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Archive name: maggie.txt (teens, rom, recluc, 1st, preg)
Authors name: BlueHat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)
Story title : Maggie

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Maggie (teens, rom, recluc, 1st, preg)
by BlueHat (bluehat12345@yahoo.com)

***

Two children, a boy Jason and a girl Maggie, grow up and 
come of age together. But neither realizes what 
commitment really means until they begin experimenting 
with sex later as they grow older.

***

Jason and I grew up together in every sense of the word. 
We were the same age (born only a few days apart), and 
our parents knew each other well, so we spent an awful 
lot of time together as children. We would spend hours in 
the sandbox together, imagining, dreaming, and playing.

We entered kindergarten together, and struggled over our 
homework together in elementary school. Whenever I had a 
problem of any kind, I could always go to Jason to tell 
him. Unlike most boys at a very young age, Jason seemed 
to understand and would always say, "That's okay, 
Maggie." We were inseparable.

At about the time when we were both 11 years old, I 
noticed that Jason didn't hang around with me as much as 
he used to, and when he was around, he was noticeably 
more irritable. There seemed to be something troubling 
him. I was very bothered by this, especially the fact 
that he apparently no longer wanted to confide in me. I 
decided to confront him to ask why he was so bothered and 
also if I had done anything to upset him.

We lived pretty close together, so I walked over to his 
house. His mother answered the door and invited me in, as 
she frequently did. When I went to Jason's room, he was 
sitting and facing the other way, apparently trying to 
polish something, or at least it that's what it looked 
like. He was moaning aloud, as if he was in pain or at 
least uncomfortable.

"Jason?" I said.

Quickly Jason turned around, facing me. I think I still 
have yet to see a more surprised and embarrassed look. He 
was so frantic. He wasn't polishing anything at all; he 
was stroking his penis. Why was he doing that? Was he 
nursing an itch or something? And why was he so surprised 
to see me? 

No sooner had he turned around to me then a stream of 
white goo came out of the tip of his penis onto the 
floor. Then another. Then another. When the floor had 
been covered with the goo in several places, Jason ran to 
the bathroom, yelled and screamed at me, and then 
demanded that I leave. I was so confused and upset. I ran 
out of the house, a very hurt little girl.

About a year later, Jason and I still weren't talking 
much. I missed him and his perfect way of making things 
okay. We had to take a course in sexual education that 
year in school, and after sitting through several 
courses, I finally understood what had happened on that 
day the year prior. Jason had gone through puberty. 

Well, I supposed I could understand that, then. I decided 
to try and talk to Jason once again, so that we could be 
friends again. At school, I asked him to meet me later in 
the parking lot when class let out, and he did. I told 
him what I knew and that it was okay and I wasn't angry 
or upset or ashamed. Jason smiled at me and hugged me. We 
were friends once again!

Jason and I returned to the old routine of hanging around 
each other, just like old times. Not long after I turned 
13, however, I began going through puberty myself. I was 
scared at first. Jason, like always, reassured me and 
promised me that there was nothing wrong. That made me 
happy. However, I noticed a lot of changes, but most of 
all, I began to notice the boys in school. I began 
ranking them according to how attractive I thought they 
were, and I was thought about touching them frequently.

Once, at home, when I was lying on my bed and thinking 
about a boy in my class, I noticed a tingling in my 
crotch. I moved my hand down to see what was going on, 
and when I rubbed my clit, my whole body screamed out in 
pleasure. I didn't know what was happening. I got scared, 
but that fact couldn't curtail me from wanting more of 
that pleasure. Much more. I went to the bathroom and 
rubbed myself until I had my very first orgasm. It was 
amazing. After that, I continued to masturbate on a 
regular basis, and my orgasms got more intense. I didn't 
feel dirty at all.

I had never considered the effectiveness of my appearance 
before, but not long after I began pleasuring myself, I 
started thinking about how boys might think I look. I 
experimented for a while with makeup, and I even started 
trying to get away with wearing less clothing, despite 
gripes from my parents. I also took a good look at my 
body. Hmm. 

