirer. That man behind those hot hot letters.

Christy left early for the party. Even though it didn't start till six, she arrived at five thirty. She was glad to see that some of Mark's other guests had also arrived early, so she didn't feel too bad about being early.

The party was nice and there were some really cute costumes. Mark was dressed as a butler, and the woman he introduced as his girlfriend was dressed as a French maid. There was a couple vampires, two or three togas, and some fat guy dressed like a giant baby, but Christie was waiting for James Dean.

Mark's wall clock seemed to have come to a stop. Partially because Christie didn't know anyone except Mark at the party, and he was busy playing host, but mostly because of anticipation and the growing fire between her legs.

After what seemed like forever, it was five minutes til seven. Christie stood leaning against the wall on the far side of the room, but always where she could see the front door. 

Suddenly the phone beside Christie rang and she jumped almost spilling the drink in her hand. 

"Damn Phone" Christie cursed looking down at the phone as it rang again. 

Mark stepped over and excused himself as he answered the phone. For a moment Christie lost her view of the door. When Mark moved there, standing in the doorway, was James Dean himself. Tight jeans, white tee shirt, leather jacket, and the face was the spitting image of James Dean.

He spied Christie across the room smiled and started toward her. As he crossed the room Christie tried to figure out who he was. He looked just like James Dean and she didn't know anyone who looked like that.

"Hello" He said as he reached out and took her hand. "I'm glad you decided to come"

"I had to find out who my secret admirer was" Christie replied looking closely at his face and still drawing a complete blank.

"Looks like you still haven't figured it out" He said, "Why don't you just call me James."

Just then a slow song came on and James took Christie's hand and without even asking led her to the dance floor.

He turned to face her and as he wrapped his arms around her waist she wrapped hers around his neck.

Christie gazed into the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen as their bodies began to sway to the music.

They kissed deeply their tongues dancing over each other as if they had known each others for years. 

Christie felt his hand begin to wander lower but instead of making a move to stop him she ground her body against his and kissed him again deeply. 

She thought she could feel the bulge growing in his pants as he fondled her ass and she moaned into his kiss.

As they breathlessly broke their kiss, the slow song they were dancing to ended and the stereo began to boom out "The Electric Slide".

James led her by the hand off the dance floor and straight into the hallway. They went down a couple rooms and then ducked into one , closing and locking the door behind them. 

James kissed her deeply again and pinned her against the wall. Instantly his hands were everywhere but Christie didn't mind. Her hands were pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders.

Christie pulled off his T-shirt and then he bent down and running both hands up under her skirt and pulled her panties down. 

As she stepped out of her panties, James dropped to his knees and raising her skirt planted a kiss on her perfectly shaved pussy.

Her scent was strong in his nose as he flicked out his tongue to taste her. Christie spread her legs to allow him easier access. "Stop him you filthy slut. What kind of girl does this on a first date" She thought. "First date, Hell you don't even know his real name"

All those thoughts went out the window as James flicked his tongue on her swollen clit. She dug her fingers into her hair and pulled his head in tighter. She moaned "Yes James yes"

James stuck his tongue into her soaking wet pussy and then quickly went back to her clit, sucking it in and running the tip of his tongue over it. 

Christie took one hand out of his hair and used it to unbutton her silk blouse. As James continued his expert work with his mouth Christie reached inside the cup of her bra and squeezed her hard nipple. Her nipples had always been sensitive and now it was adding extra fuel to the fire.

Just then her knees went weak and she clamped her thighs around his head to stabilize herself as the orgasm blasted through her body.

Wave after wave crashed through her. She thought she'd never stop cumming as James continued to lick and kiss her love button.

As her orgasm finally began to subside she lifted James to his feet and kissed him deeply once again. This time she savored her own taste on his lips and tongue.

Without a word she led him to the bed and had him sit on the edge. Then she knelt between his legs. Reaching out she started working the buckle on his belt. Looking up into his lust crazed glare she stroked the huge bulge in the front of his pants, then undid the snap and slowly worked the zipper.

