Christine
by Varangian
Summer, 2005
Christine�s sister, Laura, smoked pot and drank too much, both of which I disapproved.� But she was a great fuck.� The woman was slender and good looking with the small, pert boobs I prefer.� An additional attraction was her talented mouth and ready butt, which I reamed on occasion.� Laura, twenty years old, had lost her cherry to a cousin when she was ten.
�God!� That hurt!� she told me early on.� �But I�m glad I did it, because before long he began to bring me off every time.�
I was not surprised.� Laura was a screamer, a woman who surrendered to her pleasure without the least inhibition.� I almost laughed at times when I banged her and she got going, stringing together loud orgasms that left her exhausted.
Our relationship was hardly romantic.� We didn�t date except for sex, and we had different friends, hers being a rather crude bunch.� She screwed other guys, but insisted that I was better in bed than anyone she�d known.�
�Christine had her first period a few days ago,� she informed me one day, �and I put her on the pill.�
She and Christine, twelve years old, lived together.� They were orphans.
�But she�s just a kid,� I protested.� �Don�t you worry that she�ll start putting out to boys?�
�So what?� was her response.� �Better safe than sorry.� Besides, if she�s anything like me, she�ll enjoy fucking.�
I could not imagine the cute little girl having sex, and I said so.
�She�s hardly little, Chuck,� Laura responded.
That was true.� Christine, despite the very young face, possessed a well-fleshed body with shapely limbs and small boobs.� The top of her head reached just above my shoulder.
�But she�s so innocent,� I remarked.
�I�ve told her all about sex.� She knows that it hurts the first time but also that it feels good later.� She�s heard my noises often enough when you and I get going in my bedroom.�
�She still sucks her thumb!� I protested.
�Hah!� Maybe that�ll be good practice for sucking cock.�
Laura was a crude young woman, unlike Christine, a sweet, intelligent girl, who, moreover, had an obvious crush on me.� At that moment I entertained my first sexual thoughts about the kid.
�You really don�t mind if she gets dicked?� I asked.
She squinted at me with one eye closed.� �Are you interested, Chuck?�
�No, no!� I hastened to state.� �I�m not into kids.�
�Too bad,� she responded.� �You�d probably be the right guy for her first time.� You�re gentle and caring.�
* * *
Christine opened the door to me.� She was barefoot, clad in shorts and an upper garment that did not cover her tummy, which was slightly rounded.� I looked at her with new appreciation, a consequence of her sister�s seeming approval of me as her first guy.
The girl was delectable.� Small breasts pushed at her halter and soft limbs invited an exploration by caressing hands.� As usual, she stepped into my embrace for an avuncular hug, but this time I felt her heft less innocently.
�Laura�s not home,� she announced in a soprano, little girl lilt.
�I know,� I responded.� �I�ve come to visit you.�
Her face brightened with a lovely smile.� �Really?� she asked.
I palmed a fresh upper arm and drew her back into an embrace. She leaned onto me eagerly, arms around my waist.� I nuzzled her brown hair with my face, and when she looked up we kissed for the first time.� The inexperienced girl hesitated to meet my tongue with hers, but before long I was sucking it.
The fact that she was on birth control pills and had a crush on me did not mean that she was ready to go all the way.� I decided to proceed cautiously, to test her limits.� We sat on the couch.
�Are we going to make out?� she asked.
�I�m very tempted,� I responded.� �You�re so pretty, and I really like you.�
�You do?� Don�t you think I�m fat?�
I placed a hand on an ample but shapely thigh.� �Not at all,� I said.� �You�re gorgeous.�
�Oh, Chuck!� she exclaimed and kissed me sloppily.
I slipped a hand beneath her halter to fondle a small, pert tit that did not entirely fill my palm.� She was eight months into her twelfth year.� She did not object to the intimate touch.� Indeed, her kissing became even more intense.
She relaxed in my embrace, placed her head on my shoulder and gazed at me with a nervous, innocent expression, teeth on lower lip.
�Maybe you�re not ready to make out,� I suggested, removing my hand from her tit.
�I like kissing you,� she responded.
