Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 09:57:57 -0500 From: Larry Marion Subject: Kristen's Seduction If I hadn't been so horny that day, I'm sure I wouldn't have Kristen Mayfield's cherry that afternoon. But I hadn't had sex for three weeks and I was used to getting it several times a week. My current girl, Amanda Price was mad at me two weeks ago because she'd heard I'd been seen with Sylvia Smith and Sylvia was known to be easy. I'd lied to her about not fucking Sylvia and eventually she'd let me feel her up, but that was it. The following week she'd been on the rag and had cramps so bad she didn't even want to go out. To make it worse, Bill Mayfield, Kristen's sixteen year old brother, my age, wasn't home, visiting with cousins in Des Moines. Bill and I had been giving each other blow jobs since we were thirteen. Now I'm bi, but Bill is a complete fag and he'd learned about blow jobs from one of his third cousins in Des Moines, so I knew he would come home content. But he'd told me he'd be home today about one, so I went to his house about 1:15. When the door opened, it was Kristen, wearing a bathrobe. Kristen was eleven and something of a pest. "Hi, Ralph," she said and smiled at me. She was blond, and blue eyed, and cute for her age. Actually, for eleven, she was rather stacked but still young and, as I said, a pest. It seemed to me that her bathrobe completely hid the boobs that were ordinarily so obvious on such a short and thin girl. "Where's Bill?" "Our folks are still waiting for him at the airport. His plane's over an hour late. My folks said they won't be home until at least three. Come in, if you want." She smiled again. "You can watch tv here until he gets home. I know he'll be glad to see you. I had nothing else to do so I said, "Sure," and walked in. "You going to take a shower or something?" "Nah. I just did." She led the way into the family room and sat down in the center of the couch. I joined her. "You can go get dressed," I said. "I'm okay," she said and leaned closer to me. I thought I smelled perfume on her. It came to me that she was making a move on me. "Say, aren't you eleven?" "Nope. I had a birthday three weeks ago. I'm twelve. Almost a teenager. Then I can date and I can't wait," she said. "I'm sure you'll have the seventh grade boys lining up to ask you out," I said. "Seventh grade boys. That's what they are, boys! I'll want some guy with a car." I laughed. "Going for the big game, are you?" "Yeah," she said. I leaned closer. It was perfume. She curled her legs up on the couch, revealing them all the way past the knee. I got the feeling she was naked under the bathrobe. Well, why not play along? I slipped my arm around her and she cuddled up to me at once. "No seventh grader would do that," she breathed. I started getting hard. Let's see just how far this would go. "No he wouldn't." I touched her chin with my left hand and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. "Nor this," I said, and kissed her. Her arm went around my neck at once, so I eased my tongue to her lips and they parted at once. This was too easy, but she sure wasn't objecting. How far could I get in an hour and a half? Her tongue answered that question by darting into my mouth. Wow! Not much experience, apparently, but eager and willing. We frenched for a few minutes before I figured I'd might as well go for second base. I rubbed her shoulder with my right hand and slipped my left hand inside the bathrobe. All I could feel was a nipple, but it was hard and sticking up from her chest. I stopped rubbing her shoulder and pulled the robe open without a bit of protest from her. "Your boobs?" I said, but continued to play with the nipple, which did have a puffy base. She wasn't totally flat. "Falsies. But that feels good," she breathed and went back to kissing me, while her hands began to work at my shirt buttons. This called for something more, so I broke the kiss and began to kiss those nipples, before taking the right one into my mouth. "Oh!" she squealed. ""Ralph. That's great!" I continued to play with the left nipple and suck the right one as she got as many buttons undone as she could. I broke off her nipples and raised myself a bit to allow her to pull my shirt from my pants, and take it off. I took my undershirt off myself, then reached for her robe's belt. I figured she'd stop me there, and she did, but in a different way. "Let's go to my room," she said. "Okay," I said and gathered up my shirt and t-shirt. She led the way, though I knew where it was. Her room was not a little girl's room, but had walls covered with rock star posters. She shut the door behind me and walked over to the bed and kicked off her slippers, then held her arms out to me. I had to bend over a bit to kiss her, which I did and she responded again. As she did, I took her shoulders and gently pushed her to her bed. "Take off your shoes," she said. I didn't even bother to unlace them, but used my toes to kick each one off, while she clung to me and pushed against me. I knew she could feel my boner. I reached between us, found the knot in her robe's belt and pulled it. The end slipped out and the belt fell to the sides. I reached between her legs and felt warm, moist