James' huge cock flopped free and Christie gasped as she reached out and began to stroke it. This thing was enormous. Christies juices were running down her inner thighs as she wondered at the size of this thing. It wasn't the length that surprised her, though a good nine inches, but the thickness. This thing was as thick as her wrist, maybe thicker. Was she even going to be able to fit it in.

"Only one way to find out" she thought as she leaned forward and took the head in her mouth. It was a mouthful but she got it in. She pulled back and looking up into his eyes ran her tongue all over the thick crown, making him moan with lust.

She lowered her end back down taking as much of him in as she could. Slowly she pulled back, then worked her way back down. After a minute as she began to work a nice rhythm, she reached up and took her shirt the rest of the way off.

As she kept sucking his huge cock, she wrapped both hands around the base and started jacking him while her mouth kept working away.

After a few minutes of this, she felt his balls begin to tighten and pulled her face away from him. She said "Oh no you don't. Not yet any way." With that she stood up and leaning over the bed flipped her skirt up over her back.

James got up and pulled his pants the rest of the way off. He moved around behind her and started to rub the huge bulbous end of his cock up and down her slick slit. A shudder ran through her body and her knees went weak as he teased her some more.

"Please James, Please put it in" Christie begged. She surprised herself how she needed this man she did not know to plug her.

James pushed forward and pushed the head into her well lubricated pussy. They both moaned in the pleasure of the moment as he entered her.

After just a moment he started to work more of his thick shaft into her. Inch by Inch he watched his cock disappear until his curly hair pressed against her ass. Christie marveled at how full she felt.

As soon as he was balls deep, he began to slowly pull out. When only the head was left in her tight pussy he slowly inched back in. Slowly he worked in and out. When his cock hit bottom for the third time her second orgasm of the night ripped through her body. This one was much more intense than the first and James had to work hard to keep from cumming himself as her muscles milked his cock.

He went slowly as she enjoyed her orgasm but as soon as her breathing began to return to normal James began to pick up the pace. Harder and harder he fucked her as she began to moan aloud.

Faster and faster he stroked until he felt Christie's third orgasm building in her. James reached his hand under and flicked a finger across Christie's clit. She buried her head in a pillow and screamed as a third and still more powerful orgasm hit her. She slammed her ass back to meet his every thrust as she came and came. James kept stroking his cock in deep and playing with her clit as he fought hard not to fill her sweet pussy.

As her orgasm subsided she lifted her head off the pillow and looked back over her shoulder at him. James stopped stroking her clit and grabbed the waist band of her skirt with both hands. 

With each powerful thrust he slammed her back against him. For a moment he thought about trying out her tight backdoor, but decided that might be pushing his luck. In stead he pounded away in her pussy getting closer an closer to blowing his load.

After a few minutes like this he felt his balls tighten and knew he was only seconds away. He slowed his movements to almost a stop, putting off the ecstasy just as long as possible. 

"Give it to me." Christie demanded. "Fill me with your hot cum"

Christie's sexy talk pushed James over the edge. As he gave one last deep stroke he slid a finger up Christie's ass and started filling her with his hot seed.

Christie came with him bucking and thrusting back against him as spurt after spurt filled her pussy and began to run out and down her leg.

Christie's fourth orgasm was so powerful she blacked out for a minute or two.

When Christie came to she realized she was alone in the room. Had this all been a dream? No the soreness between her legs assured her it had been real. 

Disappointed she got up and started to get dressed. She found her panties laying on the dresser and with them was a partial latex mask of James Dean. It was a costume, She thought, but who was he? 

Then she noticed the envelope. Plain white with just her name in the center like the others. Slowly she opened it and read the enclosed letter:

My darling,

Our time together was incredible. I know only a coward would leave without telling you my real name, but I hope you will continue to read my letters, until I find some way to be with you again

This time it was simply signed ... James  



Christie's Summer Job



Her first year of College was nearly over and Christie had no idea how she was going to pay tuition for her second year. She was taking a course in Psychology; something that she wanted to do since her early years. 

