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Chrissie At Twelve
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
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The tale of a young boy's first love; twelve year old
Chrissie, who was more ready for him than he expected.
(mf-youths, 1st, rom)
***
Actually, this story begins with Maxine, Chrissie's
older sister. Maxine was my first sexual encounter with
a teenage girl. Tall and lanky, raw and tough, Maxine
was one of the girls who lived in a small house behind
the large, rambling old apartment house my parents and
I lived in.
Maxine surrendered to my young pencil-dick when we were
both about thirteen. A couple of the neighbor boys and
Maxine had come up to our apartment to have a Coke -
kind of a rare treat for poor kids. The other boys had
already enjoyed Maxine's favors once or twice and as
they got high on the high-sugar Coca Cola, they teased
her.
Finding out that she was putting out excited me beyond
all telling. Oh, I had been sexually active since I was
five years old, but had for the past three years been
in a dry spell when my only relief was my imagination-
driven hands. But I had been ejaculating for some time,
so I was primed and ready.
Maxine didn't take much convincing. I asked her if she
would let me do it and she simply said, "Sure, okay."
She lay back on our old couch that made into my nightly
bed and skinned her panties down over her skinny legs.
I was so enthralled by her bald little pussy that my
young skinny prick was very hard indeed.
Maxine was quite dry of course, and I hadn't experience
or sense enough to make things wet to ease my way into
her little nest. But finally, after minutes of rubbing
and poking, nature had its way and we both slicked up
enough to allow penetration. It felt delicious and
after a few minutes of fucking her lifeless little
body, I sprayed her insides with my young sperm
accompanied by a loud grunt.
Apparently, the other boys had never come in her and
the wet feeling was strange to her. She asked if I had
peed inside her. I denied it and poor Maxine probably
wondered about all that moisture for some time. And I
did produce a pretty good amount of boy juice, a result
I assume of having masturbated several times a day for
a long time.
But this story is about Maxine's little sister Chrissie
and takes place four years later, when I was sixteen.
My parents and I had moved to another part of town, and
although I was still in High School, I had taken a job
in a small photo-finishing lab just down the street
from where we used to live - and where Maxine and
Chrissie still lived.
My job was night time work, when everyone else had gone
home. I had to strip and process customers' rolls of
film collected from many pick-up points around town. I
came to work about 5:00 and worked until all the
processed film was hanging to dry where it would be
ready for the day crew to print and package.
There was a back door to the lab that opened into a
narrow walkway between buildings. Only a few feet down
that walkway was the sidewalk at the side of the
building. I sometimes stood in that open doorway to
grab a smoke. One late afternoon as I stood there,
Mikey, a kid about my age whom I knew from the old
neighborhood walked by with a skinny but pretty
younger. She wore one of those one-piece dresses that
made you wonder - if you were an ever-horny kid like me
- whether she wore anything underneath.
Ever vigilant for pretty young girls, I called them
over and invited them inside the lab for a Coke. There
wasn't anything I had to do for a couple hours as the
automatic processors did their thing. They eagerly
accepted my offer. I soon learned the girl's name was
Chrissie and that she was twelve years old. It
surprised me to find out she was Maxine's sister.
Chrissie was chatty, and her eyes seemed to be locked
onto me. It was obvious she was fascinated with me and
liked me. Her eyes were devilish, too. She had a cute,
freckled face and short blonde hair. It was easy to see
there were no titties to speak of under that dress.
That was okay with me, I wasn't really into titties
very much and in fact never became a big titty-man. (I
always have loved those pert little ones.)
As we sat there enjoying our sodas and exchanging
quips, Chrissie said she needed to pee. I pointed to
the bathroom at the back of the room and she went to do
her business. I immediately told Mikey, "Wow! I really
like her."
"Yeah, she's okay. She's fun, too," Mikey offered.
"Fun... how?" I asked.
"Y'know, she likes boys and... stuff," he said grinning
from ear to ear.
"Oh, man! Have you... you know, done it to her?" I
asked breathlessly.
"Sure," he said with not a little pride.
I considered the possibilities for a minute, my sixteen
year-old prick almost immediately coming to full
attention as those delightful thoughts occupied ninety-
eight percent of my brain.
"Do you think she'd let me do it to her?" I queried
Mikey, hopefully.
"Probably," he said. "Why doncha ask her?"
Chrissie soon returned as I tried to figure out how to
ask her such a delicate question. Of course, I could
just have put it to her straight out and she probably
wouldn't have minded at all, but being something of a
shy boy that wasn't something I could just blurt out.
Then a thought hit me.
"You guys going to the movies tomorrow morning?" I
asked. Tomorrow was Saturday, and the movie theatre was
just around the corner. Every Saturday, they had a long
morning show of cartoons and Abbot and Costello movies.
It was very popular in the neighborhood.
"I'd like to," Chrissie replied. "But I don't have the
money and I've already spent my allowance," she added
wistfully.
"Yeah, me too," added Mikey.
Being a "working man," I always had a little money.
This was perfect, I thought. Movie tickets were only
ten centsl; popcorn was another dime and a coke a
nickel. For two bits
(twenty five cents) you could have a great morning.
Gathering up my courage, I went, "Heck, Chrissie, I'd
give you the money and Mikey
too, if you... ummm, if you'd... ahhhhh... do something
for me." There! I'd said it.
Chrissie went, "Wow! What d'you want me to do?" as a
big smile spread across her eager young face.
"Well... Mikey said that... ummmm, that you had...
y'know, let him do it to you. And I wondered if you'd
let me do it to you, too." God, that sentence took a
lot of courage.
Chrissie understood the question immediately and didn't
need any time to think it over. She jumped at the
chance and went, "You bet! You want to do it now?