Jason and I were 14 by this time, and I was the very 
typical, thin 14-year old who was just beginning to 
develop my breasts. I thought I was very cute, a light-
pink skinned blonde with a flat tummy and long legs. In 
retrospect, I think I had close to zero body fat then. By 
boobs were hardly there yet, but I thought the rest of my 
body was in good proportion. Overall, I thought that I 
was pretty hot compared to most of the girls in school.

Jason noticed the gradual changes that I made in my 
appearance, but they all culminated one day when he saw 
me at school and exclaimed, "Maggie, you're so HOT!" That 
made me smile for the rest of the day.

The two of us were hanging around each other again, 
although we weren't dating each other or anyone else. We 
had lots of fun together. We loved to go outdoors and 
just sit and talk to each other in the forest where we 
couldn't be seen by anyone. Eventually, I asked Jason 
about masturbating and cumming. I told him that I did it 
a lot, and he admitted that he (of course) did, too. We 
discussed it for hours on that day, and we ended up 
kissing. We trusted each other greatly, and didn't feel 
pressured around each other.

Soon after, Jason and I began to pet each other heavily 
at our meetings. I was awed by his cock, and he liked my 
little boobies, too. We talked about sex and sexual 
activities, and we were both very intrigued by what they 
must be like. I had also heard about sex from some of the 
other girls in school, and I was well aware of how babies 
were made. Many of the girls talked about how boys' 
favorite thing to do was cum inside a girl, and how they 
always tried to do that. It seemed pretty dangerous to me 
at the time.

Eventually, Jason and I were rubbing each other. I loved 
to stroke him with my little white hands and watch him 
cum in a huge fountain all over them. It always made me 
laugh and giggle. I knew it made him happy, and that made 
me happy. Jason also loved to put his hands all over me, 
a sensation that I really enjoyed. I always masturbated 
after he did that because I was so hot.

The girls in school had also talked about blowjobs, and 
we had practiced giving them to bananas for fun. I tried 
this on Jason who was very willing to be my guinea pig. 
He said that I was wonderful at it, and he returned the 
favor of oral sex to me. I loved the intense orgasms he 
gave me when he did that.

I suddenly went through a growth spurt, and my boobs grew 
amazingly quickly to a C cup. It was so fast that 
everyone was astonished. So, finally, I had big, perky 
boobs to complete my now very sexy figure. Near the end 
of my spurt, Jason and I turned 15. We continued to get 
each other off for a while, but we both admitted to each 
other that we wanted more.

Together, we decided that having sex would not be wise 
since I was not on birth control and all the other girls 
and guys told us that condoms sucked. I was still 
worried, though, so Jason and I decided that if I should 
happen to get pregnant, he would marry me and take care 
of the baby. I was very relieved at that. Not only would 
Jason help me take care of the situation, but he liked me 
enough to be willing to marry me if it should happen.

I was also relieved because I was scared about myself. I 
knew that if Jason wanted to cum in me, I could not and 
would not ever try to stop him. I adored Jason too much 
to disappoint him by not letting him cum in me. Besides, 
even if I wanted to protest during sex, I was very unsure 
that I would be controlled enough to say anything to him 
before he came, and much less able physically stop him 
somehow from cumming in me.

One afternoon we were back outdoors, this time in a 
grassy field far away from the local community. The sun 
was shining and there was no wind. Jason and I were both 
wearing a shirt (mine had pretty strings and was 
backless) and jeans, but we were both barefoot. We had 
already begun our usual routine of feeling each other up, 
and I was already in heaven.

Jason then took off his shirt and my shirt, and began 
kissing my torso all over. He then undid my bra, and my 
nice firm titties fell free over my flat tummy. He began 
to fondle them vigorously, which set me to moaning very 
loudly. I wanted to feel his cock, so I unzipped his 
pants and pulled out his hard member.

I began rubbing him slowly, then quickly, and I sucked 
him all the while. Jason was going nuts. After a few 
minutes, he unzipped my jeans and pulled them off my 
body. He moved my underwear aside and began giving me the 
best cunnilingus of my life up to that point.