Christie knew the only chance she would have to fulfill her dream was to get a summer job and save every penny. Her job search wasn't going anywhere fast. Being that it was nearly summer all the student jobs had been filled. She had searched newspapers and the Internet and felt her hopes slipping away. One day she saw a notice on a board at the laundry mat asking for a student to do outside duties such as gardening and light pool maintenance. Christie thought this was a great idea and called the phone number as soon as she got home.

Two days later she was going to the couple's house for an interview. They lived in the upper class part of town in a huge house; she couldn't wait to see what the inside looked like having never been in a house like this before. She walked up nervously and rang the door bell waiting for it to open. 

A lady in her 30's opened the door. Christie shook her hand and introduced herself. They sat down in the office and began to talk. Lynn explained to Christie what her job duties would include. She would need to start the following day because the yard was in desperate need of being cut.

Christie went home and told everyone she knew about her new job and especially the huge house she would be working at. She made sure she had all her things together for the next day.

The next morning Christie arrived at the Jenkins's home at 7:30 eager to start her day. Lynn was waiting there along with her husband Nick. Nick and Christie were introduced to each other. Christie trembled when Nick reached out to shake her hand, he was tall and very nice looking. Lynn couldn't stay long so she left it up to Nick to answer any of Christie's questions.

By 8:00 Christie was cutting the yard and then it was off to the flowers, pulling out weeds and watering them. She hadn't seen the pool yet but that was on her to do list for the next day. Nick came out every now and then to make sure Christie didn't have any problems and offered her cold drinks. 

She didn't accept at first just being polite but then she was afraid she was being rude so finally on his 3rd offering she accepted the lemonade he was offering. To her surprise when he brought her drink out, he brought one for himself too and they sat on the patio and drank the drinks in the hot sun. 

Her first day had gone well. It moved quickly by and before she knew it, the day was over and it was time to go home, sore muscles and all.

That night Christie showered and climbed into bed with visions of Nick. She started feeling a bit turned on by the thoughts of him so she decided she needed to play with herself a bit before bed. She slid her hand down into her panties and began to rub her clit making herself even wetter, eventually inserting her fingers into her pussy. She had all these nasty thoughts going through her head and before she knew it, she exploded in a shuttering orgasm.

Morning came quickly and it was off to work again. This time Christie wasn't as excited as before but more embarrassed knowing she had just masturbated while thinking of her boss. She arrived to the house and before she rang the door bell Nick opened the door. With a shaky voice Christie said good morning, she felt so stupid for these thoughts she was having and couldn't even look Nick in the eyes. 

Nick told her that today she needed to clean the pool and commented on how great the yard and flowers looked, saying that he was glad they found someone who could do the job well. Unlike the last employee they let go about 2weeks before hiring Christie.

The pool was surrounded by tall hedges giving it more privacy for the Jenkins. The pool was huge and even had a mini waterfall in one corner. Off to the side was a hot tub. Christie was on cloud nine fantasizing about what it'd be like to own something like that and to have a husband like Nick to share it with. She went into the shed and quickly got out the pool vacuum but needed Nick to show her how to hook it up. He was very nice about it and showed her step by step even taking her hand and placing it on the pole to show her what the suction felt like when it was all hooked up properly. 

She began slowly running the vacuum along the bottom of the pool under the watchful eye of Nick, who only after a few seconds was satisfied Christie had it under control. He patted her shoulder and walked towards the house to work on some papers. With Nick touching Christie she began to have dirty thoughts yet again and could feel herself getting wet. 

She also wondered why Nick was at home during the day and his wife at work, so during their lemonade break she decided to ask. Nick replied that he was home for 3wks vacation and had hoped his wife would have been able to take the time off but being a doctor she just wasn't able to on short notice. 

Nick also told Christie that if she wanted she could bring her swimsuit and use the pool that she works so hard to keep sparkling. Christie wasn't sure about this but thought it wouldn't be such a bad idea.

