Watching Kristy
Category: Male-Female (MF)
Submitted by: Merlin Age: 42 Gender: Male
Since that night, that wonderful night when Kristy came to me and together we bonded in a way that has to remain a secret, lest yours truly go to prison to be raped up the buttocks by his cellmate, I have had little else on my mind and something hard in my right hand. I know, a long sentence, possibly a run-on sentence, but that's the way it goes.
Ever since that night, I have gotten hard just thinking about her. I can't help it. I go out the front door and there she is, getting into or out of her parent's car and she always seems to notice me and smile. I know that smile. It's the kind of smile that says "I had fun that night. I want more." But I know it's wrong. She's a child. A little girl. 12 years old. What is wrong with me?
I saw her on her front porch today and that's what started it all. She had a skirt on and was drawing on the sidewalk with a big piece of chalk. I watched her and thought about the hand job she gave me and how we both came at the same time while our mouths were locked together. I know I shouldn't have enjoyed it. She's only 12 for cryin' out loud! I'm 42! Not 41 like I said in my other story. I had a birthday and forgot.
Anyway, I looked at Kristy and decided that since I was in my house and no one could see me, I might as well masturbate. It was exciting. Watching her. Then Kristy sat on the edge of her porch and that's when I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. When a car went by, she put her legs together and when she was sure no one would see, except maybe me, I guess, she opened her legs and seemed to be looking at my house or watching for me to appear at a window or something.
I pulled out my penis and pounded it without mercy. I came in about three minutes. Big globs of sperm went all over the window.
I shrank away from the window in shame. Three hours later I was hard again and my thoughts were focused on Kristy. I tried to do that self-suck thing, but I'm not limber, like I was when I was 12. My back hurt in the worst way, but I got the very tip of my penis in my mouth and tried to pretend it was Kristy's mouth instead of mine. The pain got to be too much, so I quit the whole thing without shooting a load.
I decided to buy myself a bottle of something potent and go over to her parents house and see if I could possibly get plastered enough and maybe get to stay on the couch again. I wanted to relive that night when her hand went under the blanket and touched my stomach on it's way to my raging hard penis.
Everybody, us grown-ups, everybody got plastered and I got to stay on the couch again. My heart was pounding. I couldn't think straight. I knew it was wrong to be there, to want what I wanted. It's a kind of madness. It wasn't me seducing a little girl and being a pervert. It was her coming after me. That's what I thought, but then I realized I had come over there with that bottle of ape juice and I'm the one who staked out that spot on the couch hoping to share another moment of passion with Kristy. I was the felon. The bad man. The evil person.
I waited and waited for Kristy, but finally I fell asleep. I was dreaming about something, probably bill collectors with machine guns, when something touched my arm and I awoke. It was Kristy. She was wearing the same giant tee shirt as before. Wow! We kissed. It was even better than before. Everything about the moment is etched in my brain and will probably serve me well in prison as big Bubba has a go at my buttocks. I could hear Kristy breathing in a way that told me she was lost in a way that most people only dream about. I could smell perfume, too. When I saw her face in the light, I could see a little make-up. Maybe some lip stick. It's hard to say. I don't know what you call that stuff. Rouge? No, old battle axes wear that.
She kissed me and put her hand under the blanket again. The feel of her soft tiny hand on my chest was deliciously wicked. She squeezed my nipples and scratched me with her nails. Not a painful scratch, but just enough. Just enough to tell me something that my conscious mind could not decipher, but other parts of me could. My penis was harder than it had ever been. I felt I could cum at any second even without her hand to show me the way.
I touched her breasts and as I squeezed her rock hard nipples, I could feel her hand tense up, as if to tell me I was doing something terribly right. Kristy stood up and slid her panties off. The moonlight was just right. Her bush was thick and black. When she took off her top, I could see her breasts for the first time. Small areolas. Size of quarters. I wanted to take her right then and there, parents be damned. I knew it was wrong. I was insane. She seemed to read my mind and whispered in my ear: "Anything but you know what." I knew what she meant. I said: "I just want to kiss you. I want to jack off. I don't know what I want." She got on her knees and put her hand under the blanket and took hold of my penis. Her lips locked with mine and she began to tug on me. It was marvelous! I took her hand and showed her how to caress my balls and then I put her hand back around my penis and showed her how to stroke me like a pro. I liked doing it, I mean, guiding her hand, both of us stroking my penis at the same time. Her breathing was getting kind of crazy, so I looked and saw that her right hand was planted between her legs, rubbing away. And then I could hear little wet, squishing sounds, sounds that went straight to my penis and I came so hard I shook or convulsed. It was such a powerful orgasm that it almost hurt. And it kept going and going. I came all over the place. When it was all over, Kristy had so much sperm on her hand. It was really cool to see her play with it and look at it up close in the dim light. She wouldn't taste it though. I was waiting for her to do that. Then she wiped it on the blanket and it was her turn. She fell back onto the floor next to the coffee table and put her legs up and wide and rubbed herself and sometimes put in a couple of fingers. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. One hand was on her left breast and the other was between her legs, two or three fingers going in and out, then rubbing circles across her clit, then in and out again. She came and it was the most amazing thing.
Right after she came, I guess her little whimper made it to her momma's ears, because we both heard the back bedroom door open. I pulled my boxers up quickly, even though I had a half-gallon of sperm all over my chest and thights and it was dripping down my sides. Kristy had just enough time to dash back to her room and close the door before the hall light came on. Kristy's mama was sleepily stumbling around. I said I had just gotten up for a drink of water and hit my toe on the coffee table and it hurt. I appologized for making noise. Kristy's mama said it was alright and stumbled her way to the bathroom.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Submitted by: Merlin Age: 42 Gender: Male
Since that night, that wonderful night when Kristy came to me and together we bonded in a way that has to remain a secret, lest yours truly go to prison to be raped up the buttocks by his cellmate, I have had little else on my mind and something hard in my right hand. I know, a long sentence, possibly a run-on sentence, but that's the way it goes.