flesh, but no hair. Did she shave it? Or did she not have any hair yet? Well, it was a pussy and I slipped my finger between its lips, to find her clit, which was already swollen and began to gently rub it. Her hands went to my belt buckle, then my zipper. I slipped the robe off her shoulders as she began working on my waist button. She broke the kiss and moaned as I eased my finger into her love hole. "You shave down there? I asked. "Not yet," she replied and began pulling my pants down. "Oh. That feels good," she said as she began to pull my boxers off. I'd never known a girl so forward the first time. Before she got them off, I eased her onto the bed, with her legs lying over the edge. I'd never kissed a bald pussy before. I kissed both her nipples and then began to kiss my way down until I got to her pussy lips which were indeed moist. My tongue entered where my finger had been and she immediately began to buck, forcing her cunt against my lips. "Oh, oh! OH! OH!" she squealed. "I'm cumming. OH!" I could feel more moisture almost force its way into my throat. I eased up. "That was fast, I said. "Nobody has ever done that to me. That was great!" She turned her head slightly away. "I guess you want me to do that to you." "Yes, if you want to." "I do. But I've never done it before. But I think I know what to do." I still stood next to the bed. Kristen grabbed my shorts and pulled them down. "My God, you're so big! Can it fit?" I knew I had close to an eight inch dick and it must have looked awesome, as her face was close to it. "It'll fit, I said, and reached down to kiss her again. She kissed eagerly. "You have a different taste," she said when the kiss broke. "That's you," I said. "You'll taste different, too." "Oh," she said. She took her cock in her hand, gently kissed the tip of it, and then began to work her way down the bottom of my shaft, like she knew what she was doing. I groaned. She worked her way back up the shaft, licked the head and began to ease it into her mouth. Wow, twelve years old and giving a great blow job! I began to rock just a bit, matching my hips to her mouth going back and forth as her tongue played with my cock. It had to be the three weeks without sex and my total amazement that this child would be doing this, but it wasn't but a minute when I could feel my tension rise and I knew I was about to cum. "Kristen. I'm about to cum," I said, knowing I should warn her, though I wanted her to keep going until I did. She kept on sucking. I knew I was seconds from blowing my top. "I'm gonna! I moaned, but she kept on and I came. And came. And came. She never stopped, but took it all. When she finished, I raised her face and saw a drop or two of cum at the corners of her mouth. I licked them off and kissed her. "That was great," I said. "Yeah," she said. "It's all limp!" I took her hand and put it on my cock. At once it began to rise again. "Not for long," I said, and pushed her down on her bed. As she settled down, her knees came up and her legs spread. I reached down and stroked her pussy for a minute, playing with her clit and gently sliding my finger between her love lips. Her hips began to rock. With that, I eased between her legs and guided my cock to her lips and pushed gently in. "This may hurt for a moment," I said. "I know," she said. "That's alright. With that I pushed in and felt heer hymen touch my cockhead. I pushed and nothing happened. She must have a tough one. I pusehd again. "Ouch!" she said. I eased out. I rolled off her onto my back. "Get on top. Sit on it. That should make it easier." She nodded, and swung herself up and over me, straddling my cock and began to ease herself down on it. I felt it enter her wet, slippery tunnel, then stop again. I grasped her waist with both hands. "Now," I said and as she pushed down, I pulled her down as well. "OWWW" she yelled, then "Oh!" as my cock slid in and in and she began to rock up and down. "Oh! Oh!" and we both pumped as I looked at the erect nipples on the tiny puffy mounds on her chest. For a moment I felt guilty, but her face showed nothing but pleasure. We continued to pump and I could tell it would be awhile for me, but she was moaning. "Get off, Kristen and let's try something else." "I don't want to stop." "We're not going to stop. Just be different for a bit." So she did. "Turn on your stomach and put your knees under you," I said. She did at once, so I knelt behind her and slid my cock back into her eager pussy. At once she began to rock back and forth to my thrusts. "Oh. Oh. OH!" she moaned and her rythm broke for a few seconds. She'd cum again, and I was getting close. I began to stroke a bit faster, then thought. "Let's finish like we started," I said, easing myself back out as I talked. "Okay," she said, and turned over, raising her hips to allow me entrance. In I went again. As soon as I was in, her legs came up and locked around my legs. I began pumping faster. Suddenly it dawned on me that this was the first time I'd ever screwed without a rubber. Well, no hair, no boobs. Surely she hadn't started her period yet! "I'm going to cum soon," I said. "That's okay. It's safe. I'm going to cum again!" I did and she did. Then we collapsed on the bed, holding each other.