�And the touching?� I asked, running a hand high up her bare thigh.
�I like that too,� she whispered and buried her face in my neck.
With fingers at her groin I proceeded to masturbate the girl through the fabric of her shorts.� Before long she gasped in orgasm.� Then we kissed some more.
After a while she looked at me and said, �Laura will be home soon.�
�Are you afraid that she might be jealous if she catches us?�
Christine giggled and nodded her head against my chest.
�Then I guess I should leave,� I said.� �Will you come and visit me later?�
She sat up straight � away from me � and her face took on a panicky expression.� She knew what might happen if we got together in my basement apartment near the university where I was in my Junior year.� Despite her concern, though, she nodded assent.
* * *
At about six o�clock Christine knocked on the door of my apartment.� She fidgeted nervously with fingers intertwined and head turned aside.� Still, she came willingly into my embrace, and the ensuing kiss was passionate.
I sought to reassure her.� �You�re in charge, sweetheart,� I said.� �I won�t pressure you into anything.�
�I love you!� she exclaimed against my lips.
�And I love you,� I responded.
It was not entirely a lie.� I did feel a genuine affection for the young, ripe girl.� We kissed again then I led her by the hand into my bedroom.� I was surprised when she scrambled eagerly onto the mattress and lay face up smiling at me.
�I want to kiss you all over,� I said.
�Everywhere?�
She giggled when I nodded and sat beside her on the bed.� I leaned down, licked up a pale, soft inner thigh and nuzzled my face at her groin.
�Even there?�� She was aghast.
�Especially there.� But to do so I�ll have to undress you.� Do you mind?�
Again the nervous facial expression � teeth on lower lip.
�Will you take off your clothes too?� she asked.
�Do you want to see me naked, sweetheart?�
She grinned and nodded eagerly.
I stood and calmly undressed, pausing just a moment before pushing down my underpants to release a hard cock.� She gaped at it with rounded eyes and open mouth.� My tool was almost seven inches long and moderately thick.
�Have you ever seen one before?� I asked, leaning down to remove her sandals.
She shook her head and reached out a hand to touch it with finger tips.
�Do you want to play with it?� I asked.
She giggled.� �It�s wet on the end.� Do you have to pee?�
�No. It drools a bit when I get excited, and you have certainly excited me, darling.�
�Have I?� Really?�
�If you keep touching it like that, I�ll squirt my stuff all over you and the bed.�
She laughed and grasped the end of my cock, saying, �I�d like to see that!�
I stepped back out of her reach.
�You�ll see it soon enough and more than once.� But first I want to take off your clothes and kiss you all over.�
That prospect seemed to please her.� She was no longer nervous, perhaps because of my nakedness.� I sat beside her and ran a hand up a shapely calf on which there was light, downy hair.� She raised her butt, allowing me to remove her shorts.� Her panties appeared too small for her sumptuous flesh � baby fat that she would soon shed.� She would grow to be tall and slender like her sister.� When I pulled down those panties, I was again reminded just how young the girl was.� She possessed no pubic bush, just a few hairs above the crack and some curling around the lips.
�Are you going to kiss me there now?� she asked, bending her knees and spreading her legs.
�You really want me to do that, don�t you?�
�Yeah!� Even though it�s nasty.�
�There�s nothing nasty about you, Christine.�
With lovely legs spread, her clit hood protruded invitingly.� I slowly kissed down a soft thigh, licking and nibbling to the accompaniment of squealing giggles, noises that became transformed to those of arousal when I proceeded to eat out her sweet pussy.� After a couple of minutes of joyous slurping and sucking she cried out in orgasm � loudly, like her sister.
I raised my head and wiped my mouth with the back of a hand.� She smiled at me.
�That was awesome!� she exclaimed.
�I�ll do it again soon,� I promised then laid beside her.
�Oh, Chuck!� I love you so much!�
We kissed passionately, my hard drooling cock pressing against her bare thigh.� Then I removed her halter to reveal small, immature breasts, the brown nipples of which I suckled in turn as she fondled my head.
I was now faced with a decision.� Would I whack off or take her cherry?