Here?"
"Heck yessss!" I replied, reaching in my pocket for
change. I had three quarters and gave them all to
Chrissie as I tried to think where we could do this.
She was elated, jiggling the coins between hands.
Finally, I decided on the bathroom, a tight little
closet but big enough for what we were going to do.
Chrissie was so delighted with the six bits I'd handed
her that she just kept exclaiming over and over, "Oh
goodie, goodie... I'm goin' to the movies." She gave
the money to Mikey to hold and I took her hand and led
her to our little palace of pleasure.
Once inside, I opened my belt and pants and dropped
them and my shorts to the floor. My prick stuck
straight out and up, and was already slippery wet on
the head. Chrissie gazed at it as I lowered the seat on
the toilet and sat down. I raised her little dress up
and - yes, she did wear panties - but they were soon on
the floor along with my pants and shorts.
That wasn't enough for Chrissie; she wanted to be
naked. She drew that little dress right up over her
head, leaving her perfectly naked and, to my eyes, just
plain beautiful - in fact to my mind, the very essence
of girlish beauty!
Grasping her by her thin young flanks, I gently pulled
her forward to straddle my legs and sit on my lap, my
leaky prick rubbing all around her hairless little
mound and slit. Boy! That felt great, I can tell you.
Then, to my utter surprise and delight, Chrissie leaned
forward and kissed me. Softly at first, and then full
and open, Frenching me mercilessly. My God! This sweet
girl was a treasure.
Her kisses weren't "little girlish," though. They were
the kinds of kisses I'd only read about: soft and
yielding sometimes, at other times pressing hard. All
the time her tongue played in my mouth as mine played
in hers, sometimes entwining and wrestling. It all just
made my dick hurt with pleasure.
Down below my hips were on auto pilot, moving back and
forth to rub my now very wet prick everywhere searching
for that magic entry. So were hers. They moved back and
forth, round and round, and she was leaking girl juice
profusely before long, making us both wetter and very
slippery. It was very exciting and felt wonderful.
Chrissie and I continued our kisses for some time,
enjoying the contact of our sensitive lips as well as
the slippy-slidey contact down below. Finally, she
pulled back a little and whispered, "Gosh, I love you,
Jimmy. You make me feel soooo good."
Always - throughout my life - ready to love any girl or
woman who shared their body with me willingly, I
replied, "Oh, Chrissie! I love you, too. I'm crazy for
you!" Chrissie liked that and another long wet and
stimulating kiss followed.
Finally, our lips parted and I looked down to see my
sixteen year-old cock - already a good six inches and
somewhat thick for a teenager - sticking up between
Chrissie's legs right in front of her twelve year old
pussy. My dick head was bright red and bulging with
pressure; my shaft was the very definition of wood.
I gently guided him back and slid just my fiery tip
between Chrissie's little cunny-lips. Our juices were
smeared everywhere. I pushed a little and went in a bit
further so that most of the head was now inside her.
But I could tell that to go further up her sweet little
girl's pussy would require a serious effort but I
didn't want to hurt her. Chrissie was grimacing a
little too, from the pressure. "Am I hurting you?" I
asked, truly concerned for her.
"Only a little," she replied. "You're so much bigger
around than any boy I've done it with before," she
added, amazing me. I'd never thought of myself as big,
and in fact knew that I wasn't really very big. But for
little twelve year old Chrissie, mine probably was
indeed a big cock.
Still, the little darling began moving a little. My
prick head was still inserted between her parted lips.
I was penetrating her, I thought to myself, and that
thought did it. I blew my overdue stuff, squirting my
boy cum all over and in her girlish pussy lips. My God!
Nothing I'd ever experienced before had prepared me for
this. It was as I were emptying my entire insides, and
all my body muscles were locked in a glorious paralysis
that bent me backwards into a big arch, like a big
comma.
As the intensity tapered off, I hugged Chrissie to me
tightly, my hands on her little butt cheeks, my prick
still partly in her. "Oh, God, God, oh God... ," I
murmured in her ear. That was wonderful, Chrissie. I do
love you so much."
She replied by kissing me again. If she had persisted
very long in that kiss, I would soon have been hard
again. But she broke off. "I'd better go," she said.
"I'm supposed to be home before my mom gets home from
work."
"Okay," I said, as she stepped off me and my now half-
hard prick slipped out of heaven all covered in my own
cum and our mutual juices. I was weak, I can tell
you.Chrissie smiled and gave my prick a squeeze with
her hand. We both dressed quickly. As she bent over to
pick up her panties, I realized how really cute her
little bottom was and, dreamy-eyed, drifted back a few
minutes in my mind to replay the vision of my prick-
head sliding inside her young pussy.
That was a vision I would replay hundreds of times over
the years in my mind as I grasped my cock and spurted
my cum into the air and on my belly. My cock in
Chrissie. What a beautiful sight. Even now as an old
man, I frequently masturbate to visions of my little
girl, Chrissie.
EPILOGUE:
Having learned that Chrissie was Maxine's little
sister, and Maxine not being overly fond of me, I
didn't pursue Chrissie. I did see her playing with
other kids in the street outside the big storefront
windows of the lab, and once or twice she asked me for
a dime for a Coke, which I always gave her. I did
invite her in a couple times, but on both occasions she
said she couldn't with the other kids around; she was
afraid one of them would tell her mom.
One night, though, there was a knocking on the front
glass door. I came out of the back to see Chrissie
standing there. "I can come in, if you want," she said.
But that's another story...
[Tinman always welcomes and appreciates feedback from
readers and will respond to all civilized email.
tinmanjc9@hotmail.com]
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
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 take good care of it!
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