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Slice of Cheesecake #3: Christopher
by Ze Orange Yeah (luvbunneh@aol.com)
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I took a bus ride to Tennessee when I was 15 and met a
gorgeous Louisiana buck in the backseat of a Greyhound
Bus. Heaven can only imagine what happened. (M/f-teen,
ped, exh, rom)
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When I think about him, there are several things I
remember: his long Italian fingers, a St. Christopher's
medal, and rosary beads. In the dark of a Greyhound
bus, lit only by the passing headlights and the
occasional street lamp along the highway, he had spoken
in the soft, lilting, Louisiana accent that made my
heart shiver.
He told me about his family, girlfriends, his home, his
job. Sometime in the dark, he leaned close, his soft
full lips almost touching my ear and his breath
whispering against my skin, "Make love to me... I want
you to make love to me," as he slid the back of his
hand against the outside of my thigh.
With long, pale fingers he wandered between my thighs,
searching... searching. They found bare flesh, already
moistened with excitement and uncovered by the cheap
cotton under things normally native to teenaged girls.
"Naughty, naughty, little girl. You look so innocent,
but maybe I should think otherwise..." and he laughed
low in his throat, sliding his fingers up and down the
folds of my pussy. He spread me open with his fingers
and I had to stifle the moan that rose to my lips
because I didn’t want the other passengers to know what
was happening in the backseat.
His fingertips found the stiff, swollen little nodule
of passion and began to caress it so gently, teasing.
Then he pinched my clitoris between his thumb and
finger and began to roll it around. God, I can still
remember how I felt like I was going to cum all over
the seat and just scream from pleasure…
I shyly slid my hand over his thigh and up to his hip,
working my way over the edge of his slacks. My hand
explored over his tummy, trailing my fingers through
the soft wisps of hair on his tummy that disappeared
down his slacks. He sucked on my ear and tugged at my
earring as I let my fingers slip further into his
pants. I gently trailed my finger nails from on thigh
to the other, letting the tips of my fingers to gently
graze his swollen cock before going to the other thigh.
He kept tugging and rolling my clit between his fingers
as I ground against his hand, wanting more.
"Oh god, put them in me," I moaned and grabbed his
hard, throbbing cock tightly and began to stroke him.
Finally he thrust his fingers keep inside me, first
two, then three, and stroked me deep inside in that
hidden place that only a truly talented man can find
and take advantage of. I melted all over the seat, my
pussy leaking my juices all over my skirt and the seat
while he pressed his lips to my collarbone and fucked
me harder with his fingers.
While he stroked me, spreading me open and stretching
me out, he pushed my skirt up around my waist and then
knelt on the floor between my thighs. He grinned at me,
grabbing my ass with both his hands and began a trail
of suckling kisses up my thigh.
When he reached my pussy he nuzzled it gently with his
nose, and then started back down the other thigh with
those sloppy, wet, succulent kisses that were driving
me insane, and I buried my hands in his dark hair. He
began to massage my clit with his thumb as he kissed
back up my thigh, until his lips reached the mouth of
my hot cunt.
He nuzzled my pussy again, but this time pressed his
mouth against me and ran his tongue from the mouth of
my vagina to my clit, where he stopped and gently
tapped it with his tongue. He began to suck on the
throbbing little nodule and let his teeth slide over
it, all the while kneading my buttocks. I groaned and
pressed his face against me harder and he laughed
seductively.
When I couldn’t stand it any more I yanked him up by
his collar and kissed him, tasting my own juices all
over his face. I licked my flavor off his lips and chin
and nose while I tugged at his belt until I finally got
his pants undone. I pushed his slacks down while he
pulled me to the edge of my seat, and I gasped when I
finally saw his red, swollen cock. It was huge! Much,
much bigger than I had thought. Oh, darling, it must
have been at least nine inches long and probably an
inch and a half across. My aggression paled a bit and
he whispered softly, "If you don’t want to, you don’t
have to."
I laughed and pulled him towards me, wrapping my legs
around his hips and guiding him to the mouth of my
pussy. He pulsed, pushing into me slowly, carefully,
just a little bit at a time until his cock was in me as
far as he could go. Then he pulled away quickly and
thrust in slowly again, and kept doing this…
tantalizing me, torturing me, making me gasp and sigh.
He yanked my shirt up with his teeth, never losing
rhythm, and began to suck on my nipples in time with
his thrusts, biting when he pulled away. His gorgeous
hands cupped my bottom and pulled me to him, and he got
bigger and deeper inside of me, my pussy deepening in
the throes of my passion.
Then the waves began to flow over me, electric shocks
coming from my nipples and deep inside my womb, flowing
over me like a tsunami, leaving me breathless and
waiting for the next wave. I gasped loudly and he
shushed me sweetly, and I bit the fingers of one hand
while I buried the other in that gorgeous dark hair of
his, praying that he wouldn’t stop or cum before this
was over. He kept going, deeper and deeper, harder and
harder, until my body began to shake and convulse, and
only when it was the end for me did he allow himself to
cum. He groaned quietly and grasped my body to him, my
legs clamped tight around his waist still and we stayed
like that for awhile. I felt his heart thumping hard
against my chest and his breathing in my ear.
Christopher was his name, I think… that brown eyed
handsome man. He had the most delicious cock I think
I’ve ever had, and was by far an exceptional lover.
Christopher was much older than I, and although he
never said so I think that he was living with a woman
wherever he was from. We made love again in the
furthest stall of the Cincinnati bus station before we
went our separate ways: I to Tennessee to visit with my
friends and he was off to someplace in the south, I
forget where.
I have to say, I don’t think I’ll ever forget him. He
was something new for me, just meeting someone and
fucking. But I do think that I would have liked to get
to know him better. I won’t deny that.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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