Rolling half atop her, my leg between hers, I asked against her lips, �Are you ready to go all the way, darling?�
�If that�s what you want,� she replied in a small, nervous voice.
�But you don�t want to,� I stated.
She nodded.� She seemed to be on the verge of tears.
�That�s all right, darling,� I said.� �I�ll wait until you ask for it.�
�Really?�
�Of course.� I told you that I�d not pressure you into anything.�
�I want to do it, Chuck.� Especially with you, but not today.�
�Then we�ll wait for another time.� Until then we can do other things to pleasure each other.�
�Like what?� I really want to pleasure you, Chuck.�
�Will you suck on me?� I asked, not expecting her to agree.
�Okay,� she replied with a smile.� �Tell me how to do it.�
�I�ll squirt a lot.� Do you know how to close your throat to avoid choking?�
�Like when you gargle?�
�Something like that.� Breathe normally until I warn you.�
She placed her head on my belly and played with my erect cock, flicking it back and forth with her fingers.� Then she extended her tongue and licked the oozing head.� �It doesn�t taste bad,� she said before fitting her lips around it.� In her inexperience she held the shaft with a firm hand and just sucked on the knob, which was sufficient to bring me off, because of my advanced state of arousal.
�Here it comes!� I exclaimed and held her head tightly between two hands.
I came ecstatically and copiously, shouting out and squirting several thick spurts into her mouth.� Then I pushed her head aside, because my cock head had become painfully sensitive.� She looked up at me, her girlish face grinning, spunk drooling from her mouth onto her chin.
�Go rinse your mouth, darling,� I said.� �You did a fantastic job.�
Later, Christine dozed on my bed with thumb in mouth.� From the doorway I gazed at her lovely, pale body and pretty face as I sipped a drink.� She had been so cuddly, so affectionate after I had gone down on her again.� I felt a momentary twinge of guilt for having indulged in sexual play with a twelve year old, but my resolve to take her completely remained firm.
She awoke, stretching like a cat then looked at me with a smile.� She fingered her pussy.
�I�ve changed my mind,� she said.
�About what?�
�About going all the way.� I want to do it today � now.�
I climbed onto the bed and lay beside her.� �Are you certain?� I asked.
�Yeah.� I want to get past the hurting part.� I know it�ll feel good eventually � better than good.�
We kissed passionately. �I licked and kissed her body all over, even sucking her toes before moving my head between her thighs to eat her to another crying orgasm.� When she was sufficiently lubricated, I mounted her, positioned my cock and thrust forcefully.� She gasped as I broke through, but she also pushed back.� My cock head was inside her tightness along with maybe an inch of shaft.� I pulled out a bit then pressed forward, imbedding half of the cock.� When she again pushed at me, the rest of it slid in.
I remained unmoving, pressed fully into her.� Her face betrayed discomfort.�� But she smiled weakly and pushed once more, inviting a proper fuck.� I pulled almost all the way out then slowly penetrated again, savoring the slick tightness on my cock.� I did it repeatedly, staring at her prettiness beneath me, and after perhaps the sixth time I reached the point of coming.� My only regret was that she was not tall enough for me to kiss her lips as I spewed ecstatically into her.
�That wasn�t so bad,� she said after I rolled off and laid next to her.
�I�m glad I didn�t hurt you too much.� We should wait some days before doing it again.� I want the rip to heal completely.�
�Will it feel good then?�
�Perhaps.� Certainly it will eventually.�
I got up from the bed and retrieved a warm wash cloth from the bathroom with which I cleansed her groin of blood and semen.� While doing so I had a distinct feeling of washing a child, because Christine was certainly not an adult.
�I then examined the damage I had done.� The protective ring of membrane, her hymen, was ripped away leaving a bloody hole into which I inserted the tip of my tongue.� I ate her out again, concentrating on the protuberant clitoral hood which I lapped and sucked until she cried out in ecstasy.
Despite having come twice in the space of an hour, I was hard once more, although I felt no urgency to come again.� I sat beside the young girl, stroking her pale flesh and admiring her fresh, ripe beauty.� I felt a thrill of delicious illicitness in fondling the kid, whose young body was mine to enjoy at will.