The following days would be some of the summer's hottest. Luckily Christie decided to bring her swimsuit and tanning oil after all. She began her normal duties of weeding and watering and already she was sweating. Nick hadn't been out too much since she had arrived so Christie assumed he was busy with papers again and went about her work. She was bent over pulling a weed out of the garden when she heard him call her name offering her a drink. This time it was a wine cooler. 

Nick said he thought she might like a change and told her that was his favorite drink. Christie took the cooler and drank it down within a few minutes. It was the first alcohol she had ever had. Nick went back to the house and got her another cooler. Christie started feeling a bit light headed so only drank half of the second cooler. 

By now the temperature was about 90 degrees and she couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her face every couple minutes, just from sitting still. Christie thought, damn now would be a good time to hit that nice cool pool so she asked Nick if it would be ok. 

He replied, "Of course, go enjoy yourself and cool off." 

He showed her to the quest house where she could change into her swimsuit, which just happened to be a bikini. It took her a few minutes to get into the cold water but when she did she began swimming around using her hands to splash water over her face, running her hands on her shoulders and chest in attempt to get all the nasty sweat off. 

She had been in the pool for about 15 minutes when she looked up and saw Nick standing there. Looking closer she noticed he had a buldge in his pants. Nick asked if he could swim at the same time saying that this was the time he'd swim when he's at home. 


Christie couldn't say no so she said, "Ummm ok sure." 

Within a few minutes Nick was entering the pool in his skimpy swimming shorts. At this point Christie didn't feel comfortable swimming with him so she exited the pool and went and sat on a deck chair with her towel around her. She sat there and watched Nick swim all over, seeing his ass come up out of the water, watching how erect his nipples were getting from the cool water. 

The effects of the coolers were wearing off and Nick thought it would be a good time for more so he went in and brought out a cooler filled with wine coolers and sat next to her. They drank a couple coolers each soaking up the sun's rays. 

Then she remembered how bad she would burn if she didn't get her sunscreen lotion on, so she reached down and grabbed it out of her bad and began to apply it to her skin. She had no problem in doing her arms, front area and legs but when she flipped over to do her back she couldn't reach too well, Nick being the gentlemen that he was offered to help her out and Christie reluctantly accepted his offer and gave him the bottle. 

He made sure he had lots on his hands and began to rub it into her shoulders and neck, Christie could already feel herself getting turned on and was beginning to get nervous that he would find out. All she could do was lay there and drink her cooler looking out over the water. She could feel his hands sliding down towards her back and sides. It wasn't long before she discovered that burn prevention wasn't the only thing on Nicks mind when she felt he hand rub against the sides of her breasts. 

Nick asked if she needed her legs done too and she hesitated at first but then said, "Maybe you'd better." 

He reached for the bottle and began to lotion her legs, starting at the thigh working his way down to her calf. When he was doing her thighs she could feel his finger tips go along the outline of her bikini and then slowly he worked his way to her inner thighs coaxing her to open her legs a little bit. 

Christie just lay there not sure what was going on, knowing it was wrong but enjoying herself too much to let it end. She made the mistake of looking at Nick who took the chance to steal a kiss. She couldn't believe how soft his lips were and how nice his breath was, and it caused her to kiss him very passionately not knowing if she was doing it right having not been kissed by many guys. 

Nick put his hands on her neck and shoulders and began to kiss her neck and ears, causing her to get very wet. He took her hand and showed her that he wanted to her caress him as well so she did not sure what she was supposed to be doing. The kissing went on for a few minutes before he started rubbing her breasts paying very close attention to her extremely swollen nipples. He then slid one of the straps down exposing her tits and slipped one into his mouth, gently biting the nipples and sucking on them. 

Christie was still running her hands on his shoulders and chest so he took her hand and guided it to his erect penis; telling her to play with it a bit. 

She replied with "I don't know how..." 

So he held her hand there and directed it on how he wanted to be touched. He started breathing harder, sometimes even moaning. 