I was on fire and tossing every which way. He then 
removed his pants and underwear and kissed me. I pulled 
off my underwear, too, but then got nervous when I 
realized that we had never both been completely naked 
together before. We continued to fondle each other.

"Let's have sex," Jason said.

"Are you sure? You know what could happen..." I retorted.

In the end, I knew it was up to him. I would do anything 
to please him, even ride him bareback and carry his child 
at 15 years old.

"God yes... I'm so horny..." he exclaimed.

"Okay, but go slow," I requested.

Jason moved between my long legs and I lifted them up to 
accommodate him. I felt his cock head at my labia, and 
then he slowly moved inside me, inside my unprotected 
vagina. It felt so good. We both gasped. He continued in 
a bit, very slowly, but stopped about halfway in. He had 
hit my hymen.

"You know this will hurt for a bit," he said.

"I know; it's okay, really!" I replied.

Jason pushed inward, and I felt a pain as he put pressure 
on my protective skin. It finally ruptured, and I winced 
at the pain. Jason stopped for a moment, but then 
continued to penetrate me. When he was finally fully 
inside, we both gasped at the pleasure of full 
penetration. He then began moving back and forth inside 
my vagina over and over again. He was moving so slowly.

All the intensity of the situation and his hard cock 
inside me was making my mind and body scream in pleasure 
and panic, and I came not long after Jason began pumping 
quicker. It felt so good. I never wanted him to stop.

I felt a second orgasm building. I had my mouth open, my 
eyes shut, and my thighs wide for him. With each pump 
came so much pleasure. My orgasm kept building and 
building and I was nearing the edge when I heard Jason.

"Oh baby... Baby! You're so hot... I want to cum in you! 
I can't stop... I don't want to stop! I think I'm gonna 
cum!" he yelled.

We looked at each other right in the eye, and all I could 
manage to say to him was, "What are you going to do?"

That made Jason stop for a moment, with his dick deep 
inside me, and we continued to exchange stares. It was 
obvious that he was in deep conflict about what he was 
about to do. He knew that he didn't have to cum in me, 
possibly knocking me up, but he could instead pull out 
and cum on my tummy. He was struggling completely with 
himself, but said nothing. I had already decided that the 
decision would be his, so I said nothing as well. We lay 
there like that for about 30 seconds.

Finally, I repeated, "What are you going to do?"

Jason responded, "I don't know."

We looked into each other's eyes for another minute, but 
it seemed like an eternity. Then, all of the sudden, 
Jason began rubbing inside me once again. I moaned and 
grinded against him vigorously. He had me once again on 
the verge of orgasm within a matter of seconds. He began 
pumping me very hard and very quickly.

He then yelled, "Oh Maggie!! I don't know what to do! It 
feels so good, Maggie! I don't know--" as he exploded 
inside me.

I knew what he was doing to me, and it sent me over the 
edge, too.

I responded with "Oh Jason, cum in me! It feels so GOOD! 
I love you, Jason. I'm so glad you decided to spend your 
whole life with the baby and me! Make me cum! YES! YES! I 
never want you to stop..."

Although I didn't keep track of such things when I was 
15, I happened to be very fertile during the encounter 
when Jason and I lost our virginity. This was very 
evident by the fact that my once perfect, flat tummy 
began to swell and stretch about 2 months after that day.

Both Jason's and my parents were shocked to know that I 
was pregnant. My parents began plans for us to get 
married immediately. Jason's parents wanted me to get an 
abortion, but I didn't want to, and Jason talked them out 
of it. True to his word, he told them that he wanted to 
get a job, marry me, and take care of the baby. He is so 
wonderful.

Jason and I are married now and living with little baby 
Sue. I think Jason resents me a bit for "making him" cut 
his youth short to take care of Sue and I. In addition, 
I've put on several pounds by now at 18. Actually, I've 
really let myself go. I can tell that Jason doesn't find 
me as attractive as he did when I was 15.

Despite these problems, I am still thrilled to be the 
wife of the boy whom I have loved for so much of my life. 
I would still do anything for him. I just hope I can make 
this marriage last.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a 
trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so 
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