�What if Laura finds out?� she asked, a worried expression twisting her face.
�She won�t mind, darling.� I�ll tell her myself.�
* * *
When I did, Laura�s only concern was that Christine might monopolize me.
�I have enough for you both,� I assured her.
�Prove it!� was her response.
I could not reject this invitation to fuck, although I found her mature body, however attractive, to be less exciting than her kid sister�s freshness.� I recognized in myself a surpressed pedophilia that the girl had roused from slumber.
Laura sighed as I penetrated her slowly, inch by inch.� Then she became increasingly noisy as we banged together in growing passion.� She cried out repeatedly when orgasms began to overwhelm her, but she lay in exhaustion when my turn arrived.� I fucked in long, slow strokes, savoring the feel of my cock moving in and out.� I pressed my lips to hers as I spewed joyously.
�Christine is really lucky,� she said later as we bathed together in the shower.
�How so?�
�Not only did her first time go easy without much hurt, she also had a guy like you to break her in.� You�re fantastic in bed, you know.�
�So I�ve been told.�
�Now she�s ready to fuck pretty, hairless boys.�
�Are you into pretty, hairless boys, Laura?�
�I had one once who was pretty as a girl.� He was twelve and I eighteen.� His cock was only half grown and he didn�t bring me off, but I loved the surprised look on his face when he came.�
�He hadn�t come before?�
�No.� He experienced his first ever orgasm inside me.�� Do you think I spoiled him, Chuck?� I mean, do you think he gets less pleasure from whacking off than other guys because he�s already fucked once?�
�That�s impossible to measure, but I doubt it.� Whacking off is always a great release.� I still do it when I haven�t had a girl in several days.�
�Or a boy?�
�I�m not into boys, Laura.�
�Not even pretty, hairless ones.� Haven�t you ever been tempted?�
With arms around her I began to soap her back.� Our faces almost touched.
�To tell the truth, I once sucked a cock, a playmate�s.� I was twelve and he eleven.� He didn�t squirt.�
�Do you remember the experience fondly?� Would you like to do it again?�
�Yes.� I still recall the exotic taste and texture of that pecker in my mouth.� As for doing it again, the situation would have to be exactly perfect.� I wouldn�t go out of my way to seduce a boy, however pretty.�
Laura placed a slippery hand on my cock and kissed my lips.
�Yeah.� I understand, Chuck.� Seducing a young boy could be very risky.� It would have to be a case of finding one in your bed.� Would you butt fuck him after sucking his cock?�
�That would be rather cruel, don�t you think?�
�You�ve screwed me in the ass more than once.�
I fingered her ass hole.� �Yeah, but you enjoy it.�
�Only when I�m high.� What about Christine.� Will you do it to her?�
�We�ll try it once, and if she doesn�t like it I�ll pull out immediately and not do it again.�
�You�re such a noble fellow!�
�I�m afraid that my cock is too thick for her.�
�She�s a big girl.� And by the way, you can have sex with her here at our place.� That basement apartment of yours is really depressing.�
�You wouldn�t mind?�
�What did I just say?�� You two can do whatever you want anywhere in the house even when I�m about.� I might join in.�
�Have you, ah, ever had sex with her?�
�Just some kissing and touching.� I�ve never gone down on her or brought her off.�
�But you�d like to.�
�I think so.� Yeah, why not?� We�re sisters after all.� I�ve had sex with other girls, but not with one as young as she.� She might not be eager for it, though.�
�Maybe I can set it up for you, Laura.�
�Would you, please?�
* * *
I fondled Christine�s lovely, bare thigh as we kissed on the couch at her house.� Then I moved my hand under her T-shirt to caress immature tits.� We were working ourselves up to a session of oral sex, but the girl was worried.
�Laura will be home soon,� she said.