Before she knew it his hand was sliding down the front of her bikini separating her drenched lips. He began to finger her, taking his time making sure he hit the right spot He then focused on her clit causing her to vibrate like never before with orgasm as her fluids oozed from her body causing her whole body to tingle.

It was time for Christie to get dressed and return home, not understanding what had just happened or why it happened. That night she was confused not knowing how she could allow a married man to touch her like that, and she wasn't sure if she would return the next day for fear that maybe Lynn would find out and fire her.

She had no choice; the next day she returned back to the house fearful. She was shocked when Lynn greeted her at the door after getting used to Nick being the one. 

At first she didn't know how to act cause she didn't want to give anything away. Christie just did her work that day and stayed clear of the Jenkins' as much as possible until it was time to go. Later in the day, Nick greeted her outside saying that his wife was gone to work and he was a bit bored. Christie tried to create space but Nick was ready to continue yesterday's activities, with a few add ons. 

He took her by the hand and brought her into the guest house out of the beating sun and gently laid her down on the bed climbing in with her. They began kissing and petting just like the day before. 

Just when she was ready to explode Nick jumped up and said "I need to get something, hang on a minute." 

He went to the cupboard and got a dark towel and placed it under her butt. Christie was confused but figured it was because of all the mess she was making that he didn't want to get the bed dirty. Before long they were both naked exploring each others bodies, touching and tasting. 

To Christie's surprise Nick placed his face between her legs fingering her vigoursly and nibbling her clit, running his tongue all over. Christie climaxed so hard, shuddering all over, as Nick placed his hands on her waist trying to hold her still. 

Nick was very turned on with the outcome and reached into the side table drawer to pull out a condom he had placed there the night before. Christie was terrified, not knowing if she was ready to loose her virginity but didn't want to upset Nick so she allowed him to proceed in putting on the condom and climbing on top of her. 

He slid his penis into her very gently, not wanting to hurt her, asking her if she was ok and did she like it. Christie didn't know what to think and wasn't sure if she liked it or not. It didn't take long before Nick let out a huge groan and thrusting harder he filled the condom with his cum.

These activities continued throughout the summer, with Nick introducing Christie to new positions and performing oral sex on him. Christie knew it was just a fling but felt herself falling in love with Nick. She thought now would be a good time to tell the couple she wouldn't be returning the following summer. 

Lynn was upset by this news, knowing what a good worker Christie was so they talked about it. At some point in the conversation Lynn tells Christie how nice it was to have an employee that could work so well under Nick's management and when she said that she winked. Christie then knew that Lynn knew what had gone on and started to feel sick to her Stomach. 

Lynn continued by saying, "Yes I know what you two have been up to this summer and I planned it to be that way." 

Christie was baffled uttered, "You did??" 

A smile came across Lynn's face confusing Christie even More. Then after a second or two Lynn began to explain that she is deeply in love with her husband but isn't interested in having sex with him as much as he wants it. So after much thought they decided that they would meet a young girl who would take care of his crazy hormones. She also explained that the last employee wasn't attractive enough for Nick so they figured out a way to let her go.

Christie couldn't believe what she was hearing but was damn thankful the summer was over no matter how enjoyable it was.

It was the last day of work before Christie needed to get ready to go back to school and she started it the same way as all the other days expecting it to end the same way they all did with Nick too. Only today would be much different because today Lynn was home with Nick and feeling frisky. 

Lynn and Nick decided to go for a swim and Christie could hear that they were having a nice time in the pool together but she tried to ignore them and give them their privacy. 

After a few minutes, Nick called her name and asked her to the pool area, so Christie did. She thought that their activities would stop while she was there but they didn't. 

By this time the couple was in the hot tub totally naked, sipping fine wine. Nick reached his hand out and asked Christie if she would join them in the hot tub for a few minutes. 

Christie was scared to death but didn't want to disappoint figuring that maybe this would help the couple enjoy themselves more but what Christie didn't know was that it wasn't only Nick. Lynn wanted to play to........