Ever since that night, I have gotten hard just thinking about her. I can't help it. I go out the front door and there she is, getting into or out of her parent's car and she always seems to notice me and smile. I know that smile. It's the kind of smile that says "I had fun that night. I want more." But I know it's wrong. She's a child. A little girl. 12 years old. What is wrong with me?
I saw her on her front porch today and that's what started it all. She had a skirt on and was drawing on the sidewalk with a big piece of chalk. I watched her and thought about the hand job she gave me and how we both came at the same time while our mouths were locked together. I know I shouldn't have enjoyed it. She's only 12 for cryin' out loud! I'm 42! Not 41 like I said in my other story. I had a birthday and forgot.
Anyway, I looked at Kristy and decided that since I was in my house and no one could see me, I might as well masturbate. It was exciting. Watching her. Then Kristy sat on the edge of her porch and that's when I saw that she wasn't wearing any panties. When a car went by, she put her legs together and when she was sure no one would see, except maybe me, I guess, she opened her legs and seemed to be looking at my house or watching for me to appear at a window or something.
I pulled out my penis and pounded it without mercy. I came in about three minutes. Big globs of sperm went all over the window.
I shrank away from the window in shame. Three hours later I was hard again and my thoughts were focused on Kristy. I tried to do that self-suck thing, but I'm not limber, like I was when I was 12. My back hurt in the worst way, but I got the very tip of my penis in my mouth and tried to pretend it was Kristy's mouth instead of mine. The pain got to be too much, so I quit the whole thing without shooting a load.
I decided to buy myself a bottle of something potent and go over to her parents house and see if I could possibly get plastered enough and maybe get to stay on the couch again. I wanted to relive that night when her hand went under the blanket and touched my stomach on it's way to my raging hard penis.
Everybody, us grown-ups, everybody got plastered and I got to stay on the couch again. My heart was pounding. I couldn't think straight. I knew it was wrong to be there, to want what I wanted. It's a kind of madness. It wasn't me seducing a little girl and being a pervert. It was her coming after me. That's what I thought, but then I realized I had come over there with that bottle of ape juice and I'm the one who staked out that spot on the couch hoping to share another moment of passion with Kristy. I was the felon. The bad man. The evil person.
I waited and waited for Kristy, but finally I fell asleep. I was dreaming about something, probably bill collectors with machine guns, when something touched my arm and I awoke. It was Kristy. She was wearing the same giant tee shirt as before. Wow! We kissed. It was even better than before. Everything about the moment is etched in my brain and will probably serve me well in prison as big Bubba has a go at my buttocks. I could hear Kristy breathing in a way that told me she was lost in a way that most people only dream about. I could smell perfume, too. When I saw her face in the light, I could see a little make-up. Maybe some lip stick. It's hard to say. I don't know what you call that stuff. Rouge? No, old battle axes wear that.
She kissed me and put her hand under the blanket again. The feel of her soft tiny hand on my chest was deliciously wicked. She squeezed my nipples and scratched me with her nails. Not a painful scratch, but just enough. Just enough to tell me something that my conscious mind could not decipher, but other parts of me could. My penis was harder than it had ever been. I felt I could cum at any second even without her hand to show me the way.
I touched her breasts and as I squeezed her rock hard nipples, I could feel her hand tense up, as if to tell me I was doing something terribly right. Kristy stood up and slid her panties off. The moonlight was just right. Her bush was thick and black. When she took off her top, I could see her breasts for the first time. Small areolas. Size of quarters. I wanted to take her right then and there, parents be damned. I knew it was wrong. I was insane. She seemed to read my mind and whispered in my ear: "Anything but you know what." I knew what she meant. I said: "I just want to kiss you. I want to jack off. I don't know what I want." She got on her knees and put her hand under the blanket and took hold of my penis. Her lips locked with mine and she began to tug on me. It was marvelous! I took her hand and showed her how to caress my balls and then I put her hand back around my penis and showed her how to stroke me like a pro. I liked doing it, I mean, guiding her hand, both of us stroking my penis at the same time. Her breathing was getting kind of crazy, so I looked and saw that her right hand was planted between her legs, rubbing away. And then I could hear little wet, squishing sounds, sounds that went straight to my penis and I came so hard I shook or convulsed. It was such a powerful orgasm that it almost hurt. And it kept going and going. I came all over the place. When it was all over, Kristy had so much sperm on her hand. It was really cool to see her play with it and look at it up close in the dim light. She wouldn't taste it though. I was waiting for her to do that. Then she wiped it on the blanket and it was her turn. She fell back onto the floor next to the coffee table and put her legs up and wide and rubbed herself and sometimes put in a couple of fingers. It was beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. One hand was on her left breast and the other was between her legs, two or three fingers going in and out, then rubbing circles across her clit, then in and out again. She came and it was the most amazing thing.
Right after she came, I guess her little whimper made it to her momma's ears, because we both heard the back bedroom door open. I pulled my boxers up quickly, even though I had a half-gallon of sperm all over my chest and thights and it was dripping down my sides. Kristy had just enough time to dash back to her room and close the door before the hall light came on. Kristy's mama was sleepily stumbling around. I said I had just gotten up for a drink of water and hit my toe on the coffee table and it hurt. I appologized for making noise. Kristy's mama said it was alright and stumbled her way to the bathroom.
[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]
Posted on: 2005-06-14 05:00:00 |
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