�She knows about us,� I responded.� �She told me that she�d like to do it with us three way.�
�Really?� But she�s my sister.�
�Does that matter?� You already love each other.� Why not have fun together?�
�I don�t know, Chuck.� There�s something creepy about that.�
�You don�t want her to go down on you, or maybe you�re reluctant to bring her off?�
�It�s just that she�s my sister.� I�d do it with another girl.�
�Have you ever?�
�Not yet.�
�Would you mind if she just watches while we make out?�
�I couldn�t do that!�
�What if you watch while I fuck her?�
The girl twisted her lips in thought.� At last she grinned.� �That might be fun.�
�What if we were all naked?�
�I suppose.�
We undressed, and again I marveled at the young girl�s lovely body � well-fleshed, shapely limbs, new tits and scant hair between the legs.� She lay atop me as I reclined on the couch, my cock pressed to her belly.� I fingered her anus as we kissed.
�I don�t know about that, Chuck,� she said, reading my mind.
�I�ve done it with Laura.� She likes it.�
�Maybe sometime.�
�But not today?�
She did not answer, but asked, �Will you lick on me?�
Laura arrived home and entered the living room as I was eating out her kid sister, who was whining near orgasm..� The girl was splayed back on the couch. �I knelt between her lovely legs but glimpsed Laura from the corner of my eye.
�Let me do it,� she whispered, kneeling beside me.
Christine�s eyes were closed. I moved aside.
�Don�t stop!� the girl yelled, but Laura quickly took my place and lapped on her sister�s pleasure spot as I had been doing.� The result was a gasping cry as Christine attained climax.
�Oh, god!� the girl exclaimed after she opened her eyes and saw whose head was between her thighs.
�You taste good, little sister,� Laura said.
�But, but �� the younger stuttered, at a loss for words.
�Do you still think it�s creepy, Christine?� I asked, �now that Laura has brought you off?�
She did not respond.� She sat staring ahead with a dazed expression on her pretty face.
Laura leaned up to kiss her lips, and before long Christine�s hands moved to her sister�s shoulders then to her cheeks.� She kissed back passionately.
Laura abruptly stood and began to tear off her clothes.
�Let�s go to my bedroom,� she said, pulling a willing Christine to her feet.
Once there the girls got onto the bed and began to kiss furiously, the elder atop the younger.� I stood near the bed and watched Laura lick down her sister�s body then eat her out.� With a hand Christine fondled the head between her thighs.� Before long she grimaced, bucked and cried out in orgasm.� They lay still, Laura�s face still pressed to the pussy.
�I�ll do it,� Christine said in a scarcely audible voice.� �I want to.�
Laura laid next to her sister.� I could not hear what they whispered to each other.� Then Christine went down on Laura, however tentatively.
I waited patiently for my turn, playing with my hard cock, watching the younger bring off the elder, who cried ecstatically at climax.� I had to wait even longer, because the two girls began to kiss and cuddle, whispering to each other.
Actually I felt like an intruder, out of place in the presence of two genuine lovers.� I left the room, went downstairs and poured myself a drink.� I sat on the couch with a wilted cock and glass in hand.� Over most of the next hour I listened to a series of uninhibited, orgasmic cries from upstairs.
Finally they descended the stairs hand in hand with expressions of great contentment on their pretty faces.� Laura knelt in front of me and pushed my legs widely apart.� Christine joined her.
�We�ve neglected you,� Laura said to me before sucking my cock hard.
�We�re going to do this together,� Christine remarked before Laura offered her my cock.
They took turns sucking me, and sometimes they had their lips on my member at the same time.� When I warned of my impending release, the cock was in Christine�s mouth, who received the first spurt.� The second splashed both their faces and Laura�s mouth got the third one as well as the final dribbles.
They laughed uproariously.� Laura swallowed.� Christine blew bubbles with my semen.
�Will you move in with us, Chuck?� Laura asked.� �I�ll behave myself and stop running around with those people you call low-life.�
�Things have really changed today!� Christine exclaimed and cuddled to her sister.
�But we�re not lesbians,� Laura insisted.� �We treasure your lovely cock too much.�
Christine beamed.� �And I�m going to bring home pretty boys for Laura to play with.�
�I think, Christine, that Chuck might want to relive some pleasant memories too.�
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